THIS IS PART TWO OF THE BARACK x LINCOLN FANFIC. THIS FANFIC IS UNDER MY COPYRIGHT AND NOBODY ELSE'S GOT THAT? THIS ROMANCE WAS PUT TOGETHER BY funnybunny16, UNDER MY COPYRIGHT. WITHOUT FURTHER ADO…LET'S CONTINUE ONTO CHAPTER TWO. _

Barack Obama and Abraham Lincoln were sitting in Barack's private room where a roaring fireplace was blazing. They had locked the doors so that bitch Michelle couldn't get in. The room was atmospheric and conferrable. Abraham Lincoln was mesmerized by the fire. Barack turned to him and smiled. He tried to put his arm around Lincoln.

Lincoln jumped away.

"Don't touch me!" Lincoln cried out. "Not after yesterday. I didn't orgasm after that anally penetrative-sex."

Obama rolled his eyes and turned back to the fire, his face lacking concern for the poor Republican president.

"Don't worry about that," said Obama. "You'll get used to my girth."

Lincoln looked at him in pure shock.

"Oh what?" he exclaimed. "Seriously? You think I'll get accustomed to that two-foot long monster!? Jesus, you could hang somebody with that thing."

Obama laughed, finding Abraham Lincoln's joke funny…even though to Abe it wasn't particularly a joke. Abraham looked at the laughing president in pure shock.

"I wasn't joking!" cried the six foot-tall president.

"I know that," said Obama. "It just sounds so funny."

There was a strange, disturbing silence after that, then Obama scotched closer to Abe, startling the other president.

"What the…what are you doing here?"

Obama firmly wrapped his arm around the skinny president, and firmly pulled his head into his lap. The skinny president stopped his struggling but instead sat still, waiting for what would happen next.

"You are not my slave, Abe…" he cooed, stroking the tall president's scraggly hair. Abraham Lincoln put a hand up to his bearded chin, but Obama pulled his hand down.

"You're not my slave, Abe. You're going to be my new husband."

Lincoln was suddenly startled out of his trance and sat upright, staring wide-eyed at the dark-skinned president (and I'm not being racist, idiots).

"Whaaa-Whaaat…" said Abe, so flabbergasted that he could not speak.

Obama put his hand on Abraham's hand. "We'll have the perfect life together. We can adopt a son and name his Geoffrey. I think we'd have the perfect life together. I'll replace that asshole punk Joe Biden with you. It'll be a perfect life! How does that sound?"

Abraham Lincoln was lost for words now. He didn't even have the faith to smack the president right on the spot.

"But Barack!" Abraham Lincoln cried out. "We…We-We can't! You're married and I'm married! And also, the country will think we're horrible when they find out."

"No they won't, Abe," said Obama. "Gay people are getting married right now. I passed a bill about it…and it passed in every state except North Carolina."

Abraham Lincoln was still shocked about the idea.

"I don't know Barack. We'll see…"

…

Michelle Obama was walking around the agriculture pet fairgrounds. She was busy petting the rabbits and goats. She loved this kind of stuff! She found it kind of odd that her husband didn't want to go with her. He liked this kind of stuff, too. Maybe he was just tired of politics after a while is all.

'After he gets out of that stupid office, I'm never going into politics again,' Michelle thought to herself as she walked over to pet the piglets. 'I'm just done.'

She had left her two daughters at the white house playing with their puppy. They were pretty occupied, so Michelle just left them alone. But she did recall one time hearing them whisper back and forth to each other. It was when they were in their bedrooms, playing with their dog.

"Hey, Sasha," Malia whispered to her younger sister. "Do you think daddy's been acting kind of…strange lately?"

Sasha nodded in agreement. "Yes. I think it has something to do with him activating the portal of wanderlust."

Michelle had put her ear to their bedroom door. 'Portal of wonderlust?' she thought. 'What is that supposed to be?'

Malia giggled. "He has a fascination with portals. He told me one time that when it was completed, he was going to make a famous person travel in it to our modern time."

Sasha gasped. "Nobody ever tells me anything." She said. "Who was that famous person going to be?"

Malia put a hand up to her chin, tapping at it while she thought. "I think dad said it was going to be a guy who liked black people. He also said that it should be a president. He was thinking it would Dwight Eisenhower. Then…he thought about another president."

"Maybe he could summon a president from the future," said Sasha.

"Dad said you can only make the portal travel to and from the past," said Malia.

"Cool!" said Sasha. "Who do you think the lucky president will be chosen?"

"I don't know. We'll just have to wait and see."

Michelle remembered being dumbfounded by that strange conversation. She was hoping that it was all their in their heads…their imaginations. But…it sounded so real. And technology these days was getting better and better. Michelle also wondered to herself why her husband would want to bring a president from the past into the future. Hmph! It seemed very suspicious to her now that she thought of it.

She would have to start investigating this once and for all!

…

Joe Biden was furious. The president hadn't communicated with him for several days! He felt as if the president himself was ignoring him! He felt he should be treated better.

He left his office and rushed to the oval office where Barack Obama was sitting at his desk with his shoeless feet on the desk, kicked back with a limeade vodka in his hand.

"Barack Hussein Obama!" Joe Biden cried. "What is the meaning of this!?"

That jerked Obama out of his daze. He sat upright, spilling the vodka all over his new suit. He sighed a big relief, knowing that Joe Biden didn't know about Abraham Lincoln in the white house, yet.

"Good morning, Joe!" said Obama with glee. "How have you been?"

"Terrible!" the vice-president cried. "I feel as if I'm being ignored! You haven't communicated with me in the last two weeks! What is going on?"

Before Obama could respond, Lincoln opened the oval office door and stepped in unexpectedly.

"Hey, Barack. I found these papers about screwing over white-trash conservative so I thought I should bring-

He stopped short when he saw the vice-president, staring at Abraham Lincoln in shock. Barack Obama started shaking all over, wondering what he could even say or do at this point. He just waited for the next thing to happen.

"Oh my fucking god is that Abraham Lincoln!?" cried Joe Biden.

"No!" Barack shouted abruptly. "It's-It's…uhh…"

"That's Abraham Lincoln, isn't it!?" cried Joe Biden, pointing at the skinny president, who was waiting for Barack to say something to get him out of the mess.

"How the hell could that be Abraham Lincoln?" Obama lied. "Time travel doesn't exist."

"Then who is this?" asked Joe Biden.

"Oh er…uh…that's my best friend visiting all the way from...uh, France. His name is uh…well, Harvey W. Durving. Yeah…that's it. Joe, this is Harvey Durving, Harvey, this is Joe Biden."

Abraham Lincoln sighed in relief as he held out his hand to Joe Biden. "Hello, mr. Vice president.

Joe Biden didn't shake the hand, instead look up at Abe in shock. "You look just like Abraham Lincoln. That's funny." He walked out of the oval office, not getting from Barack what he wanted mumbling "He looks like Abe L. That is so strange. I must be losing my mind…I must…"

Barack walked up to the oval office door and closed them abruptly. Turning to face Abraham Lincoln with seething anger.

"I told you to stay in my study, the bedroom, anywhere in the east hall…but you disobey and come in here. You were so close to getting ME in trouble!"

"Well, sor-ry stupidhead," said Abraham Lincoln, crossing his arms. "But I'm not the one who wanted to come to this era, anyway! And why am I forbidden into forclosure in small spaces?"

"I already told you why!" cried out Obama. "I don't want people to see you! You'll get me in trouble."

Abraham Lincoln finally nodded in agreement after some rapid thinking.

"From now on you will be addressed as Harvey W. Durving when around other people. I'll call you Abe when it's just you and me, so you'll still have your name…just not around other people. Got it?"

"I guess so…" said Abraham, not liking the idea at all. His name was going to be Harvey! A name he never heard of before and it sounded so cheap and shitty.

"What does the 'W' initialized for, anyway?" asked Abraham.

Obama started to think. He hadn't thought of that. He just threw that initial in there because it sounded cool."

"Uhh…Winifred," said Obama.

"That's a girl name, you idiot."

"Okay! Okay. Then your middle name will be Westley. There! Case closed."

"Harvey Westley Durving. That sounds really bad!" said Lincoln. "I feel embarrassed with a name like that."

"I think you'll get accustomed to it quite easily, Abe," said Obama, smiling. "Honestly, having two identities is really cool. Putin has one. It's Pooty-poot. George Bush gave him that name because he thought it was cliché."

"Who's Putin?" asked Abe.

"Never mind," said Obama. "I guess there's a lot I still need to teach you."

"I was always a good reader," said Lincoln. "When do we start?"

"You don't need to be a good reader for THIS kind of lesson, honest Abe," chuckled Barack Obama.

"Then how are you going to-

"Shhh," said Barak, putting two fingers up to Lincoln's lips. "I'm a professional here. Just relax, and let me do the teaching."

…

Malia and Sasha were walking around the white house, holding hands, with their puppy dog following close behind them. Malia looked at Sasha and smiled broadly.

"Oh Sasha," Malia said. "You've always been such a beautiful girl."

"Thank you, Malia…" said Sasha. "You're also very beautiful."

Malia suddenly pulled Sasha's face close to hers. "I think we should make this sisterly relationship to the next level. I love you so much, Sasha. I-I I can't live without you."

"Oh Malia…" cooed Sasha, embracing her sister. They started making out in the hallway of the White House…near their parents' bedroom! This was so hot! They wanted to make their relationship a strong one. One that would bond them together…forever.

"Sasha, I'm a lesbian," said Malia with a dreamy look in her eyes.

"Malia, I am, too," said Sasha, rubbing her body against hers. They continued into long, dreamy make out session. They then looked into each others' eye's. Tonight was the night. They would start their deep bonds in their bedroom. They had planned this night out for weeks. They had wanted a wonderful night where nobody could disturb them. And tonight would be a full moon…something that would make their sex even more magical.

Sasha was about to reach her hand down Malia's pants, when they suddenly heard the sound of loud grunting from their father's bedroom.

They stopped kissing right away and started giggling.

"Mom and dad are probably having sex in there!" giggled Malia.

"Let's listen!" Sasha said and smiled as they both put their ears to the door and listened closely.

…

"Ow!" cried Abraham Lincoln as Barack Obama penetrated his asshole deep. "Ouch! What kind of lesson do you call this!? I thought you were going to do something else."

"Don't pretend you don't love this!" cried Barack, thrusting into Lincoln's ass, knocking the tall president's head back and forth in rigorous motions. "You sure were obedient when I asked you to take your clothes off."

Sasha and Malia, who were listening on the other side of the door, gasped in pure shock and disbelief.

"Daddy's in there with another man," whispered Malia, barely containing her tone from screaming. "This is pure mutiny."

"Who's he in there with?" asked Sasha.

"How am I supposed to know?" Malia exclaimed. "Whoever it is, he sounds rather hostile."

"Maybe daddy's raping him."

"No…definitely not," said Malia. "The guy in there sounds like he's a bit older. And the more I think about that the more it just makes me want to go die."

"Daddy's fucking a senior citizen!" exclaimed Sasha. "Fuck, I thought just sleeping with a guy was gross…but a senior citizen. Blech!"

"No, Sasha," said Malia. "Not that old. But I want to know who this man is. I'm going into that bedroom whether it's a polite thing to do or not. Are you coming in with me?"

Sasha was scared, and started shaking. Her dad was cheating on their mother by sleeping with a guy. She found this so nightmarish! She was terrified to go in…the consequences that could happen when they stepped in. But she so desperately wanted to know.

"Yeah sure, I'll go…"

"Okay. Good," said Malia, who's slippery fingers gripped the knob slowly. She gulped quickly, then thrust open the door.

Well, that's the end of Chapter 2. Chapter 3 will be uploaded very shortly. I know I left off on a cliffhanger, so tune in next week for some more. What do you think will happen next? Review and Fave please!