Dick Cheney / Donald Rumsfeld Slash Fiction
`“I don’t want you to leave Mr. Rumsfeld!!” Wolfowitz pounced on top of Rumsfeld.
Rumsfeld, without nothing more to do except just let Wolfowitz glomp all over him, he placed a firm grip around his back. Wolfowitz then unexpectedly kissed Rumsfeld, forcing them into a gleeful embrace. They began to kiss shamelessly and slowly part afterward. Rumsfeld felt confused but a bit chipper out of that. It made him hug Wolfowitz firmly toward him. He let his hands travel on Wolfowitz’s back pocket and feel something there. Rumsfeld was perplexed.
Wolfowitz giggled and held back. “Oh! That’s my trusty comb back there.”’
