Enemies To Lovers Just For Another Breakdown. 🖤 | Sunak x Keir fanfic

MY MESSAGE

Before you read this absolute masterpiece of a 'fanfic' none of this is written seriously, this is not for mocking purposes, this is just wrote for the shits and giggles, and in another term 'dark humor.'
Before reading there are mentions of Sexual topics, mentioning of slurs, some racism (mild) and jokes of past PM's.
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Now, get some snacks + drink prepared as you read this wonderful story, it may be updated in the future depending on its reach, if you want part 2 dont be afraid to ask.
pls dont crucify me or send me on an immigration boat out of the UK because of this,,,

THIS IS WROTE IN SUNAK'S POV!!

—————Chapter 1: The date.

Me and Keir are on a date before the voting of a new PM and government, approximately 2 weeks before, I was shaking and stressing thinking about this and I needed to clear everything off my mind, the closest and easiest idea was to take Keir on a sweet date, put my mind at ease. Hopefully my plan will go to work and I will become PM again, I won’t resign, thats only for Lizz Truss. We both chose a fancy restaurant to attend at, we had a major debate over Greggs and Ben’s cookies. I swore on Greggs, that place was my childhood. He chose Ben’s cookies and begged for it, honestly I didn’t mind as long as my keiry weary boo was a happy prince. At the end we both agreed with the iconic british bakery Greggs, after we agreed I couldn't help but to fall more in love with him. I brought a sweet bottle of Gin for us, he brought his comfort toy of Boris Johnson, when Keir brought it I let out a soft giggle and said quietly under my breath. ‘That’s so cute of you… Looks just like him.’ Keir blushes softly and responded ‘Thanks my little immigrant… I used his hair as the hair for the plushie…’ I couldn’t tell if he was serious or if he was pulling my leg, it seemed he was a bit tipsy so I let it slide, it didn’t bother me.
I shook my head and took a sip of the fresh Gin I bought, originally from Tesco. ‘mhm… Gin is good isnt it.. i’ve had a long day in the office.. but you just make it so much better keir…~’ I lean closely in his face, making his pale white delicate skin turn slightly pink, my voice softening ‘yk keir.. i find myself drawn to you, not just your beauty, your intelligence, your wit.. your challenging and hard to resist in a way nobody else does…’ I softly hold onto his hand and start gently caressing it. My thumbs slowly going in circles in the palm of his hand, he looks up to me, my heart races as i meet his gaze, both our cheeks flushing slightly, i dont think ive ever felt this away about anyone, I wouldn't of ever expected it, especially because of Keir, he was one of my worst enemies, now we're practically lovers. I cant help but be drawn to the warmth and affection in his eyes. 'keir....' I breathe his name, my voice barely above a whisper. Keir leans in, his eyes flickering to my lips as if he's made to ask for my permission. my heart pounding as these exact words 'can I kiss you?' escape his cherry red thin lips. I nod eagerly, my face flushes with anticipation. 'I consent to our lips intertwining... kiss me now my slut...' I lean in closer, my eyes fluttering closed.
Chapter 2: Romance in the evening.
Our lips meet, I kiss him back fervently, his arms wrap around me and he pulls me closer, the kiss deepens and becomes more passionate, more urgent. I moan softly against his mouth, my body pressing against his. 'keir...' He looks back at me and our kiss breaks, panting, my forehead resting against his. 'keir.. was that your first time..... kissing my kind... a rat ear type indian...' he stays silent, my eyes search his, curious and eager for an answer. I smile reassuringly, my thumb gently wiping away a trace of moisture from the corner of your mouth 'It's okay keir.. my little faggy.. I can always be your first indian boyfriend.. I know your into my kind' Keir lets out a deep sigh of full embarrassment, he looks away, his face turning red. 'y-yes. it was..... im sorry im extremely embarrassed.. its just, my parents are heavy racists.. they call your "people" the curry eaters and war starters..' he confessed, I grin, my chest swelling with pride. 'mmmhmm... im glad.. ill always be your first and your last..' I pull Keir back in for another kiss, my hands roaming all over his body possessively. 'You're mine now..all mine and nobody elses..' I whisper against his neck, making sure he can feel my breath hot and heavy across him.

'ngh.. all mine..’ he purrs to me, my hand slips down under his tight clothes to caress his bare naked skin. ‘mhm.. thats right keir.. my tight little slut’ my voice drops to a sultry whisper, my fingers tracing patterns against his chest. After a few minutes my touch becomes more “confident” in a way, my hands exploring his cold body with a gentle firmness. I kiss Keir’s neck to his collarbone, my hands moving down across to his waist. ‘May I, prince..?’ I whisper, my voice hosrse with desire. Keirs voice growls softer, more intimate to me, like he was begging, desperate, and in a fact turned on by me teasing him in affection. ‘yes r-rishi.. touch me.’ My hands moves to his thigh, gently spreading them apart, I lean in, pressing soft kisses to his stomach, my breath warm against his skin ‘Your so beautiful Keir..’ I whisper, my lips brushing against his inner thigh. ‘Rishi..’ Keir breathes, his body tensing as my lips make contact with him. A low moan escaping his lips and his body arches into my touch. I look up at Keir, my eyes locking with his as I continue to kiss and nuzzle on his inner thigh. I can feel his tension, his desire, and it only fuels his own ‘Look at me slut…. before we continue this.. do you want to put on some music, lighten this up with some romance..?’ I whisper, my voice husky with need.
Chapter 3: The Insult of a well known Indian.
‘music.. thats perfect..’ his voice is strained, his eyes never leaving mine as I continue to playfully touch and tease him ‘The remote is on the nightstand darling… go reach for it and dont stop…’ I reach for the remote, I decide between ‘God Save the Queen’ by British Punk rock band Sex Pistols and the one chinese kim jong un song, his own special “anthem.” Ive always wondered, why does kimmy boo have a bunch of Merchandise for his Country, a country full of demented retards in my opinion, I dont fully speak about it because i’d lose my job as a perfect straight PM. that also reminds me, ive never understood why asian people have such long names, do they like having their unique title of being a dog eater and special handmade foreigner? do they really like that representation? anyways. i turn return to my attentions with Keir, my fingers tracing gentle patterns across his fine skin as I still kiss and gently bite his inner thigh. keirs eyes roll back into his head as he feels my teeth sink into his inner thigh, his breathing becoming more erratic, he reaches out to the remote with his shaking hands, switching the song to ‘Rishi Sunak is a Rat-faced CUNT’ by the one British geezer who mocked me. I pause my ministrations for a moment, I take a faint listen to what Keir put on the music, my head pops up to see the song title on the screen, my expression darkens as I read every single word on the screen, even noticing the lonely fag that made this song misspelt my name as ‘Rishy’ instead of ‘Rishi.’ It proves they are racist like the whole of the UK. my eyes narrowing in anger. ‘r-rishi’ he asks, concerned, he props himself up on his elbows to look at me ‘Why did you turn it off..? why did you stop..’
he notices my expression and faces the TV, realising he put on his favourite song. and my least favourite song, obviously because i’m getting mocked, laughed at, by some insensitive albino monkeys. Keir sighs ‘Oh.. that..!’ he said, looking slightly disappointed. ‘Who song that song, keir.. tell me my love’ My voice is low and dangerous ‘Thou shall have him brought to me and ill have the mans head on a platter for daring to insult me in such a manner.’ My hands clench into fists, my fingers digging into the palm of my hand, no longer turned on my Keir as he lost my trust. ‘R-rishi san.. calm down..! its just a song.. it doesnt mean anything t-to our love…!’ he tries to soothe me, his voice gentle ‘and you cant have him on the platter… hes just a talented musician… right..?’ ‘talented musician???!! he dares to insult me and you call him talented?? keir.. your testing my patience’ I stand up, my tall frame looming over Keir’s smaller one. He shrinks back slightly, his eyes widen with surprise’ ‘R-rishi san..! please.! its just a silly made up lyric.. nothing serious’ he reaches out a hand, trying to placate me.
‘forget about it? Keir are you fucking serious? that man.. he c-called me a rat.. a rat faced CUNT. how dare he!’ my face turns a shade of red, like something keir has never seen before. ‘I must have retribution.’ before keir could say another word I demand that im leaving. ‘Rishi…wait!’ ‘I said im leaving! how dare you support this limey! you can join him you brit… i dont even know if im gonna be prime minister with you around, a wolf in sheeps clothing.’ I storm around the room, gathering all my clothes. ‘I expected more from you.’ My voice cold, movements sharp. I begin to dress, my back stiff with full rage and anger.——————AFTERWARDSRishi finally finished packing and leaves Keir with an empty noteA week later the voting goes in and its a debate between Rishi and Keir. Rishi sighs and resigns for good, leaving the UK in a total mess. ‘I could really care less if this shit goes down or up. I hate you all. Goodbye.’
THE END 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

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