***Possessive Thomas, Modern AU requested by checkers65 . I'm sorry it took me five months to finish this.***

Thomas Jefferson watched his husband work the room. Alexander Hamilton was doing what he does best: charming people, and Thomas loved observing the way he drew them in. Alexander's personality was... magnetic. Making deals, gaining clients, handing out business cards– it was like a dance. His intelligent eyes caught their attention first, so full of passion and determination. Then, before they knew it, they had been intently listening to him speak for a half hour. Every word, every hand gesture, every toss of his long, silky raven hair captivated them. Ladies giggled when he passed them and men looked at him with respect. He was a force all his own, an enigma.

Thomas was proud of him, in awe of him, even. And by the looks of it, he wasn't the only one. Alexander was engaged in an animated conversation with a man across the room. Although, the man seemed less interested in whatever Alex had to say and more in appraising the way his dark green suit molded over his fit body. He looked at him the way Thomas had when Alex stepped out of the bathroom in that suit when they were getting ready: like he wanted to ravish him right where he stood.

A deep growl rumbled out from Thomas' chest. No one was allowed to make fuck me eyes at his Alexander. He watched the man slowly trail a hand down Alexander's arm, leaning in to whisper something to him. Whatever he said made Alex go stiff, obviously uncomfortable. That's it. Alexander looked across the room for his husband to come help him, only to find the exceptionally tall Virginian already making his way over to them in long, intimidating strides.

"I don't know who you think you are, who you thought you were, or who you think you might be, but I do know that you're going to take your filthy hand off my husband before I break every bone in your fingers."

Alex breathed a small sigh of relief at the familiar southern drawl he loved so much coming from behind him. He backed up into Thomas and the man's– whose name he'd learned was Patrick Henry– grip tightened with a bruising force. Alex, a veteran, could've easily gotten away. He was by no means helpless, but he didn't think snapping all the bones in someone's wrist at a gala would do good for networking.

Henry sneered. "And if I don't?" His fingers were biting into Alex's forearm, further enraging the small man. Now, Alexander wasn't a particularly violent man despite having served in the military. He preferred to hurt people with his words. But this man was begging to learn how he'd earned his rank as Major General. No matter, he'd let his big, scary husband take care of it.

A low, dangerously calm chuckle vibrated Thomas' chest, which Alex could feel against the back of his head as it rested on his lover's hard stomach. Thomas reached into his blazer and pulled out something metal, Alex could tell because it clinked when Thomas removed it from his hidden suit pocket. The flash of silver in his peripheral vision had him holding back a smirk. He knew exactly what Thomas was holding now: his handcuffs.

"Do you know what these are?" Thomas spoke slowly, mockingly.

Henry's expression turned incredulous. "Are you shitting me?"

Thomas merely smiled, the corners of his mouth ticking up in amusement. "These are government-issued handcuffs. And do you know why I have them?"

"What are you trying to do? Some kind of citizen's arrest?" Henry was getting agitated with Jefferson's game.

Thomas continued his spiel. "I have these because this," he moved the front end of his coat to show off the golden FBI badge clipped to his belt and gleaming under the light, "gives me the right to arrest you for sexual assault. Right here, right now." A malicious smile grew on his face. "And if that doesn't convince you, I also have my gun tucked into my waistband. Would you like to see?" He began reaching a hand behind him.

"Alright! Alright!" Henry dropped Alexander's arm like it was on fire. "You've made your point, no need to get foolhardy now." He backed away nervously, signaling surrender.

Thomas huffed out a condescending laugh. "I thought so." He tucked his handcuffs back in their respective place. Grabbing the arm Henry had just discarded, Thomas dragged Alex away.

"Where're you taking me?" Alex giggled as the love of his life pulled him about by his wrist.

"Home. Where no one else can touch you," Thomas bit out through gritted teeth.

Alexander's light, tinkling laughter soothed some of the fire in his chest, tamping it down to smoldering embers. When he turned his gaze on his lover, it was less angry and more hungry. His wild, bouncing corkscrew curls only served to add to his starved look.

"You're mine, you know that right?" Thomas' voice was gruff as his eyes burned into Alexander's.

Alex smiled. "I believe I'm well aware. Your name is engraved on my rings." It was true, his engagement ring had Thomas running around the inside of the band and his wedding ring had Jefferson. Thomas' wedding band had A. Ham inscribed into the gold.

Thomas actually cracked a smile at that one. "Just a reminder of who you belong to, Darlin'."

Alexander scoffed playfully. "How could I forget? I've been wearing your class ring as a necklace since high school." Thomas' fingers were much bigger than his, he didn't have a choice but to put the silver circlet on a chain around his neck.

They had made it to Thomas' car and Alex was promptly pushed up against the passenger side door, the strong arms of his husband caging him in. "Listen here, baby boy," Thomas spoke low and throaty in his ear; his warm breath fanned over his ear and caused a shiver to roll through his body. "We're going to go home, and I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll feel me inside of you for the next week." He laughed darkly. "Got that, Darlin'?" His voice dropped to a purr on the familiar pet name.

"Yes," Alex breathed against his throat.

"Good, now get in." Thomas smacked his ass as he scrambled into the car.

Thomas kept a possessive grip on Alex's leg the entire ride home, his long, tapered fingers curled around his inner thigh. The corner of Alexander's mouth curved into a soft smile as he observed his husband's profile. His eyes traveled over the lush cloud of dark brown curls, sharp jawline hugged by neatly trimmed scruff, bicep bulging under magenta ("Real men wear pink, Alexander!") cloth, large fist curled around the steering wheel, knuckles with a light dusting of hair and gold band winking off his left ring finger that made Alex's heart melt just a little, long, fit torso, muscular thighs, long legs with strong calves, and large Italian loafers ("You know what they say about foot size." "Shut up, Thomas!").

Alexander barely noticed when they'd pulled into their driveway, only realizing they were home when the heat of Thomas' palm left his thigh. Thomas' hand curled around his waist as they went up the walkway, thumb deliberately stroking his hip as he unlocked the door with his free hand.

No sooner than they were inside, the door was slammed shut again by Alexander's back hitting it under the force of a randy Thomas Jefferson. His mouth was captured in a bruising kiss that pulled the air straight from his lungs. He buried his fingers in the mass of curls, canting his hips forward and moaning at the feel of an answering hardness against his own rapidly swelling erection.

They only separated when the need to breathe became too strong, panting like they'd just run a marathon and both equally looking thoroughly debauched with kiss-swollen lips. Thomas moved his head down the slender arch of Alexander's neck, eagerly sucking and nibbling quarter-sized red splotches onto the tan skin. The rasp of his beard against the sensitive flesh wracked the shorter man's body with shivers. All too soon, a sharp tug on his hair pulled his focus away from his ministrations.

"Lit. À présent (Bed. Now)." Alexander's tone was clipped with impatience and rough with arousal.

His words pulled a groan from deep in Thomas' chest, he loved it when Alexander talked French to him. He thought back to the heated argument that had caused at the beginning of their relationship. Alexander had been furious, believing that Thomas was also getting hot for Lafayette when their French friend spoke in his native tongue. Thomas had been friends with the Frenchman far longer than he'd been with Alex, and not once had he been attracted to him. But trying to explain that he only reacted like that when Alex spoke the romance language to a pissed off Hamilton only earned him a near-miss with a hairbrush to the head. The angry sex that followed had made the entire fight worthwhile, though.

Thomas smirked at the memory and hoisted Alexander up by his waist so he could wrap his legs around him as he moved them up the stairs and into their bedroom. He tipped them both onto their King-sized bed, pressing his husband's svelte frame into the mattress below. Alexander readily bucked up against him, frotting against his thigh. Thomas rolled them over to allow his lover some control. With Alexander squarely planted in his lap, Thomas now had the opportunity to push the forest green jacket off his shoulders and pull the thin black tie from its knot. His hands curled around Alexander's collar and swiftly pulled their mouths together in a brief but heartfelt kiss, lips slowly molding to each other's. Thomas's hands made quick work of Alexander's shirt buttons when they broke apart as Alex deftly unbuttoned his waistcoat and dress shirt underneath. He sat up to throw both garments and his jacket onto the floor, watching Alexander ditch his jacket and shirt as well, leaving only his loose tie around his neck, the ends brushing his hardened nipples and making his body twitch. He leaned forward to trail feather-light kisses from the hollow at the base of Thomas' throat to his belt buckle, pausing between kisses to swirl the tip of his pink tongue around Thomas' nipples, lightly tug at his chest hair with his teeth, dip a lick into his navel, and run his nose over his happy trail, breathing in the heady scent of his arousal. His slender fingers slid the leather strap from its loop and immediately moved onto unbuttoning and unzipping the trousers keeping him from his prize, barely paying attention to the muffled clank of the belt landing on their pile of discarded clothes. He eagerly took to the task of freeing Thomas' cock from its confines, wrapping his lips around the blood-engorged head and sucking vigorously. Thomas shouted in surprise at the feeling of being encased in wetness and warmth, his fingers stealing into the curtain of long, midnight strands covering his lap. Alexander moaned at the weight on his tongue, sucking as much of the length as he could into his stretched mouth. Thomas growled at the sensation, hips pumping up of their own accord, chasing the suction. Alexander clumsily reached between their bodies to undo his own trousers and untuck himself from the satin material of his boxers, wrapping a hand around himself and pulling in time to Thomas' little thrusts. He knew he wasn't going to last very long this time. Determined to bring Thomas off with him, he used his free hand to fondle the heavy balls beneath the base of Thomas' prick and brush over his perineum. He knew his love was close when his hips stuttered in their rhythm. One last hard squeeze of his own cock had Alex tumbling over the edge, dragging Thomas with him as he groaned around him. He greedily drank down the bitter spurts of fluid that hit the back of his throat.

Panting, Alexander let Thomas' softening prick slide from his mouth, taking in his disheveled state and rightly believing that he probably looked just as bad, if not worse. Thomas' eyes fluttered open to capture the intense dark brown gaze, pulling his husband closer despite the sticky mess beginning to cool between their bodies. He kissed him softly, lovingly, before reversing their positions once again. He made quick work of banishing the remainder of their clothes and shoes and turning the light off before pulling Alexander back into his arms. He pressed a kiss to his temple and whispered his love to the nearly fully asleep man before pulling a sheet over their now naked bodies.

"Thomas?" A sleepy whisper in the darkness.

"Mm?" A tired grunt.

"You still owe me a solid fucking later."

"Shut up, Alexander."