Payback

A/N: I worked long and hard on this chapter, it's my longest yet. Just to cheer up a special someone who's been having a hard time with life recently, even if only a little bit. For you, doll. Je t'aime.

Alexander awoke to the sound of drums and something hard pressed to his stomach. He looked at the sunlight coming in the window and figured it had to be at least after six in the morning for the sky to be that bright. He was exhausted and a bit sore, but otherwise comfortable enough for someone who had gotten 2-3 hours of sleep. He noticed he was enveloped in warmth. A warm, large palm rested on his lower back, the body he rested against generated enough heat that he hadn't felt the cool draft of upcoming Autumn during the night, and warm, slow breaths ruffled his hair. He tried to move out of the arms that held him but they only tightened and drew him closer, the owner of those arms grumbling sleepily. Looks like I'm gonna have to resort to other methods. Alexander started to press gentle kisses to the chest his head had been resting on. The body next to him began shifting slightly as his lips lightly touched different parts of the hard chest. After a few more soft kisses, the hand on his lower back slid up to cradle the back of his head, fingers threading into his hair. Alexander smiled and placed one more kiss to the center of Lafayette's chest before looking up at the messy-haired Frenchman. Lafayette's eyes were still closed but Alex knew he was awake.

"Bonjour (good morning)," he whispered.

"Bonjour, Alexandre (good morning, Alexander)." Lafayette's gravelly morning voice made him shiver.

Lafayette gently tilted his head back with the hand still in his hair- a huge difference from the way he handled him last night- and leaned down to capture his mouth with his own, but Alex turned his face away.

Lafayette peered at him curiously with sleepy eyes. "Que se passe-t-il (What is the matter)?"

Alexander blushed. "We just woke up and and we got drunk last night and my mouth feels like it's stuffed with cotton and that's so gross and I don't want you to kiss me like tha-," Lafayette covered his mouth and looked at him amusedly.

Alex inwardly cringed at himself and removed Lafayette's hand. "I was rambling again, wasn't I?" He asked sheepishly.

"Oui (yes)."

Alexander groaned. "M'sorry," he mumbled and looked down.

"Ne t'inquiète pas, Alexandre, je pense que c'est mignon (Do not worry, Alexander, I think it's cute)." That earned him another groan and he chuckled. "Si vous ne voulez pas que je vous embrasse le premier matin, je ne le ferai pas. Je ne ferai rien de ce dont vous n'êtes pas à l'aise (If you do not want me to kiss you first thing in the morning, I will not. I will not do anything that you are not comfortable with)." He kissed Alexander's temple instead of his lips.

Alexander peered up at him gratefully. "Thank you."

"Tout pour toi (Anything for you)." He smiled and added, "et pour le compte rendu d'audience, vous étiez en état d'ébriété (and for the record, you were the drunk one)."

Alexander swatted his arm. "I was tipsy, not drunk."

Lafayette chuckled. "Tout ce que vous dites, mon ami (Whatever you say, my friend)."

"Can you even call me your 'friend' after last night?"

"Je peux t'appeler mon petit ami (I can call you my boyfriend)."

Alexander was silent for a moment. "Did you just ask me out?"

"Je le crois, oui (I believe so, yes)."

Alexander just watched him for a few moments before he shrugged and answered, "then I'm all yours."

Lafayette gave him a grin that said he already knew that. Alex yawned and stretched, feeling the same hard something from earlier dig into his stomach. He blushed and looked at Lafayette. "You, um, your- why? -argh, that." He couldn't even form a complete sentence.

Lafayette laughed at him. "C'est juste, comment vous disent les Américains, «bois du matin», Alexander. Parlant de quoi, le tien est en train de reposer sur ma cuisse et il me tente de continuer d'où nous avons arrêté la nuit dernière (It's just, how the Americans say, 'morning wood', Alexander. Speaking of which, yours is currently resting on my thigh and it's tempting me to continue from where we left off last night)..." His voice trailed off as his hand slowly slid down Alexander's stomach as he spoke.

Alexander let out an embarrassed squeak and caught Lafayette's hand as it traveled south. Lafayette snickered and pulled him closer, nuzzling his face into his neck and breathing in his scent. Alexander smelled like fresh parchment and ink. Odd, but it smelled absolutely heavenly to Lafayette. Alexander listened again to the sound of drums making the same beat as before. "I believe that means we're supposed to get up, I've heard it twice now."

Lafayette groaned and untangled himself from Alexander. "Si nous devons (If we must)." Alexander giggled at him and he quickly decided that was the cutest thing he had ever heard.

Lafayette sat up and swung his feet over the edge of the bed, standing and unfolding his tall frame. Alex took the opportunity to admire his form as he stretched in front of him, especially from the back which he hadn't gotten to observe last night. He's beautiful. Strong shoulder blades and the straight groove of his spine, two dimples on is lower back right above his tight ass, and long, muscular legs. Damn, he has nice calves. Actually, he has nice everything.

"Avez-vous l'air rempli ou voulez-vous que je me tourne vers vous (Have you looked your fill or would you like me to turn around for you)?"

Alexander cursed as his cheeks filled with heat. Lafayette still had his back to him and yet he knew Alex had been staring.

"Just get dressed!"

Lafayette found Alexander snapping at him to be quite amusing, like a small dog trying to be threatening with its small yips and tiny growls. He ruffled his hair much to the shorter male's annoyance and went to grab his new uniform off the desk where he'd left it last night. He heard Alexander slide off the bed behind him and the rustling of clothes as he slid on clean underwear and pulled his new undershirt over his head. He pulled on his new pants and buttoned up his ruffle-necked shirt, tucking the end in. Then came his white waistcoat and finally his gold-embellished blue coat. As he was fixing cuffs, Alex spoke up behind him:

"Well don't you look just fabulous in those epaulettes."

He turned around to find an (unfortunately) fully dressed Hamilton retying his ponytail, smiling and looking at the tasselled golden pads on his shoulders.

"Mon cher, je suis toujours fabuleux (My dear, I always look fabulous)."

Alexander finished putting his hair up and crossed the room to his partner. "That may be true, but your hair is still a hot mess." He quickly reached up and tugged on a fistful of stray curls before Lafayette could catch onto his intentions.

A quiet, raspy moan slipped past Lafayette's lips as his eyes fluttered shut. His hair was his weakness and Hamilton new it too. Before he could pull again, Lafayette's hand shot up and grabbed his wrist.

"Ne commencez pas quelque chose que vous ne pouvez pas terminer (Do not start something you cannot finish)." Lafayette opened his eyes and peered down at Alexander with dark, hooded eyes that made the shorter male shiver and look away.

Lafayette let go of his wrist and reached for his black belt, his sheathed sword still attached. He pulled it around his waist, making sure his sword stayed on his left hip, and clipped the gold buckle. The belt slanted low over his hips due to the extra weight of his weapon, something Alex found sexy but he would never admit it. As he wrangled his afro back into a ponytail with a blue ribbon, Lafayette watched Alex pull on his brown boots and pick up his black ones. He brought them over to him and placed them at his feet.

"Eh bien, n'est-ce pas un petit ami réfléchi (Well, isn't that a thoughtful boyfriend)?" Lafayette smirked at his boyfriend and leaned down to kiss his forehead, hands still in his hair. "Je vous remercie, Alexandre (Thank you, Alexander)."

Alex blushed and looked away from him. "Shut up."

He walked over to his desk and picked up his satchel, slinging it across his body. As he rifled through it to make sure he still had his minimal possessions, strong arms wrapped around his waist. He stopped digging and unconsciously leaned back against the hard body behind him.

A kiss was placed behind his ear, causing him to bite his lower lip lest he reveal another one of his weaknesses to his kinky boyfriend. Lafayette whispered in his ear, "Vous êtes encore plus beau en tant que soldat (You look even more handsome as a soldier)."

"Don't tell me you have a thing for a man in uniform."

Lafayette laughed and released him. "Peut-être que j'ai juste une chose pour vous (Maybe I just have a thing for you)."

Alex rolled his eyes and closed his bag, turning to face the Frenchman. "I think we'd better go get some breakfast before they call assembly."

"À la salle des mess, puis (To the mess hall, then)." Lafayette walked over to the door and pulled it open. "Les dames d'abord (Ladies first)," he snickered.

"I'll show you lady when I shove my foot up your ass," Alex grumbled as he walked past him.

Lafayette smacked Alexander's rear on his way out the door. "Peut-être plus tard (Maybe later)," he said as he closed the door and walked past the shocked Hamilton in search of breakfast.

Alexander stared after his boyfriend as he walked away before blushing and stalking off towards the river behind the cabins in the less dense section of the woods, probably where they got the lumber for the cabins. He saw many other men bathing downstream which made him slightly uncomfortable, so he moved farther upstream and kneeled at the bank of the river. He watched the water moving in soft ripples before scooping some up in his cupped palms and splashing the cold liquid on his face. He closed his eyes and let the water run down his face, the cool droplets falling off his chin to the dirt in front of him.

The freezing rain pelted his face, arms, and legs... It poured so hard they felt like a thousand tiny needles trying to pierce his skin all at once...

Alex sucked in a breath and shook his head to rid his mind of the memory, his eyes fluttered open and he looked down at his hands gripping his knees so tight he was white-knuckled. He slowly relaxed his hands before reaching into his satchel and pulling out a dark green handkerchief with shaky fingers. He thumbed the cloth before pressing it to his nose, inhaling a faint scent. It was a mix of sea salt and the sweet scent of Delonix regia, Royal Poinciana. The national flower of Nevis, and his mother's scent. Hamilton wasn't sure anymore if the water rolling down his face was only from the river but he quickly wiped it all away with the handkerchief. He bent over the river and used one hand to scoop some water into his mouth, swirling it around and spitting it out off to the side of him. He was glad to be rid of the cotton-stuffed feeling in his mouth. He wiped his lips quickly and tucked the square fabric in his other hand back into his satchel and standing, dusting off his knees and legs. He straightened his blue and white coat before leaving the riverside to find the three "bs": breakfast, his boyfriend, and his best friends. He headed in the direction he saw Lafayette go earlier, passing soldiers and cabins, drummers and medics alike. A little ways down he found a long cabin with men milling about outside holding small bowls of food, the cabin was a bit larger than the ones that housed twelve soldiers at a time but cramped on the inside all the same. The only real difference being that it had double doors, both wide open. There were wooden tables and benches lined up inside similar to those of a pub, and there seemed to be only two cooks. Alexander wondered how they could feed an entire army three meals a day as he watched them stir two cauldrons over the flames in an open hearth at the back. His eyes bounced around the room until they landed on three very familiar figures at a table near the center of the room. He smiled and walked over to them, taking a seat next to his Frenchman.

"Morning boys."

Laurens smiled brightly and returned his greeting while Hercules- whose head rested on the table next to his empty bowl- only gave him a sleepy grunt in acknowledgement. Alex laughed at him and looked down as a bowl was slid in front of him.

"Eat."

Alexander looked to Lafayette. "For a second there I thought you'd forgotten how to speak English," he teased.

Lafayette glared at him playfully. "It is normal for me to slip into my native tongue when I have just awoken. It is lucky that you just so happen to be fluent in my language"

Before Alexander could respond, a curious voice broke into their conversation. "Whoa, Alex, what the fuck happened to your neck?"

Alexander's face flushed when he turned to John, trying to think of a lie as quickly as possible. "I, um, went into the forest to take a leak last night and got hit with quite a few branches in the dark. Lots of scratches and such, you know, got banged up a bit."

"Sure..."

Alexander focused picked up his spoon and focused on eating his bone broth to avoid the awkwardness. He felt Lafayette place a possessive hand on his knee, caressing it with his thumb. The mention of his marks seemed to give him the urge to stake his claim again, but it's not like he could attack Hamilton's neck at the breakfast table. Actually, he couldn't be caught showing him his affections in public at all lest they both be arrested for sodomy. For now, he had to settle for holding his knee under the table. He jumped a little when he felt something warm place itself softly over his hand, he looked down to find Alexander's hand on his and watched as he interlaced their fingers. Reassurance. Alex was letting him know that he was his and he wasn't going anywhere. He looked up at Alexander who was still nonchalantly eating his breakfast with his other hand, but he did glance at him out of the corner of his eye for a brief second. Lafayette flashed him a small smile and squeezed his hand in gratitude.

After ten minutes of John poking Herc to wake him, Herc groaning and slapping his hand away, and amicable silence, Alexander's spoon clinked as he dropped it down in his bowl. Lafayette made sure to check if he finished the whole thing, noting how he was a bit on the lighter side even for a man his height. He was satisfied to find an empty bowl.

"Avez-vous fait un appétit, n'est-ce pas? (Worked up an appetite, did you)?"

"Tais-toi (Shut up)." Alexander muttered drily.

Lafayette chuckled under his breath and slid his hand out from under Alexander's, slipping it up his thigh and squeezing. Alexander's breath hitched and his cheeks burned scarlet. He heard a new drum call begin to play outside and sprung up from his seat, grabbing his dishes.

"Looks like it's time for assembly, we should probably get going." Alex spoke quickly and nervously.

John watched him with concern for his odd behavior, Lafayette cocked a smug eyebrow at him, and Hercules just groaned sleepily again before they stood and collected their bowls as well. They dropped them off at a large table full of other dirty dishes. They shared a look, all thinking the same thing: I'd sure hate to be the poor saps on dish duty. They left the mess hall and followed other soldiers as they made their way to the center of the camp. All the men lined up single file until the drum call stopped. They waited and looked around, wondering what would happen next.

"Attention!"

Every man in a blue coat snapped to attention, spines straightened, fingers to hairlines at perfect angles, and left arms stiff behind their backs. They looked to where the command had come from to find General Washington staring them down with his arms folded across his chest. He was decked out in his uniform, prestigious as ever. A large blue sash laid diagonally across his torso underneath his blue coat and he wore his tricorn hat. Big difference from the pajamas the revolutionary set had caught him in last night.

His eyes slowly moved down the long line of soldiers, examining each one individually. "At ease!"

Every man visibly relaxed, they had all been afraid to be called out by the general. He's really not as imposing once you've seen him in a nightcap. Alexander struggled to keep his composure, wanting to laugh at his own thought. He figured that probably wouldn't be the best idea at the time and held himself together in front of the general, but only just. He vaguely listened to the general go over daily routine, probably for his and his friends' sake, before he heard Lafayette's name being called. He watched Lafayette move from next to him, walking over to stand next to the general.

"This is Major-General Lafayette, he is also the Marquis. You will address him formally by either title when you speak to him lest he permit otherwise. Understood?" A chorus of "yes, sirs" allowed him to continue, "he is our French aide and you will respect his position despite his foreign birth."

Every soldier in the line saluted Lafayette who gave a sharp nod in acknowledgement. This was a new side of the Frenchman neither Alexander nor his friends had ever seen, he stood as tall and intimidating as the General himself. His face was impassive and he stood with his arms crossed, the hilt of his sword glinting sharply on his hip in the early morning sun. He examined the men in front of him with calculating eyes, sizing them up. Gone was the flirty, happy-go-lucky attitude. Right now he was their commander, not their friend.

This time, Lafayette addressed the army directly instead of Washington. "Target practice, half an hour. Dismissed." His voice was deep and stern, and his accent seemed to make him slightly more frightening. Not to mention the deadly piece of weaponry he wore everywhere he went like a medal.

As the rest of the soldiers cleared the field, the rest of the revolutionary set made their way over to Lafayette. Lafayette watched them approach, eyes softening and stance relaxing when he looked at Alexander. When they reached him, he wanted nothing more than to wrap his arm around Hamilton's waist and pull him into his side. But alas, he knew he could not. Although, it did rather please him when he observed Hamilton's fingers twitch as if he were fighting the urge to touch him as well. His attention was momentarily diverted from Alexander when Hercules clapped a heavy hand on his back.

"Look at you, Frenchy! In command and already showing this ragtag volunteer army who's boss." Herc laughed.

Lafayette smiled in his direction. "Mulligan, I'm your leader too. And I believe now you only have twenty-five minutes to target practice."

"Shit, I need to go back to my nap."

They all laughed at him as he ran off to his cabin.

"Better go after him so he actually wakes up in time," John says before walking off after Hercules, still laughing and shaking his head.

As soon as they were out of sight, Lafayette grabbed Hamilton's hand and tugged him in the direction of their own cabin. His long legs moved quickly and Alexander tried to match his strides, stumbling along behind him.

As soon as they got inside, the door was slammed shut and Alexander was up against it.

"Mon cher Alexandre (My dear Alexander), please tell me that I can kiss you now." Lafayette whispered to him, inches from his lips.

Hamilton's only response was to lean forward and connect their mouths. Lafayette groaned quietly and quickly took control of the kiss, pressing Hamilton back against the door and wedging his knee in between his legs. When Alexander gave a small moan into his mouth, Lafayette took the opportunity to slip his tongue past his lips. The taste of Chardonnay was gone, but Alexander's spicy flavor was still there. Lafayette couldn't quite put a finger on what it was, exactly, but he loved it. The Frenchmen buried his fingers in his lover's hair, tilting his head back to deepen the kiss, something he knew Alexander loved. As if affirming his thoughts, Alexander let out a long moan and wrapped his arms around Lafayette's neck to pull him closer. Alex explored Lafayette's mouth with just as much vigor, he thought he tasted sweet like European chocolate. This time, Hamilton was the one to break their lip-lock. He jumped up to wrap his legs around Lafayette's waist, who caught him easily by the back of his thighs. Alexander used his new vantage point to attack the smooth brown skin of Lafayette's neck. He kissed, licked, sucked, and bit. Lafayette's grip on his thighs tightened as he released small noises of pleasure, enjoying Alexander's attention. When Alexander's mouth left his skin, Lafayette let out a low whine at the loss of stimulation.

Alexander pulled back to look him in the eyes, both of theirs were dark and dilated. "How much time do we have left?" He panted breathlessly.

Lafayette closed his eyes for a few seconds before answering with slightly more composure than Hamilton, "about ten minutes."

Lafayette let go of Alex's thighs and he got the hint to unwrap his legs, allowing his body to slide down Lafayette's. Lafayette immediately reached for Alexander's belt, pulling it off and tossing it to the floor with a clatter. Alexander quickly stepped out of his boots before the Frenchman sent both his pants and underwear to the floor around his ankles. Before Alexander could even kick his discarded clothing to the side, Lafayette was picking him up by his waist. He pushed Alexander against the door above his head. Holding his waist with one hand, Lafayette used the other to toss one of Alexander's legs over his shoulder then switched hands to put the other over his other shoulder. He pressed a kiss to the inside of Alexander's thigh, causing him to gasp and grip his ponytail. Lafayette curled his arms securely around Alex's thighs before nipping at the spot he had pressed his mouth to before.

"Better hold on tight, cheri (darling)," was the only warning Alexander got before Lafayette's head ducked in between his legs.

"Jesus Christ!" Alexander hissed, tightening his fist in Lafayette's hair.

Lafayette chuckled at his appraisal, the vibrations driving Hamilton insane. The nails of Alexander's other hand were digging into Lafayette's shoulder as he was sent to the gates of Heaven and back. He scratched and clawed at his lover's shoulder so hard that Lafayette should've considered himself lucky to still be clothed. He yanked and pulled hard at the Frenchman's curls, causing moans to escape from both of them. When Lafayette's teeth scraped lightly against the sensitive skin of Hamilton's member, he felt Alexander's legs tighten around his head while his hands tugged him closer by both his ponytail and his shoulder. Alex groaned hard, arched his back, and released into Lafayette's mouth. Lafayette continued to work him through his high before pulling off and lifting his head. He licked his lips and observed him. He took in the trembling legs resting against his back, the panted breaths puffing past quivering pink lips, the slightly loosened grip on both his hair and shoulder, the flushed tan skin, and the satisfied expression of closed eyes and upper body slumped against the door. Lafayette rubbed slow circles into the warm skin of Hamilton's inner thighs as he waited for him to calm down.

As Hamilton's breathing slowed, he opened his eyes only to the point where they were half-lidded. "That was fucking amazing," he whispered as he looked down at Lafayette.

Lafayette chuckled and lifted the small man by his waist once again, pulling him off his shoulders and depositing him on the floor. "We have two minutes, amour (love)."

"Shit."

Lafayette laughed at him, watching him try to pull his underwear and trousers back on as quickly as possible. It was a hilarious scene, the Nevisian hopping on one foot trying to get his other leg in his pants, cursing everything under the Sun and shooting a death glare at his suitor. He finally got his pants on after a good thirty seconds and snatched up his belt from the middle of the room, buckling it back around his waist. Lafayette finally stopped laughing, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes. He walked over to Hamilton and lightly gripped his ponytail, forcing his head back with a small pull.

He leaned down to mold his mouth over Alexander's in a slow, lazy kiss. "That was in return for last night," he mumbled before stealing one more searing kiss.

Alexander pulled back, grinning and snickering. He pointed to Lafayette's neck, "and so were those."

Before it could register in Lafayette's mind what exactly he had meant, Hamilton was already out the door and headed for target practice. Lafayette watched him speed away, confused- until he winced when he reached up to touch the side of his neck the little devil had pointed to. He let out a small gasp that quickly morphed into a growl.

"Alexandre!"