Spreadeagled

Just as Hamilton was about to enter his cabin, the General caught up to him.

"Hamilton, just the man I was looking for!" Washington exclaimed amicably. "I believe we have some things to discuss, son."

"Don't call me 'son.'" Alex muttered under his breath.

If Washington heard him, he paid no mind to it. Instead, he gestured for Alexander to follow him to the large tent in which he discussed strategy with his generals, where Hamilton was surprised to find none other than Aaron Burr waiting outside.

"Alexander."

"Aaron Burr, sir."

George watched their cordial yet somewhat cold exchange curiously before turning his attention to Alexander. "So you've met Burr?"

"Yes, sir. We keep meeting." Hamilton and Burr's words ran together, speaking simultaneously as they cut each other wary glances.

There was an odd tension between the two, you wouldn't think them friends if you didn't know them based on the way they were acting now. Washington decided to cut in as the air thickened around them.

He cleared his throat awkwardly before speaking up, "well, Mr. Burr, you'll have to state your case to me later, I've already made prior arrangements with your... friend Mr. Hamilton here." He said the word "friend" with hesitancy. Truth be told, the General wasn't exactly sure what they were.

Burr's jaw ticked almost imperceptibly, but his face remained impassive. "Of course, Sir." He bowed politely and took his leave.

Washington lifted the flap of the strategies tent and held it open for Alexander to pass inside before him. The tips of Alexander's ears burned as he thought of the similar occurrence he'd had with Lafayette this morning; his left cheek still smarted a bit from the sound smack he received on his way out of their cabin. He pushed the flustering thoughts from his mind as the General followed him in.

"Have a seat, relax." Washington moved to his seat behind a large oak desk with various pieces of parchment strewn atop the brown wood. Hamilton could make out lots of black ink scrawled over the papers and concluded that they were most likely battle plans.

Alexander took a seat across from the General, shifting anxiously. "Your Excellency, why did you want to see me? Have I done something wrong, sir?" He decided to start the conversation.

The General chuckled. "On the contrary." His expression suddenly grew serious, "I've called you here because our odds are beyond scary. Your reputation precedes you, but I have to laugh–"

"Sir?"

"Hamilton, how come no one can get you on their staff?"

"Sir–"

The General held his hands up in a placating manner. "Don't get me wrong, you're a young man, of great renown. I know you stole British cannons when we were still downtown." Alexander thought back on his days in the New York Artillery when the General mentioned this, wondering how he'd found out that particular piece of information. "Nathanael Greene and Henry Knox wanted to hire you–"

"To be their Secretary? I don't think so."

George quirked an eyebrow at Hamilton who was now looking off to the side, eyebrows scrunched in annoyance. "Now why're you upset?"

"I'm not."

"It's alright, you want to fight, you've got a hunger. I was just like you when I was younger. Head full of fantasies of dyin' like a martyr?"

"Yes."

"Dying is easy, young man. Living is harder."

Alexander turned back to him, a confused expression playing across his face. "Why are you telling me this?"

George let out a tired sigh. "I'm being honest. I'm working with a third of what our Congress has promised. We are a powder keg about to explode, I need someone like you to lighten the load. So?" He looked at him expectantly.

A million thoughts were running through Alexander's head. I am not throwin' away my shot. I am not throwin' away my shot. Ayo, I'm just like my country: I'm young, scrappy and hungry– He met the General's eyes, rising from his seat. "I am not throwing away my shot."

George stood as well, planting his hands on the desk and leaning towards. "Son we are outgunned, outmanned–"

Alexander slammed his hands on the dark wood, leaning over the desk as well to be face-to-face with the General. "You need all the help you can get! You know my friends: Laurens, Mulligan, Marquis de Lafayette. Okay, what else?" He forced down a blush at Lafayette's name.

The General watched the glint in his eye curiously but continued, "Outnumbered, outplanned."

Hamilton grinned widely, mischievously. "We'll need some spies on the inside, some King's Men who might let some things slide." He and the General both leaned in closer, excitement crackling in the atmosphere, until their noses were almost touching. "I'll write to Congress and tell 'em we need supplies. You rally the guys, master the element of surprise. I'll rise above my station, organize your information. 'Til we rise to the occasion of our new nation, sir!" Hamilton banged the desk once more for emphasis before backing up and saluting his General.

Washington smiled at the young, animated recruit. "I think I just found my right-hand man."

Hamilton's brain and body were both buzzing with energy, having just finished drafting some battle plans with Washington and writing some of his correspondence to send off to Congress. He was pulling off his satchel as he walked into his cabin, grinning to himself. He'd just been promoted to Washington's number one aide-de-camp, after all. Yes, he still wanted to be part of the action, but right now the General needed his help. He'd get his chance on the field later.

Still smiling, he hooked his bag over the back of his desk chair and spun around as he began to remove his coat. He nearly screamed when he saw Lafayette sitting on his bed, arms crossed and watching him silently from across the room. His heart stuttered in his chest, slamming against his ribcage. He clutched the fabric of his uniform shirt in shock, gripping tightly at the white cloth right over his heart.

Holy fuck.

"Je t'ai dit que je te voulais ici dans une heure (I told you I wanted you here in an hour)." He stood. "C'était il y a une heure et demie (That was an hour and a half ago)."

I laughed nervously, staring up at him. "The General stopped me on my way in to talk with me about some important things– like he mentioned when we arrived?"

"Et qu'est-ce qu'il a dit (And what did he say)?" Lafayette's eyes were dark.

I rubbed the back of my neck anxiously. "He called me his right hand man. I've been promoted to aide-de-camp."

"C'est merveilleux. Je suis heureux pour toi, mon amour (That's wonderful. I am happy for you, my love)." His long strides ate up the distance between them, sword bouncing on his hip.

Alexander gulped. He knew Lafayette would never hurt him, but he was still worried he was angry at him.

"Are you mad at me? I promise I came straight here, I didn't know we took so long and–" His rambling was cut off by Lafayette's warm grip on his chin, tipping his head back to look him in the eye.

"Je ne suis pas contre toi. Cependant, j'ai désespérément besoin de toi (I am not cross with you. However, I am in desperate need of you)." His other hand began to trail down Alex's side until it came to a rest on his hip. "Je suis dans un état de demi-excitation depuis que je suis entrée ici, prête à te voir étendue et nue pour moi (I've been in a state of half-arousal since I walked in here, ready to see you sprawled out and bare for me)." His grip tightened on both his hip and his chin as he leaned in to whisper in his ear. "D'abord, je vais te punir. Ensuite, je vais vous faire crier mon nom (First, I'm going to punish you. Then, I'm going to make you scream my name)." His lips brushed the shell of Alexander's ear as he spoke and his warm breath on his skin caused it to erupt in goosebumps.

"P-punish?" Alexander stuttered out in a small voice. He wasn't scared, no, it was more hesitant anticipation than anything else.

"Oui. Tu vas me déshabille et me donner le spectacle que je voulais voir quand je suis entré ici. Ensuite, je vais te plier sur mon genou (Yes. You're going to strip for me and give me the show I wanted to see when I walked in here. Then, I'm going to bend you over my knee)."

Alex sucked in a sharp breath, swallowing hard before nodding. Lafayette allowed him to pull away, loosening his grasp. Alexander stepped back and began to remove his clothing. He chucked off his boots, finished shrugging his jacket off, tossed his belt on the floor, and slowly peeled off every outer layer from his shirt to his underwear until he was naked as the day he was born.

Lafayette licked his lips at the sight of him, all of his tantalizing sun-kissed flesh exposed. His eyes flickered over the marks he'd left on his neck and collarbones, a possessive pride swelling in his chest as he looked them over. He wanted to touch him, but there was time for pleasure later– especially with what he had planned. A grin spread across his face as he paced backwards towards his bed. He lowered himself to the mattress, his sheathed sword rested at an angle with its tip to the floor.

Lafayette pet his lap and looked at Alexander expectantly. "Allez, alors. Qu'est-ce que tu attends? Effrayé, Hamilton (Well come on, then. What are you waiting for? Scared, Hamilton)?"

Alexander huffed and walked over to him, folding his arms over his chest. "I'm not scared."

Lafayette smiled. "Alors qu'attendez-vous (Then what are you waiting for)?" He pulled Alexander's arm to lay him across his lap.

Lafayette laid his left arm over Alexander's back, and used his right hand to gently rub circles into Alexander's backside. He chuckled at the light brown birthmark on his right cheek, bending over to press a light kiss to it that caused Alexander to let out an embarrassed gasp.

"Je veux que tu comptes (I want you to count)." Alexander's only response was to grit his teeth and nod, his chin rubbing against the fabric of Lafayette's breeches.

Lafayette raised his hand and gave Alexander's ass a sharp slap.

"Argh- un (one)!"

Lafayette rubbed the now reddened skin before landing another jarring hit on the other side.

Alexander bit his lip, unwilling to show how much he was actually enjoying it. "Mmph- deux (two)!"

Lafayette rubbed the new pink flesh just like he had for the first one before switching sides again and striking his palm against the first cheek once again.

Alexander couldn't hold back the small moan he let out before shouting, "(trois) three!"

They continued like this until a shaking, panting, crying Alexander yelled "trente (thirty)!" He was spanked for every minute he was late. Lafayette had massaged his sore bottom between each one, alternating which side he hit.

Alexander felt Lafayette's erection pressing into his stomach and his own arousal felt heavy as it rested against his torturer's thigh, twitching with the need to release. His ass was sore but the pain was almost pleasant. Drool was running down his chin and his face felt hot and wet with the tears that leaked from his eyes as he took his "punishment." He would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it. Maybe next time I'll disobey him on purpose.

"Se lever (Stand up)."

Alexander complied, wincing as he carefully removed himself from across Lafayette's lap. Lafayette stood as well, reaching his hands up to cup Alexander's face. He used his thumbs to swipe away the tears tracking down his flushed cheeks before bending down to give him a soft kiss.

"Tu as tellement bien fait, bébé (You did so well, baby)."

Alexander huffed, raising challenging eyes to his lover's and raising his arm to wipe the spit from his chin. "I haven't screamed your name yet, how do you plan on making that one happen?"

Lafayette's dark brown eyes were almost black with lust as a sly grin formed on his face. "(Bed. Now. On your back)."

Alexander winced again as he settled himself on the bed, he folded his arms behind his head and spread his legs as wide as he could on the twin bed.

"Is this what you wanted to see?" He asked coyly.

Lafayette growled and all but pounced on the bed, kneeling between Alexander's legs and clamping his hands over the smaller man's thighs. He leaned in until his face hovered over his lover's. "Je vais vous faire sentir comme aucun autre n'a jamais, je vous promets que (I'm going to make you feel like no other ever has, I promise you that)." His voice was a hot whisper.

Alexander shuddered and matched Lafayette's hard stare. "Prove it."

Lafayette dragged his nails down Alexander's sensitive inner thighs, raking raised red lines into his skin. Alex hissed at the pain but that quickly turned into a half-moan; he took pleasure from the rough contact. Lafayette moved down his body, licking and nibbling at his legs until he reached his ankles where he pressed a kiss to each before grabbing them and lifting his legs over his strong shoulders. He began his ascent back up, this time sucking and biting at the undersides of Alexander's legs. His teasing touch had Alex squirming and letting out small whines, wanting more. Finally, Lafayette reached the apex of his thighs. He doubled over and worked his hands under Alex, grabbing hold of his hips and forcing the Nevisian's lower back up until they were level with his face.

"Lafayette what are you- oh my god!"

Lafayette had licked a wet stripe over his entrance and it was the best thing he'd ever felt, the new sensation racked his body and he knew he wanted to feel it again.

"Please do that again."

Lafayette smirked before diving into his task with rigor. He continuously moved his tongue over Alexander's puckered hole before slowly thrusting it inside. Alexander's back bowed off the bed as Lafayette stroked his wicked tongue in and out of him as fast as he could, massaging the innermost part of him. The slick caresses were driving poor Hamilton mad with pleasure. Lafayette flicked and curled his tongue inside of him with such a diligent precision that made Alexander praise, curse, and damn God all in one sentence as his talented lover ate him out expertly.

He delved his tongue deeper, reaching places Alexander didn't even know were possible. Alexander decided to further stimulate himself by fisting a hand around his uncomfortably hard member and pumping himself to the rhythm of Lafayette's tongue as he devoured him. Receiving pleasure on both ends, it wasn't long before he literally screamed Lafayette's name as he released into his own hand.

Lafayette slowed down his pace to a light tease as Alexander rode out his high, trying not to overstimulate the now very sensitive area. As Alex's muscles relaxed– although he still twitched occasionally– Lafayette carefully pulled out from the invitingly tight opening. He slid Alexander's legs back onto the bed and sat up, watching him intently.

Lafayette smirked down at his completely spent boyfriend, thoroughly enjoying the sight in front of him. Alexander's hair was fanned out on the pillow; the green ribbon that usually kept it contained in a neat ponytail had come loose from tossing his head side-to-side while in the throes of passion. The scattered dark brown locks framed his handsome face. Lafayette's gaze roamed over Alexander's flushed cheeks, forehead dotted with a line of sweat on his hairline, eyes scrunched closed, the bottom lip he was worrying between his teeth, his hands that had moved from behind his head to fist in the sheets on either side of the pillow, and the way his chest heaved as he attempted to recollect himself. He felt blessed to witness it, to be the one who caused it.

"Qu'est-ce que je t'avais dit (What did I tell you)?"

Alexander's eyes blinked open, his dilated dark brown irises searing into Lafayette's. "Shut the fuck up."

Lafayette chuckled and settled his weight over him, fitting their bodies together. He detangled Alexander's fingers from the sheets and slid his own into the spaces between them. He pressed their interlocked hands into the bed, nuzzling into the Caribbean man's hot neck. He peppered light kisses onto to the soft skin and Alex hummed contentedly at the sweet nature of the contact.

"You know, it's kind of unfair that you're still fully clothed."

Lafayette paused his nibbling at the junction where Alex's neck met his shoulder. "Voulez-vous que je corrige cette situation pour vous (Would you like me to remedy that situation for you)?"

Alex cracked a small smile. "Yes. Very much so, actually."

Lafayette huffed a little laugh, his warm breath tickling the base of Alexander's throat. He quickly got up, rolling off of Alex and planting his feet on the floor. He first removed his belt, resting it and his attached sword on his desk. Then, he swiftly got to work on removing the rest of his uniform, exposing more and more of his brown skin with each article of clothing removed. When he was down to his underwear, he slipped back into bed. He laid on his side and pulled Alexander into his body, the smaller male running his thin fingers through the patch of curls on his hard chest.

Hamilton's hand drifted further south across the muscular planes of his stomach, stopping at Lafayette's waistband. "Hey! You're still not naked." He threw his lover an accusatory glare.

"Si je l'étais, je ne serais pas capable de m'empêcher de vous prendre ici, maintenant (If I were, I would not be able to stop myself from taking you right here, right now)."

"And what if that's exactly what I want?"

Lafayette examined him curiously. "Permettez-moi de vous poser une question: avez-vous déjà été avec un homme avant? Intimement (Let me ask you a question: have you ever been with a man before? Intimately)?"

Alex, his little spitfire, seemed to shy away from the question. "No," his voice was barely above a whisper when he answered.

Lafayette gathered him in his arms, squeezing him tightly. He kissed Alexander's head, his lips brushing against the silky locks. "Alors je ne veux pas me précipiter avec toi. Je veux prendre soin de vous, vous courtiser correctement. Et surtout, je ne veux pas t'faire de mal (Then I do not want to rush into this with you. I want to take care of you, to court you properly. And most importantly, I do not want to hurt you)."

"When do you think I'll be ready, then?"

"Ne vous inquiétez pas pour ça pour le moment (Don't worry about that for now)." He paused. "En ce moment, tout ce que je veux que tu t'inquiètes, c'est la merveilleuse sieste que nous allons prendre jusqu'au déjeuner (Right now, all I want you to worry about is the wonderful nap we're going to be taking until lunch)." Alexander could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke again, causing a grin of his own to grace his features.

He let out a small giggle. "I think I can handle that."

And there were no more words for a long time.