"Living is Harder"
AN: I know I'm horrible. I haven't updated any of my stories in months, in some cases years. I've been dealing with too much. I started college, and I've been struggling with my mental illnesses as well as several medication changes. It is still no excuse, and I truly am sorry. I'm going to try to not suck so much. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this.
Warning: rape, abusive relationship
Chapter 1
"Your excellency, you wanted to see me?"
"Hamilton, come in, have you met Burr?"
After that exchange Alexander's mind wandered, he had no idea why General Washington requested his presence, he was only a boy, an immigrant just trying to earn his place among the other soldiers. He couldn't think of a time where he had done something to earn such a great man's attention. As the door closed with a thunk he was snapped back to reality and, looking up, he saw the general's intense gaze locked on him.
"Have I done something wrong, sir?" Hamilton asked apprehensively.
"On the contrary, your reputation precedes you. I've found myself intrigued by what I've heard." Washington countered, one of his eyebrows cocked.
"Hopefully good things are what have reached your circles." Hamilton laughed nervously, the smile he received setting him somewhat at ease.
"Yes, indeed. I heard you stole cannons, a daring young thing. But I have to laugh, Hamilton, how come no one can get you on their staff?"
"I'm worth more than a secretary, sir. But that's all they deemed me suitable for." Alexander said, trying to keep the bitter tone out of his voice. After he finished, Washington rose from his seat, rounding his desk and coming to stand in front of the younger man, the latter straightening his posture further.
"You certainly are worth more than just a secretary Alexander. Under me, I'm sure we can arrange a way for you to gain your own command. However, at the moment I need someone with your intelligence and skill to, how should I put it? Lighten the load that I face due to this war. If you can help me, I'll be sure that you get your chance to fight and lead troops." Washington said, gradually getting closer to Alexander. His eyes taking on a new light, something lurking behind them that Hamilton hadn't seen before.
"What do you need me to do to help, sir?" Alexander asked quickly, his eagerness to earn a position overriding the uneasy feeling that gaze gave him.
"Well, I need you to be my secretary for the time being, my right hand man. Help rally more troops, and take over many of my correspondents. And, one last thing, in order to make sure you really are deserving of that future post." The general listed, getting even closer to the young soldier, closing in until Hamilton's back hit the door. Washington reached around the small man, locking the office door. At that moment, Alexander couldn't help but notice how much bigger the older man before him was than he had seemed behind his desk.
"I, I don't understand what y-" Hamilton stuttered, stumbling over his words for the first time in years, warning bells sounding in his head.
"Oh I think you understand, or are you not as smart as the rumors say?" Washington taunted, his hands coming to rest against the door, on either side of Hamilton's head. "As I said, I need you to lighten the load." He enforced the statement by jutting his hips against the smaller man, the height difference causing his erection to press firmly against his stomach.
"Why are you telling me this?" Hamilton questioned, his eyes showing his alarm.
"You are an attractive young man, foreign, smart, eager. I want you. And if you ever want to get anywhere in this country, you'll do as I say, and accept this generous offer. Be my right hand man." Washington took a hold of Alexander's hand with his right, bringing it down to rest on the bulge in his uniform. "So?"
"I am not throwing away my shot."