Chapter 6

Getting up the next morning proved harder than Alexander thought it would be. Waking up with his head pounding and his ass throbbing, he pulled back the blanket to find blood crusted on his legs and cot. Rubbing his eyes with one hand, Hamilton began to get ready, his movements painstakingly slow. Tying an ascot around his neck and a bandage around his hand, he made sure they covered all the marks and bruises not covered by his uniform. Pushing through his immense discomfort, he made his way to the general's office, forgoing food, knowing he wouldn't be able to keep it down anyway. On his way there, he was stopped once again by Aaron Burr, who met him with a hateful glare. The fire behind his eyes however dulled as he took in Alex's haggard appearance.

"Wha-" He started, only to be cut off by Hamilton.

"Leave it." Alex said forcefully. With that, the scribe stiffly walked past Burr and entered Washington's office, closing the door behind him. Coming to a stop in front of the general's desk, Hamilton stood as straight as he could, waiting until George met his eyes. As soon as he did, Alex noted the smug look in his superior's eyes.

"Here bright and early, I see I chose wisely. You can sit and do your work at this table here by me. Today I'll have you going through these correspondents and making sure they are all dealt with appropriately." Holding out a stack of letters to the young man, Washington openly stared as Hamilton walked past him and got settled at his new desk. Getting to work, Hamilton dutifully worked his way through the letters, all the while aware of the lingering looks the general shot his way. Several hours passed, uneventful due to the steady stream of visitors. Alexander only got interrupted once lunch rolled around, and Washington cleared his throat.

"Lock the door."

"Yes sir." Hamilton replied, getting up and trying not to limp as he made his way to the door. Turning back to face the older man, he awaited his instructions.

"Come here."

"Yes sir." Alex walked back to the general's desk, pausing only for a moment as the big man gestured to his lap. "Sir?"

"Sit, son." Washington reaffirmed. Hamilton hesitantly moved closer, before straddling George's lap. "Good boy."

Washington put his hands on Alexander's hips, gripping them firmly, making Alex hold back a wince at the aggravated bruises. Tugging Hamilton even closer, until their chests were pressed together, Washington ground his hips up against Alex's, the latter unable to stop a whimper from escaping his lips, his rear still damaged from the night before. At this, Washington brought his mouth to Hamilton's ear, nipping it.

"I bet you love the reminder of the fun we had last night, don't you?" The general breathed.

"Of course I do, Commander." Alex said automatically, moving his head to allow the general better access.

Washington pulled the young man's neckerchief down, exposing more of his neck to be bitten and sucked. Satisfied, the larger man pulled back, bringing his hand up to cup the back of Alex's head, smashing their mouths together. Nipping, sucking, and biting the small man's lips, Washington thoroughly abused his lips, before forcing his tongue into Hamilton's mouth. He was pleased to find Alex reciprocating to his touches, clearly having been taught appropriately by yesterday's lessons. As the general bucked his arousal up against Hamilton, the latter rolled his hips down in time with the rough movements, trying his best to ignore the viscous burn.

"So well trained so fast. I knew I was right about you, son." Washington panted between brutal kisses. Pumping his hips up faster and harder, Hamilton was grateful to recognize that this session was almost over. The general once again moved both hands down to put his hips in a vice-like grip. Firmly grinding Hamilton's ass against his erection, George rapidly thrust up against Alexander, his teeth buried in the scribe's shoulder. With one last particularly rough buck of his hips, the general came in his trousers, panting against his secretary. Washington rose his eyes to meet his subordinate's, and Hamilton saw lust continuing to burn in his leader's dark eyes. "You need to get back to work, but we'll be sure to continue this tonight, won't we?"

"We will, sir."