Chapter 7

The rest of the day went too quickly for Alexander's tastes, his promised rendezvous with Washington looming over him. He dutifully completed all the work handed to him, because; despite his newfound hatred for the commander, he was glad for his chance to add his help to the revolution. And he grudgingly had to respect the fact that Washington was a brilliant strategist, regardless of his nefarious personality. Hamilton had to observe the opposing sides of the General as two people, if only to keep his sanity and efficiency.

He managed to force down some food at dinner, and pointedly avoided Burr's piercing gaze. With his general by his side, Alex kept his back straight and his posture stiff. He politely interacted with his fellow yankees, doing as he was expected. Making excuses of retiring early, Hamilton made his way to his tent. He was going to do his best to prepare for the evening, the pain and injury from last night was something he wanted to avoid again if he could, and knowing that Washington wouldn't see to his comfort, he took it into his own hands. He took a few minutes to regroup, removing his clothes and taking into account all of his acquired bruises. Scrubbing his face with his hands, he took a deep breath and got to work. Washing away the blood that had dried during the day, Alexander fought back a sob as he gently dabbed at his rear with a cloth. Grabbing oil from under his cot, he started to rub it over his entrance, taking his time as he knew the older man wouldn't arrive for at least another hour. As he did so, Hamilton couldn't help the self loathing that rose in him at what he was doing. While he knew rationally that he was taking care of himself for what he knew was coming, he also felt as though he was just making it all easier for this to happen. Washington would see this as Alex taking enjoyment in the acts against him. Hamilton knew it wasn't so, but those thoughts kept swarming in his mind, filling him with shame. He tried to remind himself that keeping the general happy was in his best interest. It did little to ease his mind, but he would take what little reassurance he could.

He had painstakingly worked his way up to four fingers by the time he heard the telltale heavy footfalls that had so quickly become his harbinger of misery. He hurriedly pulled on a long night shirt, not wanting Washington to think he was actually eager for this. Sitting on his bed, he looked expectantly at the tent's opening, meeting the general's eyes when he pushed his way through the tent flaps. Alexander couldn't quite stop the shiver that went down his spine as he was seared with the heated look he met. The secretary sat obediently while his commander took off his shoes and trousers, deftly maneuvering his way through the small space despite the limited light. As the larger man sank down to sit next to Hamilton on the cot, he brought his hand up stroke the younger man's back.

"I see you waited for me, son. I knew you wouldn't disappoint." The low voice seemed to boom in Hamilton's ear, despite knowing it had only been a whisper. "Now, let's get back to our fun, shall we?"

"Of course, sir. Just tell me what to do." Alex tried to make his voice sound inviting despite his disgust.

"Such a good little whore." Washington practically purred, bringing his hand up Hamilton's back, leaving it to rest on the young man's neck. "Lie on your back."

While it was voiced as a command, Hamilton couldn't have even resisted if he tried, as the general pushed him down onto the bed as soon as he issued it. Yanking the young man's legs apart, Washington lowered himself between them, rubbing his stiff member against Hamilton's midriff. He forced their mouths together, one hand supporting himself while the other harshly brushed over Alex's cloth covered nipples. Reminding himself to yield to the bigger man, Hamilton wrapped his legs around Washington's waist, earning him a grunt of approval and a quick thrust. The large man took his hand away from his chest, moving it down between his legs, probing at his entrance with a finger. The slickness that met him gave him pause.

"You prepared yourself for me." Alexander could practically hear the smirk in his voice. "This is more like it, anticipating my needs before I even ask. Well done, son."

The praise made Hamilton feel sick, but he had little time to dwell on it as Washington pushed one and then two fingers into him in quick succession. Sucking in a breath, he pushed himself to relax, looking down at the general positioning his large erection between his legs. He felt the blunt tip, and then a hand lifted his chin up so that he was meeting the general's eyes. The glint in them made him fight back a cringe. As Washington lent down and sealed their mouths together, he sank into him up to the hilt, the older man swallowing the yelp that Alex let out. Soon enough quick and steady thrusts pushed the huge cock into him repeatedly, and he was somewhat glad to note that while still uncomfortable, it was nowhere near the burning agony the night before had been. He was a little taken aback, however, when the general flipped them over, Looking down at Washington questioningly, his confusion was short lived as his commander's hands settled on his hips.

"Show me how much you love my cock, Alexander." He punctuated the order with a sharp buck, causing him to bounce on the man's lap. Bracing himself on the general's broad chest, he rose up on his legs slightly, before sinking down on the man's member. Ignoring his discomfort, Hamilton slowly increased his pace, hoping to bring the session to a close. Seeing the pleasure he was giving the general angered him, but he knew that this was the way things had to be, he'd be damned if he allowed this situation to get the best of him. Pretty soon Washington had had enough of laying back and watching him, he flipped them back over and started pounding into Alexander at a brutal pace. No amount of preparation would ever be enough to ease the pain of that pace from a man that large, was all Hamilton could think as he gripped the general's shoulders. The frenzied motion was making it hard for him to keep his legs wrapped around the general, but he knew it would be worse for him if he didn't. Hoping to make it end faster, Alexander gave a quick squeeze to the large cock in him. He wasn't prepared for the painfully tight grip on his hip or the bite to his neck as Washington exploded in him, the rush of heat expanding inside him. He was then crushed under the weight of the general as he flopped down on him. The older man brought his lips to his ear, his breathing labored.

"Thank you son, that was wonderful. You made such a pretty picture, riding my cock, I couldn't help myself." He nipped at the scribe's ear. "How do you feel about having my seed deep inside you?"

"I'm thankful that you chose to give it to me, sir."

"It is quite an honor, isn't it. But with that tight ass of your's, you are certainly worthy of it." Hamilton felt general's cock give a small twitch inside of him, and hoped that once would be enough for Washington tonight. "Once we have the chance to be truly alone, I can't wait to make you scream. But that will have to wait."

"Is there any other way that I can help you, sir?" Hamilton asked, holding his breath.

"So eager, I love it. You've done well tonight, satisfying your master. I'll be expecting to see you bright and early. Goodnight, son."

Once the general had left Hamilton let out a sigh of relief, rolling over to spare his back the discomfort, he tried to get what little sleep he could. He had work in the morning after all.