Requested by: k01_f1sh_cut13 

C/W:
Smut, hate sex, rough sex, degradation, and knife play.

Requested by a friend, so I shall deliver!

~Story Starts~

Alexander slammed his hands against the desk, eyes glaring dangerously into Jefferson's. "I do not understand why you hesitate to accept my plan when you have very little of a plan situated of your own!" He growled. 

"It's because your plan would bring the United States into chaos. That's it. There is no need to argue with me." Jefferson reasoned, standing from his seat. "There is no way you can convince me otherwise!"

"The United States is already in chaos. There is no economic balance, and we're beyond in debt. Look at me and tell me that what you're doing will help anything!"

Jefferson inhaled, rolling his eyes. He turned to Alexander, nostrils flared. "Everything corrects itself in time, Mr. Hamilton. That is why nobody approves of your plans! It changes everything much too quick."

Hamilton's face burned red as he reached to grab Jefferson's arm. "No, that is not at all what will happen. What will happen without this plan is a collapse. And then, we will be in no condition to fix it due to crippling war debt. And guess what? We're right back under the control of a global superpower!"

"That will not happen," Jefferson reasoned, voice lowered. He shoved Alexander's hand away, almost tempted to spit at his feet. "Our economy is beginning to prosper."

"From what? Slave labor?"

Jefferson froze. "Maybe, but you know I share similar beliefs to you regarding enslavement."

Alexander laughed. "Said the slaver! If you shared my beliefs and morals, you would much rather be in economic problems than living with the idea that you held people with lives as mere tools!" 

"How is this related to your plan? Why degrade my livelihood when you're barely out of debt!"

"Everyone is in debt as of right now!" Alexander shouted, shoving Jefferson. He watched as the taller man stumbled, unable to maintain balance, before falling to the floor. He smiled at that. "When will your beliefs finally allow you to look past your selfishness?"

Jefferson glared up at Alexander, scanning his face. "When will you realize that you can't get what you want through aggression?"

Alexander rolled his eyes, crouching down in front of Thomas, fingers laced tightly in his hair. "When I finally see a change in your ideas, Mr. Jefferson," he hissed, yanking Thomas's hair. Thomas's head snapped back, and he hissed in pain. Alexander let a satisfied grin slip across his face. "Now, tell me, Thomas... Would that bank plan be all that bad?"

Jefferson tried his damnedest to glare at Alexander but couldn't muster it. Alexander still had a firm grip on his hair, and Jefferson was by no means going to fight back. "You still do not have my approval, Mr. Hamilton; I'm sorry."

Alexander snarled, throwing Jefferson's head backward before standing up. "You're truly a pathetic, little man."

Jefferson slowly rose back to his feet, brows furrowed. "I might be pathetic and small in your eyes, Mr. Hamilton, but I stand more than seven inches taller than yourself." 

Alexander turned swiftly, laughing, hands clasping together. "Oh, how funny!" He grasped Jefferson by his neckerchief, shoving him back against the wall. "You best watch the next thing you say."

Jefferson grunted, staring down at the fuming Caribbean man. Something about the way Alexander burned red entertained him. "How can I do so when words are a source you can only hear when spoken?"

A sharp sting went across Jefferson's face, making the taller man groan. Alexander waved his hand a bit, removing the stinging feeling. "Smart ass. You act like you're into that."

"And if I am?"

Another smack sounded; Jefferson shivered slightly from the contact. Alexander scoffed, tilting Jefferson's chin down, leaning in close enough that their noses brushed. "You're some freak, aren't you?" 

Jefferson swallowed nervously, unable to find words. Alexander shoved his face away again, causing Jefferson's head to hit the wall slightly. "Alexander," he breathed shakily, "please..."

Alexander rose a brow. "What?" He leaned back in, lips brushing against Thomas's neck. "Do you want something from me, you freakish whore?"

Thomas shook, breathing shakily. He didn't know what he wanted or why he wished Alexander would continue. He hated the man, and the man hated him. There was far too much flying through his brain, and he was too blinded by lust.

"Answer me."

"I do," Thomas's voice cracked, "anything!"

Alexander laughed, pulling Jefferson down, pressing his lips roughly against the taller man. Jefferson sank immediately, hands searching wildly for a grasp. Finally, he took hold of Alexander's waistcoat, pulling him closer as they kissed.

Alex smirked, swirling his tongue over Thomas' bottom lip, asking for entrance into his mouth. Thomas parted his lips, squeezing his eyes shut. Alexander's tongue freely explored the Virginian's mouth as if he was marking the area as his own. 

Jefferson moaned, brows furrowed together. He had no intention to contest Alexander when Alex's dominance was more apparent.

Pulling back, Alexander took a deep breath, meeting Thomas's eyes. "Dirty little slut... How would your mistress feel?"

"How would yours?" Thomas challenged. Alexander's eyes widened, hand wrapped tightly around Jefferson's neck. 

"She doesn't need to know anything."

"And she won't," Jefferson chuckled nervously. "It would ruin my career as much as yours." He tilted his head back, trying to gather his thoughts. 

"Good..." Hamilton muttered, pulling a knife from his belt. He pressed it to Thomas's throat, teasing the unsharpened end up, pressing the point beneath Thomas's chin. "Opinions on the knife... Mind if I use it to mark your useless body?"

"You may," Jefferson whispered, voice much too squeaky. No matter the situation, if he is nervous, his voice would crack and break. Annoying.

Hamilton smirked, drawing the knife back and closing it. "Get the shirt off then, Mr. Jefferson. Don't you dare throw them on my office floor; fold them neatly over a chair. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good, you pathetic slut." Alexander propped himself against the wall, watching Jefferson closely. The way he nervously removed his overcoat, vest, and cravat, setting them neatly across a chair. Alex perked a brow, smirking. "Shirt."

"What?"

"Get rid of the shirt, Mr. Jefferson."

"Yes, yes, sorry, sir." Jefferson scrambled to get the buttons loosened, hurrying to free himself from the sleeves. He folded his shirt over the rest of the clothing, turning back to Alexander. Alex smirked, pointing to Jefferson's legs.

"I want you in your stockings only, whore."

Jefferson flushed red, working quickly to rid himself of his shoes. He sighed quietly, brushing his thumbs past the hem of his breeches, working them undone. "This is humiliating..."

"It might be, but a pathetic little whore needs to know how to be appealing." 

Thomas rolled his eyes, stepping from the breeches and folding them over the chair. He turned back, freezing, realizing what he must get rid of next. He felt humiliated as he alleviated himself of the undergarments, tossing them into the chair. "Satisfied?"

Alexander nodded slowly, walking towards Thomas, hands against the man's waist. "For a slut, you don't look half as bad as I thought..." He mentioned, digging his nails into the loose skin on Thomas's waist. 

Thomas sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, biting against it roughly, not wanting to make noise. Alexander chuckled in a low tone, sinking to the floor. Thomas gasped quietly, feeling Alexander's hands slip between his thighs, spreading his legs.

Alexander leaned in close, blowing a puff of air against Thomas's cock, sending shivers through the Virginian. Thomas reached his hand down, intertwining his fingers in Alexander's hair, giving it a soft tug. Hamilton merely laughed at the impatience, taking Jefferson's cock into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the tip teasingly and then further down until his nose met the curls at the base. Jefferson panted, rutting his hips forward in desperation.

Alexander tightened his grip on Thomas's waist, holding him in place. He brought his head back, meeting Thomas's eyes. Thomas could swear Alexander was trying to play coy with the look in his eyes. A man doing something so sinful dares to act innocent? How could he!

Alexander bobbed his head, a hand trailing lower, carelessly squeezing Thomas's ass. Jefferson gasped, squeezing his hand into Hamilton's hair tightly. Alexander groaned, pulling his head back and taking a breath. "Well, slut, don't just stand there. Make yourself useful." 

Thomas opened his mouth to speak but couldn't think of the correct words to ask. He looked around, pointing to the couch. Alexander nodded slowly, standing up. Thomas hurried over, taking a seat on the furniture, watching Alexander move around the office. The Caribbean man pulled a drawer open absentmindedly, plucking a can from inside. He tossed it over, Thomas catching it.

"This is a lubricant for a musket." Thomas whimpered, brows furrowed.

"Exactly. Stretch yourself out, whore. I have papers to finish." Alexander smirked, picking up a quill.

Jefferson sighed, unscrewing the cap. It had an extremely metallic smell, but he assumed it was from the canister. He swirled his fingers around, lightly coating them before adjusting himself on the seating.

Alexander watched as he wrote, the same deadly glare resting on Jefferson. "Hurry up, whore."

"Yes, sir," Jefferson flushed, spreading his legs. He moved his hands down, tracing over his asshole, and fanning the lube around. He felt humiliated but excited to display himself in such a perverted manner. 

He swirled his fingers around his entrance, soon slipping a finger past. He bit his lip, leaning his head back a bit. He pumped the finger until he felt he was ready for another. Adding a second, he moaned softly, scissoring himself open.

Hamilton set his quill down, watching more observantly. What a way to see the man you hate most! Sprawled out and needy!

Jefferson just whimpered, adding a third finger. Alexander stood, ridding himself of his overcoat. "Are you finished?"

Thomas nodded, red hair falling on his face. "I am, sir."

Alexander smiled, plucking the lube canister up, coating his fingers in the substance. He undid his breeches and pulled his undergarments down enough to reveal his cock. He smudged his dick in lube, looking up at Jefferson with a snarl. "Move your hand."

Jefferson obliged, whining at the loss of contact. Alexander placed himself between Jefferson's legs, glaring down at him. "Such a pathetic, stupid whore. See why I hate you? So willing for anything."

The redhead nodded, the hateful words going through one ear and then out. The tone of Alexander's words made him sink further into lust. Alexander smirked, lifting the taller man's legs over his shoulders. He aligned himself with Jefferson's entrance, glancing up one more time. 

"May I?"

Jefferson nodded, watching Alexander's body. He observed how he'd tense and then the way he'd relax. It was fascinating.

Alexander moved forward enough to press his tip into Jefferson's entrance, sliding in. Jefferson gasped, covering his mouth, his head thrown over the chair arm. Alexander smirked, beginning a quick pace.

Jefferson whined with each move, moans drawn from his chest. "Alexander," he breathed, "fuck~!"

Alexander laughed in amusement. "Stupid whore. Enjoying being fucked by the man you hate? How pathetic. You're such a worthless little piece of shit!" His pace became more erratic as he spoke. He fixed one of the Virginian's legs, allowing a better angle as his movements intensified.

Jefferson moaned out curses, digging his nails into the couch. "Fuck you, Alexander!"

"Well... you may want to, but it seems, Mr. Jefferson, I am fucking you."

"Piece of shit-!"

Alexander smirked, reaching over, taking a fistful of Jefferson's hair, yanking his head forward. "Call me that again, I dare you."

"Why should I?" Jefferson tried to argue between heavy panting. 

Alexander shrugged, pressing in deeper, slowing his thrusts. "You're such a stupid son of a bitch." he degraded. Jefferson bit into his hand lightly, eyes rolling back. Alexander was pressing intentionally on the prostate, driving Thomas crazy.

The older man's cock twitched in interest, precum already drizzling from the tip. Alex tilted his head back, feeling almost accomplished by this. He sped back up, slamming into Thomas now. The sound of skin slapping filled the room, drowning out the sound of moans.

It didn't take much longer for both men to reach their climax. Jefferson moaned out a swear as he achieved his high, squeezing tightly against the couch. Hamilton yanked Jefferson's hair, following soon after.

Both took a minute to catch their breaths, trying to calm themselves down. Alexander pulled out, fixing his undergarments and breeches. He moved over to his desk, tossing Jefferson a handkerchief. "Clean off and get out of my office."

"Alright... alright..." Jefferson groaned. He cleaned himself off quickly, standing up. Thomas moved over, grabbing his clothes. Once he redressed, Alexander had already gone back to writing. He groaned, rolling his eyes, walking towards the Caribbean man. "So, Alexander..."

"What?"

"I'll consider that bank plan. This meeting will reconvene at a later date. Expect Madison to come along."

Alexander leaned back in his seat, grinning. "I'll see you then."

A/N

And it's done! I hope you enjoy it!

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