“This breaking news, Jefferson in the midst of an affair with Secretary of Treasury, Alexander Hamilton.”

James chewed down on his pillow, close to ripping it in half as he sat on his white bed. He had taken a long shower when he arrived home since he was soaking head to toe. On his television screen was a news report from a few months ago that he had recorded. Sitting in his fluffy baby blue pajamas, he listened intently to the news reporter.

“A video of this affair was released from Alexander's phone.”

The feed skipped over to a censored scene of two men locked into a sexual embrace. Jefferson and Hamilton, both sweating profusely, they whispered sweet lies into each other's ears. Their lips bitten raw, along with Jefferson’s neck trickled in broken trust.

James growled watching intensely. The pit in his stomach only grew as his hatred for Alexander only heightened. How dare he….

His pillow was now covered in saliva with his teeth grazing the edges was the feed skipped back to the blank news reporter of Samuel Seabury.

“A few days later Hamilton’s wife accused him of cheating and soon divorced afterwards. Jefferson soon admitted to sleeping with Hamilton frequently. And I quote: “I've had frequent meetings with him most of them at my own house. Mister Madison was absent on a visit to his father…”

James threw the remote at the television, untimely turning it off. He threw the pillow at the wall muttering curses under his breath.

“Damn it Jefferson….” He laid his aching body back closing his eyes. “You….you said you were mine…..” He sniffed feeling the hot tears return. “I'm….I'm so stupid…..” With that final thought his mind drifted away to sleep, letting the agony and heartbreak aside.

…..........................................................

It was quiet throughout the house. The clicking of the front door opening disrupted the cold quiet air.

James laid dormant under his covers as he snored softly.

The soft, wet footsteps of a large man echoed across the rooms, humming into James’ ears. He flinched, rolling over and blinking awake. “....who…..”

Listening in, he could hear the footsteps cross up the stairs. Scared, he got out of bed and grouped for the under of his bed. Quickly he grabbed a metal bat and slipped out of his room. Considering where he lived, he prayed silently that it was just a wild animal. But his mind gave him every equation of what it could be. A murderer? A burglar? He slowly made his way down the dark hallway hearing the footsteps coming up the stairs. It was too dark to really see but he could make out a tall man’s figure and he panicked.

‘Shit someone is in my house….’ He thought to himself, he tightening his grip on the bat. Mentally preparing himself he began sprinting over to the figure going to swing his bat at its head. “Get out of my-”

The figure grabbed the bat and yanked it out of his hands with ease. “Oh please James. You can do better than that.”

That voice.

“Get the fuck out.” James hissed.

Surprisingly he stepped back. His mind never would have guessed that Thomas, of all people, would break into his house.

“C’mon baby.” Thomas smirked and lay his long hands on James’ hips. “You miss me..”Thomas’ words stung as James swatted Thomas’ hands off him.

“No, f-fuck you.” James felt vulnerable, but he secretly was enjoying this. Thomas grit his teeth and the anger bubbled inside of him.

“Every time James.” He said bitterly as he stepped forward, looming over James.

James instantly stepped back again raising his hands up to defend himself. “T-Thomas stop...get out before I-”

“You'll do what? Call the police? Right.” Thomas said continuing to step forward picking up his pace. Soon James was pressed against the wall, cornered like a mouse. “So beautiful” Thomas gave bitter kisses to James’ lips.

“S-stop..” James whimpered. “This isn't fair.” He mumbled.

“You love it.” Thomas snickered, James didn't dare respond, soon enough Thomas’ tongue was in James’ mouth, and oh, how he missed it, he almost forgot how angry he was. Suddenly fury flooded over james, he kicked Thomas in the leg, the taller man snickered. “Mister Madison, please~” James was distraught.

Thomas violently lifted him up, forcefully wrapping James’ legs around his waist. Thomas kissed James’ neck, and bit down

James let out a small groan and Thomas laughed and led James to his bed.

“Thomas..” James let out. “S-stop..”

Thomas threw James down onto the sheets, and began to undo his shirt. “Thomas!” James yelled out, Thomas let his fingers roam to James’ raging boner.

“Yes?” Thomas asked with a smirk on his face.

James let out a gasp “F-Fuck you!”

“As you wish my dear~”

Thomas tugged at James’ pants, he pulled them down and kissed the tent in his boxers.

James’ face flushed and he pulled Thomas, by the hair, away “Stop it.” He spat. Thomas gave a cheeky grin and pulled off his belt as he took James’ hands and put them over the small man's head. He tightened his belt on James’ wrists. James shuddered and bit his lip. After Thomas was satisfied with his work he began kissing down James’ jawline, leaving pretty hickeys everywhere.

James moaned softly. Thomas smirked and ran his fingers down James’ chest lightly, pressing down here and there were he knew he was sensitive. James whimpered closing his eyes and looking away from Thomas. Thomas’ eyes narrowed and with his free and he grabbed James’ face roughly.

“Look at me.” He ordered in a dominant tone. James yelped and obeyed, Thomas groped James’ shaft and worked it up and down.

“Thomas!” James moaned.

“Beg.” Thomas demanded. James furrowed his brows and stuck his tongue out, Thomas gave a sly grin and fingered the slit of his dick harder, James whimpered and arched his back. He felt cornered, no options left but to do what he asked.

“Fuck me..” he said quietly, making sure it was barely audible.  Thomas perked up.

“What was that doll?” James gritted his teeth

“You heard me asshole!” Thomas gripped James’ hips hard enough to leave bruises, and flipped him over onto his hands and knees. He pulled his own pants down and ran his fingernails down James’ back, leaving small, bright red marks. James groaned.

“What did you used to call me princess? Do it again.” Thomas whispered into James’ back.

“S-sir?” James asked. Thomas landed a hard slap to James’ ass. He groaned in pain as a bright red hand was stained on his ass. He bit his lip.

“Not that.” He spat

“......J-Jefferson.”

Another hard smack against his cheeks. He yelled out close to tears.

“Daddy!” James yelped reluctantly. In the back of his mind he wanted to defy him more but he knew it would only result in pain. Thomas landed a sweet bite to James’ shoulder. And positioned himself. “What's my name love?” He asked again, teasing James’ hole.

“Daddy…” James whimpered, but it was soon replaced with a scream as Thomas slammed into him doggy style.

“Good boy.” He said and went faster. James swallowed hard and gripped onto the bed sheets tightly.

“You love me yet James?!” Thomas said angrily as he groaned slightly at how tight his ass was. James had no words for him as his moans blocked any words from forming. “DO YOU!?” He pulled his hips back, leaving only the tip out then he slammed back into him slamming into his prostate.

“FUCK!” James cursed as he arched his back feeling hot tears filling his eyes. Quickly Thomas flipped James back over to look him in the eye.

Thomas looked down and was in awe of James. Sweat dripping down his forehead and drool slipping from his lips as hot moans filled the room. That face of pure ecstasy only drove Thomas to keep going.

James was on the brink of reaching his high as his cock twitched. Thomas chuckled and wanted to tease his submissive lover just a little bit more. Before James could release, Thomas pulled out of him so only the tip was in.

James looked at him in shock. ‘W-why did he stop?’ He thought blinking in surprise.

“Beg for me James. Say that you love me again.”

James narrowed his eyes not sure what to say or think. He opened his mouth to speak but quickly shut it, looking away from Thomas. Thomas, enraged, grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed it roughly. James yelled out in pain.

“T-Thomas!” James was instantly cut off by him.

“Say it.” He ordered. There was no negotiating this. Thomas always got what he wanted.  James winced and mouthed “fuck you.” Thomas brought his hands away from James’ throbbing cock and placed his hands on James’ throat, adding ample pressure. James grunted and let his tongue slip out his mouth.

“Brat.” Thomas spat.

James coughed and attempted to pull Thomas’ hands away, “Y-you're hurting me-!” James gasped. Tears flooded down Thomas’ cheeks.

“I still love you!”

Thomas confessed, he let his hands fall from James’ neck and he brought them to his face, he sobbed into his hands, James’ eyes softened. “T-Thomas..?” James coughed. Thomas took a deep breath in and got up, he slid his pants back on and untied James’ hands. James sat up, he got out of the bed and pulled his pants back on.

“Forget this.” Thomas said before grabbing at the door handle. “Good bye.” James grabbed his arm squeezing it lightly. He wanted to say, “I love you! I love you!” He wanted to pull him into a kiss to calm him down like he always did.

But….

But he didn't.

“Goodbye Mister Madison.”