Alexander returned home that night and cuddled with John, who was still in a sleep, his precious love would be forever safe thanks to Charles and himself. He'd finnaly belong to Alex, for Alex had killed so many people just to be here with John, just for this moment. And yet so much sacrifice didn't make Alex the tiniest bit of guilty. Blood shed ment nothing if it was to to keep John safe.

Francis Kinloch, The Marquis de Lafayette, Elizabeth Schuyler, Angelica Schuyler, Thomas Jefferson, and Mr. George King are all gone. Because of you Alex. Nothing can stop you from taking John now. John is all yours, forever and ever he will be yours.

Reality was hitting him the face. John. John is free from temptation of other love interests. Alexander tried not to squeal from giddiness as he snuggled closer to John. His heart pounding. His. Alex too, had no more temptation as well. Everything was fitting into place.

John. John. John. The only beautiful thing is this cruel and disgusting world. This world, is rotten. Yet, John made every second here worth wild. Just by smiling and being there, he's the light we've been missing. After all the darkness, John had helped us. He deserves all the love we can give him.

Alex didn't go to sleep, he stayed up all night typing away in his laptop, he wrote;

"Cold in my professions, warm in my friendships, I wish, my Dear Laurens, it might be in my power, by action rather than words, to convince you that I love you."

This was just the beginning he wrote more and more, one day he'll show this is John, but not today. As Alexander finished the last paragraph he saved it and opened a new file, he wrote about all the killings and deaths he caused, how he planned them out and why, how he was alble to go unnoticed and finnaly after everything was written in excruciating detail, he closed the laptop.

For hours he spent playing with Johns hair, smoothing it out, he layed down and kissed Johns nose, still playing with strands of loose hair. It was so fluffy and soft.

He was so perfect and beautiful that Alexander couldn't ever stand it. Alexander stroked John cheek slowly, kissing It. He needed to taste him, to feel him and just be inside him.

Yes, Alex , take him. He's all yours. Take him. Make him feel loved. All yours.

"All mine."  He whispered lustfully as he climbed on top of John and licked Johns neck, sucking here and there . John woke up moaning slithly, "A-alex-?" He asked. "Shh it's alright John, I just couldn't help myself, please just tonight, I'll be gentle." Alexander wanted him so bad, but he needed permission to actually start. "I promise." It was dark, but the lights from outside buildins lit the room with a bit of light. Alex could see Johns hesitant face.

Alexander began to pull away, he didn't want to make John uncomfortable and repeat what Mr.King had done. He was no rapist.

John nodded, lifted himself up and kissed Alexander. "I trust you." He layed back down and let Alexandrer, who sighed in relief, hands and mouth roam free.

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Even thought John has had sex before Alexander made this one special. He didn't rush him into anything, and was gentle towards John. They layed there panting in bed, Alexander spooning John even if John was taller, Alex liked holding him in his arms. "I love you." The smaller one whispered. Buring his head into Johns hair. 

"I love you too."