Alexander Hamilsin

Madilton

I got a request to do a sequel to the Jamilton chapter, so here goes

It had been a mere two days after Hamilton's encounter with Thomas Jefferson. His hips were still bruised, but not very badly. There was only one thing that bothered Alexander; he still needed to get James Madison's signature. But how? What was Madison into? How could he find out? There was only one person to ask, the person that knew everything about his men.
"Mr.Washington, how nice to see you." George Washington knew everything about almost everyone he'd met. He was the most observant mad Alexander had ever seen.
"What do you want, Hamilton?"
Alexander flushed. It wasn't very easy to ask his boss what kinks his colleague had.
"I- uhm... well..."
"Spit it out, Alexander."
After a few deep breaths, Alexander finally 'spat it out.'
"TellmewhatkinksMadisonhas!"
Washington looked shocked.
"Pardon me?"
"I need to know what kinks James Madison has, I- I'm asking for a friend! I swear!"
Washington considered questioning it for a while, but decided to merely give him the information. But not without a catch, of course.
"I will give you the information you need, if you do something for me."
Alexander Hamilton was well aware of what the older man wanted, and so he simply nodded, flushing a bit more.
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."
A perverted smirk was plastered onto Washington's face as he looked the smaller man up and down predatorily.
"We'll meet again in a few nights, my good little cock warmer. Now, let's talk about Madison, shall we?"

-This time skip is brought to you by flex tape-

Everything was in place. Alexander Hamilton was on Madison's doorstep the night after his meeting with Washington, gathering up the courage to finally knock. In all honesty, he felt stupid. This wasn't really his sort of thing, and everything he was wearing underneath his large overcoat was slightly uncomfortable.
He was considering bailing out, before a familiar face opened the door unexpectedly.
"Hamilton! To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Alexander smirked, stepping inside James' house and slipping off his shoes. He couldn't let his anxiety win him over.
"Well, Madison. At our little meeting the other night, you remember?" The blush evident on James' face made it obvious that he did remember, so Alexander continued, "And I couldn't help but notice that you weren't exactly the, shall we say, center of attention."
James' eyes lit up at that statement. He didn't get to touch Alex the other day, no. He let Jefferson have some fun. But now... now it was his turn. Finally.
"And what did you have in mind, Mister Hamilton? I do still need a bit of convincing..."
Alexander chuckled at that. He slowly unbuttoned his coat, pulling off the hood to reveal a pair of realistic cat ears seated daintily atop his head.
"Well, I can think of a few things, master."
James Madison watched in awe as Alexander removed his coat and tossed it to the side, revealing his skimpy and revealing outfit. Intricate balck lace lingerie, a black leather collar, and a beautiful black cat tail buttplug.
"Good god, Hamilton"
"Hamilton? Is that really a fitting name, master?"
James pondered the thought for a while. When he finally made up his mind, he stepped closer to the shorter man and said,  "I do believe you have a point, pet. Bedroom is up the stairs, third door on your right. I want you  spread out on the bed by the time I'm up there."
Although a little startled by James' sudden surge of dominance, Alexander complied, making a beeline for the bedroom. It was a fairly large room, with a king size bed, perfect. Alexander layed himself down on the bed, spreading his legs and arms, awaiting his master's arrival. The anticipation was killing him, and he was slightly relieved when he heard his master's footsteps on the hallway floor. Madison examined his pet quickly as he entered the room, and wow, what a sight. He could stare at Alexander forever. His every feature was so enchanting, just looking at him could entrance James. Hamilton whined, pretending to be bored of simply being looked at.
"Master, touch me, please?"
Needless to say, James was already just as needy as Alexander. Who wouldn't be? If the man you loved come into your house, practically naked, and started calling you master, how could you not get an erection? But he was going to have some fun before giving Alexander what he wanted.
"Where do you want me to touch you, pet? Be more specific."
Alexander hated begging. It was degrading and pointless. But he needed that signature, and so he complied.
"Please, master! I don't care where... just touch me! Use me like your slutty little toy! Please, master!"
If only Alexander knew what he did to James. The lingerie, the begging, the whining, the everything. He couldn't help but throw his plans out the window.
"As you wish, kitten."
Madison was slow to discard the lingerie that got in his way of kissing and biting down Alexander's body. He wanted to make this last, savour it, since he was sure he'd never get another chance to do this. He took his precious time marking Hamilton's body, whispering dirty things into his ear every so often. When he had finally told Alexander to get onto his hands and knees, they were both sweaty and panting.
"Yes, master."
James undressed quickly, admiring the sight before him. He pulled the buttplug out of Alexander, loving the whine it pulled from the smaller man. James lined himself up with Alexander's entrance, the lube from the plug eliminating the need for any more lubricant.
"Please, master! Please fuck me! Fuck me as hard as you can, master! Please, master! please-"
Alexander's nearly silent string of pleas came to an abrupt stop as Madison slowly pushed into him, and was replaced with moans from both men. Despite Alexander's constant begging, James didn't speed up. His pace was slow and loving, deep and passionate. When Alexander finally came, he cried out 'master', overwhelmed with pleasure. But when James came not much longer, he moaned Alexander's name, too caught up in the fantasy of this being more than a convincing to use the right sub name.
James cleaned up the sleepy Alexander afterwards, wiping the cum off of him with a warm washcloth. Hamilton stood up with much difficulty and began to change into the clothes he brought with him. James watched from his seat on the bed, wishing that Alexander would stay.
"Hamilton?"
"Yes, Mr. Madison?"
James stopped himself from saying what he wanted to, sighing sadly.
"Leave the papers in my living room, I'll sign them as soon as I can... and close the door on your way out."
Hamilton nodded, grabbing his soiled lingerie and closing the door behind him with a small click.
James buried his face in his pillow, silently begging for Alexander to come back, for Alexander to love him back.
Alexander walked out into the cold night air, happy that he'd finally gotten his signatures.

I didn't like how that turned out :/ Oh well