Captured by the King

Chapter 15

Alexander sighed softly, watching the King rise from the bed and head out of their room to get some cake. He chuckled softly, shaking his head.

I never could have seen this coming. If I asked myself a year ago, where I would be now, I never would have guessed I'd be in England. And in love with the one person that was my greatest enemy.

Alex chewed his lip, unsure how long his partner would take to get their dessert. So he rolled out of bed and walked over to an ornate chest in front of the bed. Inside were various objects anyone might find in such a place. Numerous treasures, books, clothing, trinkets the King didn't have a better place for, and of course; things that he didn't want people to see.

Alex felt a prickling sensation in the back of his head as his eyes fell on a leather-bound book. It looked like a small diary, the corners worn and the front scrawled with the King's full name.

"George William Fredrick. Tch- Can't get much more prim and proper than that." Alex mutters, picking it up and considering it for a moment. It was lighter than he expected, which made him wonder if it was hollowed out. He frowns, dread still buzzing in the back of his skull. He knew this was private, and that he shouldn't open it.

What is he hiding? I know it's wrong to pry but... Oh what am I doing? I'm no spy, snooping like this won't get me anywhere.

Hamilton sighs, setting the book back where he found it and pawing through the chest. The King's diary wasn't even what he was looking for anyway. He grinned as he found the silk bag the King kept their toys in. Rope, oil, other things of a sexual nature. He lifted it out, surprised at the weight.

Did he add stuff? Might as well take a look.

Alexander's heart thumped against his chest with excitement, wondering what was inside as he closed the wooden chest. He set the bag on the bed, loosening the tie at the top and peering into it.

Jackpot!

Inside were various ropes, woven from softer strands so they wouldn't be abrasive on skin. Scented oils, chocolates, small strips of silk; likely to use as blindfolds, and a few extra items that made Alex's stomach tense with arousal. Three new toys, each one a bit larger than the last. All of them were made of the finest blown glass, completely clear. The smooth curves made him wonder how they would feel sliding inside him, curling perfectly against his prostate.

Oh, we're going to have fun with these. I can't wait to see my King squirming from them.

He blushed at the thought of his partner quivering beneath his touch,whimpering his name in pleasure. However, his ears perked as he heard the King's distinct footsteps clicking down the hall toward their room. Alexander heart was racing as he swiftly tucked the bag under the bed, climbing back onto it and laying down as if nothing happened; tapping his hands against his belly.

Finally the King walked in, carrying a plate with a very large slice of chocolate cake. It was clearly meant to be eaten by two people, and even then, the portion size was ambitious. George seemed happy, a little grin curling his lips.

"Alright! I have our treat, and though I brought two forks, we really only have need for one." The King says with a shrug, sitting down on the bed and taking up one of the forks.

Ah, seems he wants to feed me.

Alexander smiles, opening his mouth to accept a bite. He even closed his eyes. But it took a rather long moment before any cake reached him. As the forkful of mostly frosting touched his lips, he opened his eyes to see that his partner had selfishly taken the first bite! Alex pouted slightly as he chewed, folding his arms. The King didn't seem to understand what was wrong, cocking an eyebrow as he casually took another bite of the cake.

"What? I gave you the bite with a lot of frosting." George said softly. Alexander sighs, talking with his mouth full.

"Yeah, but you could have given me the first bite." Alex argued through the mouthful, mumbling. The King seemed confused as to why his partner was upset, and it was now that Alex realized how selfish he sounded. "Sorry. That was selfish. You've done a lot for me, for my sake..." Hamilton reasons, pressing his hands against the bed. He didn't seem to know how to deal with his feelings.

On one hand, I do want to stay here with the King. I love him, and I know I mean a lot to him. But at the same time, I feel like I'm betraying my country by staying in England with the man who's the cause of this bloody war! Damnit, I feel useless.

George frowns, seeming to realize that his partner's thoughts were elsewhere. The King set the cake aside, and watched as Alexander's gaze followed it idly.

"Alex... I didn't want to talk about it before but— I can't ignore it anymore. And you can't either. We're on two sides of this war. And while your friends are the cause, you want to get back to them and help them." The King began, earning a shocked look from Hamilton. George flinched as his partner suddenly rose from the bed in a rush of outrage and ire. In a moment, his lover had turned into the rebellious rabble that he knew those "patriots" to be.

"We're the cause?! How can we be the cause when you were the one enforcing so many taxes and rules upon us? What of you not seeing us colonists as equals?! It's not fair!" Alexander argued, gesturing wildly with his hands as he paced. The King sighed, slowly standing up to face Hamilton. His expression was cold, as if it was a warning.

"Alexander. Taxes here in England are far higher. We just didn't enforce them upon the colonists in the Americas at first. And when we tried to add them, you all threw a fit." George reasons, watching Alex's brow furrow more intensely. Clearly he was in no mood to argue. The King sighs, shaking his head.

"Anyway... Like I was saying, you want to stay here, but you also don't want to leave your friends back in America. Surely you've been thinking about it for some time now. Do you know what you want to do?" The King asks, remembering their conversation where he wondered whether or not Alexander was going to betray him. Alex sighs, chewing his lip as he thought for a moment.

Well of course I don't want to leave him. But I can't really help in the war effort while in England.

Alexander groans, pressing his face into his hands. He walked back to the bed and laid down on it, looking up at the ceiling. He wanted to cry, trying to decide what on earth he was going to do about his predicament.

"I don't know. I love you, I really do. But I love my friends too. This war is keeping a distance between you and I- it's just making everything hard!" Alexander huffed, rolling onto his side away from the King. George was silent for a few long moments, Alex having no clue what he could have been thinking about.

The trouble is, I know exactly how to fix America after the war is over. But I can't do anything about it while I'm here. Not while the war is going. I can send letters and whatnot, but that would do little good now.

"I know. It's not easy for me either. I have to worry about politics and how certain actions will effect the conflict... But enough about that. Do you want to have some more cake?" George asks, picking up the plate and scooping up a forkful. Alexander was still bitter, so he only tucked himself into a ball to ignore him. The King frowns, settling on his side of the bed and starting to eat the slice himself. He didn't want it to go to waste after all.

But the smell of the chocolate frosting was making Alexander's mouth water, and his stomach gently reminded him that he was hungry with a growl. Alex sighs after a few moments, relenting to the whims of his body as he rolled over and sat up to face his partner.

"Alright, I'll have some cake." Hamilton crumbled, his eyes flickering down to the remainder of the dessert. The King smiles, shifting gears and eagerly scooping up a forkful for his lover. Of course, Alex noticed that George had saved the part with the most frosting for him, just in case he changed his mind. As Alexander was fed by his lover, he wondered why he had gone silent for so long.

Perhaps he was thinking about what I said. About the war making everything difficult. I'm not entirely sure... Ah well, hopefully I'll get to use those toys on him later.