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[iniquiticity]

Anonymous asked
What happens in this kind of universe when a man ogles/harasses another man's husband at a social gathering? Can we see George lose a bit of his famous control on Alex's behalf?

washington was admiring hamilton in his new jacket, watching him talk to stephen van rensselaer at knox’s son’s wedding. he had had a bit to drink, and then he had danced with his husband until he was feeling quite old and exhausted, and hamilton tenderly referred to him as ancient and went to socialize while he caught his breath.

his eye caught on a man sitting some ways away watching alexander. he would have not considered himself the jealous type, under normal circumstances, but the man’s gaze was unfit for the public - dark and suggestive. possessive. washington folded his hands in his lap and felt his nails in his palms to resist the urge to say something. the man was only looking; there was no reason to be distressed; he had little confidence, even for completely pragmatic reasons, that hamilton would abandon him.

the man stood and walked over to hamilton and van rensselaer. van rensselaer walked away, and the man took his space, and hamilton spoke to him.

the man touched his husband on the hip, and washington bit back the growl that grew in his throat. hamilton did not need rescuing. hamilton slipped away from the touch with his characteristic elegance, but the man stepped again into his space, and brushed his knuckles over hamilton’s shoulder, unarguably intimate.

enough.

washington stood from his chair and made his way across the room to his husband and the man. he pulled his shoulder back as he slid his arm around Hamilton’s waist, felt the warmth of the man’s body against his.

“is it tradition, in your lands, to touch another man’s husband so closely?” he asked, coaching his voice for soft rage, “even as they pull away from you?”

the man did not seem to be impressed. “we share,” he replied, and reached for hamilton again. this time washington caught his wrist. he was an average sort of man, and washington squeezed his wrist until the man winced. he thought, unkindly, that the man could do with one less wrist, and that he was more than capable.

“enough, dearest,” hamilton murmured to him, and kissed his neck. he barely felt it. instead, he satisfied himself by feeling the bones grind together under his white-clenched fingers.

“you shall find another man to share,” washington snarled, this time evident, “and if you touch this one again, you shall never use those fingers for anything else.”


possessive sequel:

(ps after george got all possessive over alex, alex pretended to be angry about it because he’s Independent and Firm, but then when they went home he went off about all the ways washington is vastly superior to that person and how shitty and terrible and gross they were.)

(and then he pushed george into the bed and rode him for a good long while. and they all lived happily ever after. )