BookFan06: Yep, it’s Washington’s’ birthday today. So I came up with the theory that George Washington and the Marquis de Lafayette were not just in a father-son relationship, but were lovers. So, in other words, this will be Slash/Yaoi. If you’re not into that sort of thing, don’t read. I do not want any complaints.

I got some part of the story from a picture on a website. It shows Washington and Lafayette riding side by side at Mt. Vernon, and at some point this popped into my head and would not leave.

I know it’s not the best story, but it was one of my first stories, and it took me almost a year to write this crappy thing, but I still sort of like it. Please don’t flame, flames are pointless and a waste of time.

Also, the French in here isn’t very good. I’m trying to do better, but I might have made some mistakes, so I’m sorry if I have.

I hope you will enjoy this.

Risi-Chan helped me with translations. Thanks again dear.

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Lafayette’s PoV

The Hills are just as perfect as I had imagined - perhaps even more so. It feels like it has been ages that I have been this near to – HIM. The only man I ever trusted, and the only person I truly fell in love with.

Obviously I loved my wife; we have had children together. But I was not in love with her; not the kind of love I had with Washington.

As a young boy of nineteen, I went to America to find one kind of glory, but found another as well. I knew he was someone I could trust; I just did not know how much…

As I ride my white stallion, I hear the wind gently blow the trees. It ruffles my wig and gives me a great felling of calm. I can fell him before I can even see Mt. Vernon. I know his presence, and its all around me. The path suddenly bends, and a gorgeous site reaches my eyes - his home.

I smile. Perfect.

It is just as I imagined.

Washington’s PoV

I feel him coming. I did not even need to look out my window to see.

I suddenly become nervous and begin to pace in the main entrance. My adoration for Lafayette is my darkest yet most cherished secret.

I nervously go to the door to wait as my wife and children gather around behind me. I really do adore my family. I defy anyone who says otherwise. But I laugh at the ones who say that Lafayette and I have merely a father–son relationship. We are so much more than that.

I made sure everything was perfect for him. I had put on my uniform in honor of his arrival and made sure the entire plantation was in perfect condition. All my servants were dressed nicely and my family wore the best clothing affordable.

He is coming up to the steeps now. The stable boy takes his horse away and a servant takes his luggage. One servant comes up behind me to open the door. I tell him that I’ll do it myself. He walks off, disappointed.

I can fell my hand shake as I reach for the doorknob. I have never shaken before. Even as I crossed the Delaware on Christmas Eve, I never shook. I do not remember opening the door. All I remember is two arms suddenly wrap tightly around my neck.

Lafayette’s PoV

I have never before been so happy to see any one person in my entire life. I instantly greeted Washington in the fashion of my country by kissing him on both cheeks. If it had been anyone else who had done this, he would have been very angry. He has never been found of physical contact; he even scolded John Hancock for slapping him playfully on the back! But he never has done so with me. He has been very lenient with me.

I am being introduced to his family. His wife, Martha, is very sweet. I kiss her hand. She speaks to me a few phrases in French.

“Vous êtes très gentil, Lafayette,” she says. I like her very much.

There children are also sweet; they give me flowers and candies. They begin to show me there lovely home.

All the rooms are tastefully furnished in the Georgian Style. Every chair, sofa, table, and other pieces are modern, but not overly done. I notice that each room has a bouquet of flowers. The rooms are open and filled with the freshness of the outdoors. This place has all the comforts of a modern civilization, but with all the simplicity of nature.

“I adore your home. It is one of the loveliest places I have ever seen.”

“I thank you,” he replies. “It means much coming from you. I expect you must be very hungry after your journey. Let us have supper.”

Washington’s PoV

I could only have the best dinner created for him. The cooks made his most favorite foods, the most exquisite French Cuisine, and finest dishes available.

There’s turkey, cranberries, potatoes, salad, ham, vegetables, beans, and much more. For desert we had different types of fruits such as bananas, pineapples, strawberries, peaches, oranges, watermelon papayas, pears, cherries, and grapes. Along with our fruit we also have crêpes, pastries, cakes, and cream filed puffs. With all this we had the finest wine available.

Although quite tasty, I can not keep my mind on the food; and I know Lafayette can not either. We try our best to be casual; we did not want to show how much we wanted to be alone. I believe that the others do not suspect a thing.

We will be spending the night outside. Lafayette and I will be, anyway. We will be more at ease there. Out in the woods that rest on my land, we could have some privacy…

Lafayette’s PoV

Although the dinner was lovely, it went by to slow. I am anticipating being outside tonight. We have packed some blankets, food, firewood, and other necessities in order to stay outside. Washington and I bid farewell to his family, and we saddled our horses and began our journey out into the woods. He told what being a president was like.

“I work like any other leader would. Laws and delegations must be made. There is not as much privacy as there was before, when I was only a general or a private citizen.”

I explain that I have not been left alone either. “People come to my home in hopes of seeing me. When I walk the streets, even without an officer’s uniform, I am recognized. I am followed by a large crowed were ever I go. I can not even go to an Opera, for the people would rather stand and cheer me than the performers.”

We laugh.

The sun begins to set behind us.

“The price of doing what you believe in sometimes makes you popular or unpopular” he says.

As we ride our horses into a wood, I feel relaxed. I can smell the wonderful and refreshing scent of pine and wood. I hear the sound of the rustling of leaves and various songs of birds, particularly the kind we do not get in France, and I have grown to love. Shadows grow around us, but I am anything but afraid. I have George with me.

Washington’s PoV

We must have followed the path for about a quarter of a mile; at this point I can see the

clearing ahead, we will be camping hear tonight. The trees naturally form a circle with a nice sized clearing in the middle. We halt our horses and admire our surroundings.

“Mon dieu, cet endroit estmerveilleux” I hear him whisper. A shiver went down my spine; I absolutely love it when he speaks French, he knows what it does to me. He does it on purpose, I am sure.

We dismount our horses and begin to set up camp. It is a beautiful and pleasantly warm night, so we did not need a tent or anything of that sort. All we have is a couple blankets, pillows, and a light fire going.

I can remember the first time Lafayette and I showed our love, as I say; it was on a night very much like this. It was not long after we first meet. I was setting on a hill late at night looking up at the stars; he came up behind me and sat next to me. We had spoken about many things: war, glory, Howe, the King, General Lee, and if or not France will assist.

I do not remember how it led up to what happened that night, but it one of the most wonderful things I ever experienced. He’s lips were very soft, his body very warm. He was, and still is, a person I can confide in.

We now lay on our blankets next to each other. He leans his head against my soldier. I sigh softly. I don’t want this to end.

Lafayette’s PoV

I nuzzle his chest, which makes him chuckle. We are both in a sentimental mood. We gaze up at the stars, just like we have done on many occasions before. I rarely feel so happy. His arms wrap around my hips and a warm feeling comes up in my chest.

“Do you love me?” he asks.

“Oui, Je t'aime. Very much.”

He smiled. I know perfectly well know that he loves it when I speak that way. He leans in and kisses me. We do not move for several minuets. His hands reach up and he slowly unbuttons my shirt.

“It’s hot” he murmurs into my mouth.

I too begin to unbutton Washington’s jacket, but a bit more quickly.

“Slow down. Let’s take our time. Treasure this moment” he said.

“Tu me fait fou,” I reply.

Washington’s fingers stroke my bare stomach and other various body parts, our body’s merge into one, I become very weak as I gasp for air. I do not know if it is because the night is humid or because of our body heat, but it is exceedingly warm. Or maybe it is love.

Washington’s PoV

I let out a moan; I can not control my desires anymore. We do nasty things that I blush to think of, I especially hardly wish to say. We both grow tired as we slow down and fall into each others arms.

The stars shine and twinkle bright above us; just like Mozart had said in his rhyme, ‘like diamonds in the sky…’

We lay silently wrapped in each others arms. Lafayette closes his eyes, sighing, knowing only to well that this may be the last time we could be like this…

“My dear Marquis,” I whisper, “I want you to remember us. I fear that when I die-”

“No!” cried Lafayette. “I do not want to hear this! Not now! Please let’s just remember the good things...”

“Listen to me,” I interrupt, “we need to discuss this now before something should happen. You knew when we began that I was so much older than you. You need to stand for liberty and freedom for both our countries. Keep my memory alive and never forget me. Remember that I will always love you. My heart and sole is yours, as I know that yours is mine.”

Tears begin to run down his sweet face. I begin to feel terribly guilty.

“God I love you” he gasped. Lafayette wrapped his arms around me. “I’m glad were together now.”

I nodded. “I’m so sorry I’ve upset you. Let’s not think about bad things. When you leave this is what I want you to remember.” I leaned in and passionately kissed him.

He returned the favor and we began our business once again. We did not get much sleep that night.

Lafayette’s PoV

I am very tired by morning, but I could care less. We laid in each others arms as we watched the sunrise together.

I don’t want to leave. Why must I leave? Something in me is begging me to stay, and I wish with all my heart that I could. But I must go home. I hate war.

“Mon amour,” I sigh.

“Sweetheart,” he whispers into my hair; our wigs had been tossed onto the ground a long time ago.

After several hours of lying together, we knew we had to leave. We had nearly everything gathered up when he quickly grabbed me by the waist and kissed me passionately.

I let out a cry of surprise, followed by a moan. “You’re not making this easy for me,” I sighed softly.

“Remember this,” he whispers softly, his voice filled with sadness and longing, “remember me.”

“I will, I swear it.”

Washington’s PoV

We regretfully reach my home. Lafayette would stay long enough to eat breakfast with me and then he had to be on his way. Breakfast was only between the two of us, we didn’t want to be disturbed on our last day together.

Because we were alone, Lafayette slipped onto my lap and ate there. He leaned slightly into me and I held onto his thighs.

With a slight smile, he played with a strawberry between his fingers. I blushed when he indicated that I should take it. He gently slid it into my mouth and I ate it slowly, teasing him. As I finished, he gently kissed my lips, tasting me.

He lets out a moan of affection and slowly takes his time pulling away from me. We both think it ended too soon.

We slowly made our way to the front door and stood there for awhile.

“I truly love you,” he murmurs softly.

“I know,” I reply, smiling at him lovingly. “I as well love you, and I hope that you’ll be happy.”

He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t have too, it’s written on his face. His eye light up in a way that tells me that I make him happy, even by the mere thought of me. And I know that it is the same for me.

We share out last kiss; it’s bittersweet.

As he gives me one last glance, he smiles sadly.

He turns and leaves.

Goodbye my love, I whisper softly. Goodbye.

Lafayette’s PoV

My heart is breaking.

I know he loves me, and I hate to leave him. If only I could stay, if I had a little more time. If only…

I know we will never forget each other; our love shall stand the test of time. As I ride away on my stallion, I couldn’t help but smile. I felt his love, it is with me and it will always be with me.

Somehow I felt more relaxed, although I still felt unhappy about leaving. But I know he loves me, as I love him, and I’m glad for at least that much.

“Mon cher,” I whisper softly, “I will always love you. Always.”

Fin

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Translations:

Vous êtes très gentil, Lafayette – You are very gentile, Lafayette.

Mon dieu, cet endroit estmerveilleux – My goodness, this place is marvelous.

Oui, Je t'aime – Yes, I love you.

Tu me fait fou – Your making me crazy for you.

Mon amour – My love.

Mon cher – My cherished one.