"Dax?" Chris asked, his voice a little tighter this time, while the stage below them dissolved into what looked like a man arguing aggressively with a spotlight.
"Mhm?"
"What you said earlier," Chris continued. "About inseminating. Because…" He hesitated, then rushed the words out, clearly unsettled. "I'm fairly sure my body would like to file a formal complaint, and I know you finished inside. Repeatedly."
"I did," Dax said calmly.
"But you told Sahir that you didn't," Chris pressed, making a vague, panicked gesture between them. "That."
Dax glanced at him and immediately caught the edge of real anxiety beneath the humor. His posture softened, voice lowering. "I may need to add biology lessons to your schedule," he said dryly. Then he paused, expression shifting into that possessiveness that promised blood. "No. That wouldn't be right. I'll explain."
Chris nodded far too quickly. "Please. Because I am seconds away from spiraling."
