Burr has a wonderful dream, that he is laying on the grass in upstate New York and it is spring. The wind is blowing, and Hamilton is laying above him, dipping strawberries into Burr's mouth for him to bite, sharing kisses.

But he is not only feeding Burr , for they are knotted together, and at intervals he rocks into that body, strokes over him, until Burr clenches down, cries out his climax. An excess then, from Hamilton, who fills and fills and fills Burr, until his stomach is swollen, and liquid is effusing through his skin.

He wakes up slowly from that, feeling wetness, and stickiness, and dry, uncomfortable something. Stickying his thighs together, and stuck uncomfortably within him. He thinks he might have a rash, shifts and finds he is laying in it two, for as much as he is constricted, Hamilton above him.

He shoves at the mass--pressure in his chest telling him Theo is overdue for a feeding.

"Alexander," as he begins to wake, trying to pull skin free and hissing at the uncomfortable pull. "What exactly did you do?"