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The Consequences.

Scott couldn't resist. It wasn't even that he didn't want to resist; he couldn't have if he even tried.

Whatever the thing that had been in his drink, it was circling through his brain, making everywhere Oliver touched burn fiercely, his skin hyperactive to everywhere the Mexican's fingers traced. He shuddered.

Was it even Oliver kissing him?

He couldn't remember. It felt good though. Really good. It might have been his boyfriend, of course. Was it his boyfriend? Who... Who was his boyfriend? Who was Oliver? Was Oliver his boyfriend? Probably.

He thought he might have been pushed back onto the bed, but it might have just been that his whole body felt like it was swirling away. He couldn't feel his legs at all, but he didn't care. He just felt a desperate need for more. He wanted this, that was all he knew.

A deep, heavily-accented voice beside his ear now, but he couldn't hear what it was saying. Something flirty, something dirty...

The pins and needles continued now as he felt his shirt being pulled over his head. He couldn't feel his waist, but in this state, he didn't care what whoever-this-was did to him, as long as they did it fast.

He leaned his head back on the pillow, and everything started fading to black, swirling into a pool of nonsense.

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Oliver paused all of a sudden, realising he hadn't heard anything from Scott for a while now. Leaning up from where he'd been about to undo his pants, he realised Scott's eyes were rolled back in his head.

Oliver's eyes widened, "S...Scott?"

A stream of garbled nonsense left Scott's mouth, his eyes moved fitfully under their lids and he twitched slightly.

A frown of concern started on Oliver's forehead, "Scott, stop that.  You're acting like you're... like you're... d-drugged...- oh my gawd."

Oliver felt realisation cracking over his head like an egg, with cold yolk of horror dripping down his neck. Scott was drugged. If Scott was drugged, he didn't give consent. If he didn't give consent, Oliver was... was...

A choked sob left Oliver's mouth. What had he done?! Just because he was drunk and angry at the world, he thought he could do this to his best friend?

He'd thought this was what Scott wanted. How shallow. Scott was the only person he knew who treated him like an actual person, not just a sex toy. He'd just felt so much hate towards society, he'd thrown Scott in with them. And now...

Now...

The one thing nobody deserved to have happen to them. The one crime he swore he'd never commit. Oliver should have known better. Of all people, Oliver should have known better.

What was he going to say?! What was he going to do?! Scott had overdosed - whoever had slipped that date-rape drug into his drink had been very  generous with the amounts. Scott wouldn't remember a thing when he awoke, and he might be really sick. He needed to get help.

If he got help, he'd have to find Vincent.

If he found Vincent, he'd have to explain.

Oliver swore out loud. He didn't have enough English to explain the situation. He didn't even know the English word for 'date-rape'. How could he explain himself without just seeming like a rapist? The only thing was to say that Scott had forced himself on Ollie after taking the drug... But no. Never. That would be hiding behind Scott for his own mistakes. He wasn't that cowardly.

He leaned down, leaving a kiss on Scott's lips, "Lo siento mucho, así que lo siento. I'm so, so sorry. I'll go and get help, I promise."

It was too late. At that moment, the door to the room slammed open.