Arthur: I don't know, Douglas, there was that time in Trinidad when someone slipped you a funny drink and you got all grabby, and you spent the night wrestling with Skip in his hotel room. There was an awful lot of thumping. You were really shouty too, things like... what was it? "I'll get you"? No, it was, "I will have you." Yeah. "I will have you."
Douglas: ...What?
A: Though looking back on it, Skip said we shouldn't tell you because you might feel bad if you knew and it wasn't your fault anyway.
D: ... oh god.
TL:DR - Douglas got roofied (or similarly dosed with a spiked drink) months or years ago but remembers nothing and was never told what happened. During that night he may or may not have forced himself on Martin, who has never said a word about it.
NO established D/M of any sort at the start, happy ending preferred after a lot of angst on all sides.
that night (tw: drugged drink, secrets, noncon/dubcon)
Douglas: ...What?
A: Though looking back on it, Skip said we shouldn't tell you because you might feel bad if you knew and it wasn't your fault anyway.
D: ... oh god.
TL:DR - Douglas got roofied (or similarly dosed with a spiked drink) months or years ago but remembers nothing and was never told what happened. During that night he may or may not have forced himself on Martin, who has never said a word about it.
NO established D/M of any sort at the start, happy ending preferred after a lot of angst on all sides.
Fill: http://cabinpres-fic.dreamwidth.org/4207.html?thread=6414959&posted=1#cmt6541423