#nonconsensual

Because as far as Orion was concerned, Soren definitely assaulted him. 100%.

And as far as Soren was concerned, Orion invaded his sanctum sanctorum when he was in a drugged/vulnerable state.

And the shitty thing is... neither is wrong? Soren (unknowingly) absolutely forced himself on Orion. Orion definitely (accidently) came to where Soren was self-quarantining so he wouldn't hurt anyone while he was out of control.

We even see that, in an unaddled state, this is a concern about which Soren is hyper aware.

Furthermore, a similar lack of control washes over Orion at some point. And he comes on to Soren, dispite the latter saying No at first. And afterward Orion also has no memory of what happened.

Hence the overarching plot: Soren wants to kill the man who took advantage of him when he was mindless. Orion wants to hide from the man who assaulted him when he was helpless.

So, when you look at these perspectives side by side... With Soren having no memory of what happened apart from feeling violated, and Orion having a very clear and unmistakable memory of being violated... I just really hope that in season 2 they address how awful this all was.

It honestly reminds me of when Lupin didn't take his calming-potion and how dangerous but also mindless he became

EDIT:

We do see near the end of season 1 that Orion now knows that Soren has no memory of/had no control over what happened.

Head down, hood up.

Walk fast, don't stop.

Stay out of heavily guarded public areas.

Check the security cameras for each little movement.

Mind continuously running on the treadmill of fear.

Not fully switching off.

No relaxing.

Checking over the shoulder.

Data breach.

Laws ignored.

Privacy laid bare.

Concern for safety.

Worry for the future.

Oh I’m tragically horny for this though. Like it’s all very much consensual but for varying reasons rape is introduced as a play scenario.

Like I’ve really had a fun time playing with the idea of Dennis who has been taught all his life to stay chaste till marriage, and that being gay is wrong, gay sex is immoral. He doesn’t want to go to hell. So he justifies in his head that if he “doesn’t want it” and only says “no” out loud then it’s technically rape and doesn’t count against his immortal soul.

he makes u think u guys are best guy friends, drinking together doing guy stuff. then when u come over one night as normal he waits till ur sleeping to feel you up and jerk you off until you’re wet and when u wake up he covers your mouth.

It’s literally perfect. It’s so easy to get you wet enough to take his cock. Even with all the drink, if he’d wanted to get into your ass he ran a real risk of waking you up and having you kick and thrash before he could make any real progress. Sure, he’d just hold you down, he had the sleeper build to do it, but he wasn’t really in the mood for that.

So really it was a blessing that you had this lovely, slick cunt that practically drooled onto his wrist as he stroked your little dick. The first touch, your breath had caught and he had to pause to make sure you were still asleep. Once he’d been assured you weren’t waking up, he came to appreciate the way you’d gasp and whimper at his touch. He could almost pretend you were totally aware and enjoying yourself.

He’s wanted this for so long. He’s trying to savor it. The musky scent of you, the way your hips twitch up, your moans couched in snores. He gets so caught up in it that he leans forward and puts his mouth on you, desperate to taste you. For awhile he eats you out like a man starved, enjoying himself. Then he feels your thighs close around his head, you let out a weak sound before mumbling “Den?”

He looks up and sees your eyes cracked halfway open, red and hazy with confusion. Your limbs are still heavy with sleep. You look so cute. He pulls himself halfway up your body, balancing on arms that sit at either side of you. “Hey, you’re awake.” He whispers.

You let out a groan and look down at yourself, taking in the fact that your pants and underwear are down and you’re so wet, and his chin is glistening. Your brain slowly puts pieces together. “Den, what er you—?”

“I’m just making you feel good,” Dennis rushes to explain, already working his pants open. It’s now or never now that you’re awake.

“Den—stop I—“ his palm clasps over your mouth and he covers you in his weight while you struggle underneath him.

content details: Susie × Noelle × Kris, Noelle × Kris. Nonconsent. Soul-related mind control. Mild blood.

Can't take it anymore. Can't breathe around the copper on a bitten lip. Can't even begin to process what's happening—everything becomes a shape-sound-sensation that burrows into the subconscious like weeds in a flowerbed. Teeth become lips, and lips become a command.

♥ Proceed.