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Any innuendo is in the mind of the reader, I swear :)

Addicted

"Ianto!"

Ianto jumped, startled to have been caught staring. "Yes Jack..." he began warily.

"Whatcha doing?"

"Err..." Ianto glanced around his desk, trying to remember what he was meant to have been doing. His eyes alighted on four teetering piles of paper, and he groaned silently. "Paperwork."

"Then get on with it."

"Yes sir."

Jack retreated into a glass walled room and turned his back, so Ianto went back to his contemplation of the fine body before him.

TWTWTWTW

Completely irresistible. You're drawn to him: you know you shouldn't be, but you are. It's not just that damn smell; there's just something about him that makes you really want him – his whole being just eeks tastiness. He might be bad for you, but that won't stop you. No matter what he does, you'll always forgive him and go back for more.

He looks good too – that always helps.

Sometimes sweet, sometimes dark or bitter: always delicious. Your first taste gives you only a hint at what's under the shell, at the flavours that lie beneath.

When you have him for long enough you become accustomed to what he's like. Then WHAM! He's gone, and you realise how much you miss him, how much you love him. You wonder how this happened – how did you become so...addicted? Because that's what you are: no point denying it anymore.

But mam always told you addictions were bad, so you try to wean yourself off. You try so hard to resist – avoid walking past him, but you can always feel his presence. You make the mistake of looking at him, and he's staring at you from across the room, taunting you with his bright smile. You've forgotten what he tastes like, and that makes you sad. You want to be happy again, and he makes you feel so good...

So you bite his head off.

TWTWTWTW

Owen blinked, and took a strange looking pair of glasses off his face. He quickly decided that was the last time he would use the telepathy goggles – they were obviously broken.

TWTWTWTW

A hand on his shoulder made Ianto jump, breaking him out of his reverie.

"Ianto, what's going on?"

"Paperwork sir." Ianto momentarily forgot that his mouth was full and his speech came out unintelligible. He hastily removed the chocolate bar from his mouth and repeated himself.

"Ianto, you've been staring at that frog for ten minutes!"

"I was thinking."

"About a Freddo bar?"

Ianto looked down at the now headless creature in his hand. "They're very complex beings sir."

"I'm sure they are..." Bemused, yet satisfied, Jack turned away once more and headed over to where Owen was kneding his head.

Ianto watched his retreating back with interest, and then took another bite of his chocolate bar. He opened one of his draws to put the wrapper in, ignoring the five others that were already in there. There was no way he was addicted.

Still munching, Ianto looked up again to see Jack smile at Owen's complaints, ignoring the way that smile made him feel.

And suddenly, Ianto realised, that Jack was a bit like chocolate.

~Fin

I...umm...yeah. Idea gone frog-shaped.

Not sure it turned out how I wanted, so feedback would be great: concrit appreciated.