Author's Note:
This is a work of fiction, and not my usual. It is completely tongue-in-cheek, at least until the end. There are references to multiple addictions in these drabbles. Please heed the following tags: sex, drugs, gambling, dom/sub. No offense is meant and I hope none will be taken. I hope you will read it as it was meant to be read: with a laugh, a smile, a slightly uncomfortable frown, perhaps a sad sigh, and maybe an occasional "Awww!"
III.
"Ianto?" Jack called into the Hub. "Ianto!"
The Welshman appeared almost immediately at the door. "You hollered?"
Jack frowned. "I called, I didn't holler."
"Bellowed, perhaps?" Ianto suggested. "Thundered? Roared?"
Jack waved him off. "I requested your presence. I need some money."
"Of course," said Ianto, nodding with a hint of the smirk he'd worn when he'd first taken complete control of Jack's finances. Jack still wasn't sure how it had happened or why, but Ianto had been hiding better computer skills than any of them had suspected, and he'd somehow found each and every one of Jack's accounts, even the secret ones. And then he'd calmly informed Jack late one night that he'd stolen them all, assuring him that should he need any funds, he need simply ask.
Jack hating asking for what was his.
"How much, sir?" asked Ianto. Jack left his desk and stopped before Ianto, crowding him a bit, hoping to intimidate. He should have known it was pointless. They were beyond that now, with Ianto having gained way too much control of the situation between them, but he still had to try. Besides, he liked being close to Ianto; the man smelled good, and those sideburns…
"All of it?" Jack suggested coyly, leaning closer. He thought he saw a flicker of doubt, or perhaps something else, in Ianto's eyes.
"I'm afraid I can't do that," Ianto murmured. "How much do you need?"
"Enough for a high quality rentboy," Jack replied cheerfully as he stepped back, hoping it would elicit a response. It did. Ianto's head whipped up, his eyes so wide that Jack laughed. Which in turn infuriated Ianto even more; he pulled out his wallet, threw two fifty pound notes on the desk, and stormed out.
Jack picked up the money, wondering what he should do with it. See a movie, treat himself to a nice dinner, buy some new shirts? Maybe he'd head to Charles Street, troll the clubs, and find a willing body to lose himself in, like he'd told Ianto.
Only he didn't really want to, he'd only said it to try and get a reaction from Ianto. He hated having no control over his money and savored the small victories when it came to his finances, even if they were petty. He needed Ianto Jones as he was the only one who knew where the accounts were, but if Jack was honest with himself, he wanted Ianto Jones more than any amount of money.
He tucked the notes into his wallet and headed into the Hub. Ianto certainly hadn't been happy about Jack's rentboy comment, and still looked steamed, pounding away at his keyboard in apparent frustration. Jack grinned to himself as a thought occurred to him. Maybe if he asked nicely, Ianto would actually agree to have dinner with him.
He had the money, after all.