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!"
IV.
Sometimes Jack wondered how it had happened, how he had let it happen. It wasn't as if he hadn't been down this road before, half a dozen times. He should have known better, to turn the other way, walk out the door, and run as fast as he could. Drugs were not the answer, they never had been, never would be. Then again, he was pretty sure no one else in the entire universe died and came back to life on a regular basis, on top of running a secret organization that defended the earth from aliens. If he needed a vice, maybe he could be forgiven. It wasn't as if drugs would kill him—not for good, anyway. Not even the high-end alien dust he'd done in the Time Agency.
Besides, he never let it interfere with work. Well, maybe once or twice when he'd been too high to take an unexpected Weevil call, but usually he metabolized his hits so fast he was good to go faster than if he'd been mortal and had his stomach pumped. And death by overdose was always relatively quick, even if it left him craving peanut butter when he revived.
When he'd found Ianto shooting up one night after Lisa's death, of course he'd joined him. Jack had still been trying to figure out what the hell had gone wrong that night as well, and the thought of forgetting it all for a few hours sounded perfect. Ianto had scored some exceptionally good stuff, though, and Jack quickly found himself wanting more.
Which was how Ianto came to be his dealer, of a sort. Really, Ianto had a source—which Jack suspected was alien but didn't want to know and wasn't going to ask—and when Jack needed something, Ianto got it. He said it was part of his PA duties. Sometimes Jack asked, sometimes Ianto seemed to know exactly when he needed it and had it ready. If he usually bought some extra for himself and they got high together, all the better.
And maybe, just maybe, they would end up in bed together, because Jack knew it would be spectacular, high or not. He only hoped he remembered.