Title: "Junkie" Pairing: Jensen Ackles/Misha Collins Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: Never happened. Summary: Jensen and Misha were golden. Notes: Written for Jo, for this ficlet prompt. By the time I realized I was just as addicted to the drugs as I was to Jensen, it was far too fucking late to do anything about it. And by then, I really didn't give a fuck. Nothing in my life meant more to me than the ride I was on, with Jensen as the perfect partner in crime. We were golden; fuck, we were more than that. We were untouchable. Radiating with youth and vitality and looks, riding the wave of popularity and talent and sheer kismet. We were a sure thing no matter where we went, what we did. Guaranteed to cause a scene at any party, fill the rooms at any club. Girls, guys, dealers, star-fuckers, movers, shakers – man, they all wanted a piece of our pie. And we took full advantage of everything on offer. We were drunk and greedy on success, on each other, wanted the world on a fucking platter, ours for the taking. We gorged ourselves on whatever we had, whatever was available – beer, wine, tequila, rum, weed, coke, speed, Percocet, Vicodin, opium, heroin, you name it. No high was too small. Nothing was off-limits. No drug was enough to slake our hunger – for each other, for the next high, the next thrill. From shotgunning in seedy bathrooms in clubs that ricocheted with straining vocals and clanging guitars, drowning in the sound and in the taste of pot, ripe with decay, mixed with Jensen's tongue – Just a taste, man, gotta taste you, fuck, you feel so To Jensen feeding me X tablets in slow, open-mouthed kisses as we fucked on whatever bed we'd happened to fall onto, fueling our hunger with round after incredible round of un-fucking-real sex – High's incredible, man, the sex is supposed to last for days, want that so much, want To licking white trails of cocaine off Jensen's hipbone with my tongue, his eyes slitted half shut with lust and power, perfectly sculpted body on display for my enjoyment, all mine to bite and take and own – Trust me, you'll love it, feel the rush, feel how hard I am for you All I wanted was what Jensen was offering, whatever it was. He was the biggest thrill of all. Making him sweat and scream and moan was better than the purest white (although it was always better when the sex had that hard, drug-fueled edge). It was easy to get used to the lifestyle. Used to Jensen's possessive touches, the kisses that never ended. Easy to think that this – the sex, the drugs, the rock & roll of it all – would last forever. If you enjoyed this fic, please leave feedback here. Thanks!