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Playing the Angel	By : RainWhitehart Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Depeche Mode Views: 1353 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Depeche Mode. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Playing the Angel
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Martin rushed around the corner and found himself in an alley. No, that wasn’t right, the slight blond man thought to him self with a small discontent noise. He turned around and backtracked a block until he came to the intersection. He looked up and down the street and in the distance could make out a sigh for the white owl pub. He reached in to the pocket of his long heavy black coat and pulled out a receipt with bad directions and the name of the place he was supposed to be at nine. He looked at his watch and seeing that it was already fifteen past nine, he picked up his pace even further and almost ran the short distance down the street.

He stopped only for a moment to catch his breath in front of the white wood door and dark brick building before pushing in out of the cold. The warmth hit him like a wall as he walked in the establishment. It was like any other pub, low light, wooden tables, some booths covered red leather upholstery against the wall and a stage that was now dark and empty aside from an old beat up piano. The bartender glanced at him fleetingly before returning to his cleaning and none of the few patrons paid him any mind, save one.

Martin jumped a little feeling the inhumanly ice blue eyes focused on him piercing through the dark room from a corner booth, it took him a moment for him to get over the fear of being spotted by someone, but when he did realize who it was he smiled.

As Martin made his was across the room his own smile faded as he saw the annoyed expression of the man waiting for him. He leaned back in to the soft leather with his wrists crossed over each other on the table next to a nearly empty glass of vodka and his long legs crossed ankle over knee. Whether it was the sharpness of his perfect features or the eerie glow of his eyes, that only the most observant of humans would have caught, he seamed an imposing shadow in the corner no matter how normal he tried to present himself. And right now he wasn’t at all concerned with that.

“I…” The small blond started weakly.

“You,” Alan interrupted. “are late. Again.” His expression was unread able and his voice even. He could have been incredibly cross or teasing, it was anyone’s guess. Martin looked down and away and the side of his mouth twitched in to a little frown.

“I always get lost down here.” He replied defensively, “You know I’m not used to traveling...” He looked at a loss for words then just gestured down at himself, “Like this.” The frown deepened making a little line between his eyebrows that Alan saw for just a moment before Martin looked away again.

Alan rolled his eyes and then with a sharp exhalation moved over in the booth to make room for Martin to sit next to him. The blond hesitated for no more then the blink of an eye then fell in next to Alan. Making no attempt at subtlety, he moved in close to him and pressed his thigh against Alan’s and leaned his head against his shoulder. He felt cold, but he always did these days, and Martin never minded before. It had been far too long since they had gotten to see each other and he wanted to be as close as he could. Alan’s arm went immediately around his small companion and pulled him closer still, he pressed a kiss down in to the soft pale blonde curls that toped Martins head. Nether said a word for a long time.

The two sitting next to each other where an striking contrast, even to a normal observer: Alan had a darkness about him that seemed more like a distortion of the air than anything to do with the smart black suit he wore or his dark brown hair; while Martin seemed to cast a strange soft light that didn’t actually illuminate anything but his own pale skin and curls.

“I wish we didn’t have to sneak around like this.” Alan could feel Martin curl up tighter against him after he finally spoke, he was sure that Martin wished as much as he that he hadn’t just brought it up again. Alan thought hard about what to say, not wanting to spoil the reunion so early on, and when he did look from the nothing he had been starring off into back to Martin he found him looking up at him with a small apologetic smile. Alan abandoned the speech he had just prepared in his mind and just bent down and kissed him softly on the lips. He went no farther then lightly running his tongue over sweet lightly cherry flavoured lips but when he pulled away Martins eyes stayed closed and his lips slightly parted.

“I know, but we don’t have a choice.” Martin opened his eyes to look at Alan and shook off the lingering effects of the kiss.

“You could come back. At least ask to.” Alan frowned at the suggestion and pulled away from the Martin as much as the limited space he had between him and the wall allowed him to. Martin starred straight at him, his look almost hopeful despite the bad reaction.

“I can’t just ask to come back, Martin.” he tried to keep the condensing edge that was creeping in to his voice down but it got harder to do every time they had this discussion. “For one they wouldn’t let me and even if some how I did manage to convince the right people to let me pay penance, after what I have done it would more then likely kill me.”

“You don’t know that for certain, Alan. They could… I could talk to some people.” Martin scrambled, Alan had never put it quite so bluntly before and now he felt like he had asked him to risk his life for a matter of convenience.

“Martin, I can’t come back, they made it painfully clear to me. This is what I am now.” There was no shame in this for him and almost a hint of pride that worried Martin, though he did nothing to express it. “If there was another way I could see you, I would, but I don’t think you’re willing to deal with the repercussions if they found out about us. It would be worse for you then me.” He laughed sharply and humourlessly. “At least I would get some sort of merit for corrupting one of the other team.” Martin blinked up at him.

“You would?” His innocent, surprised little question broke the tension and Alan smiled at his lover.

“Certainly, didn’t you know? The only reason I’m seeing you is because I am after a promotion down stairs.” Alan smirked and his eyes danced mirthfully, Martin laughed despite himself.

“Wanker.” Alan chuckled and kissed him again, this time pulling him in to a real kiss, arms wrapping awkwardly around Martin’s body in the tight space of the booth pulling him close, trying to get as much contact as he could. Martin melted against him happily and opened his mouth to the kiss, glad to surrender to the moment. They stayed in each other arms kissing and touching what little bits of skin that they could reach with out risking indecency. They could’ve been unseen to the people in the pub if they choose to be but the effort of that would have attracted attention from others that would be far more trouble to them then a few disapproving looks. Alan started pulling at the large buttons of Martin’s coat but Martin tensed up and pulled away from him nearly falling of the edge of the seat.

“No you can’t.” Alan gave the panicked blonde a confused look from across the distance he had put between them but then chuckled at the blonde who was now lightly blushing when he realized what was the mater. “It’s not funny, Alan!” Glared and pulled his coat tighter around him.

“You still can’t hide them can you?” An involuntary twitch from the slight bulge in the back of Martin’s coat was all the answer he needed. Alan smiled and scooted closer to him; he reached around and softly ran a hand down Martins back stroking the little soft wings he knew to be underneath the heavy black wool. “Come on,” he leaned in to whisper into Martin’s ear, “We are going to be off their radar for the night. Let’s go some where more private?” Martin nodded with a soft smile and stood up to leave. Alan joined him and put an arm around his waist, Martin pressed him self in close and they walked out of the pub and in to the near freezing night.

The pair made there way a few short blocks to a nice but small apartment building. Alan produced a key for the gate and a smile for the man in the lobby who eyed the two of them suspiciously but did nothing to stop them. In the lift Martin turned to Alan and, after a few moments of considering, decided not to ask how he got the key and what he assumed was a flat waiting for them on the forth floor. The silence grew mildly uncomfortable as Martin imagined the worst and Alan answered the thought.

“I rented it, fake name and papers. All untraceable and no one got hurt.” Martin looked up at him blankly before he realized what he had done.

“Alan, don’t do that.” Martin looked away and crossed his arms over his chest feeling suddenly vulnerable. Picking up on another’s thoughts was some thing that just happened from time to time but it was considered far from polite to answer to something someone else was only thinking.

“It’s not my fault, you think loudly.” Alan smiled and laughed a little as he pressed a hand to the small of his back. The lift doors opened, pausing the conversation, and they stepped into the hallway. Martin followed Alan quietly, trying not to think anything incriminating until the tall dark man stopped in front of one of the nearly identical numbered doors, Martin almost bumped into his back but he managed to stop just in time. Alan pulled the keys from his pocket and quickly unlocked the door and deadbolt, he turned and smiled before opening the door and holding it for Martin, who was caught between wondering if he was being made fun of and actually appreciating the gesture.

“It’s nothing grand.” Alan said as Martin final to a few steps into the flat. “Couldn’t be really, it would attract too much attention, but it should do.” Martin was only half listening to what the demon was saying, too distracted by the attractive little space decorated in blacks reds and grays –he was right, it wasn’t huge and, aside from a pair of large windows in the front room, it had no impressive architectural features but the place spoke some much to his lovers style and attention to detail that it was amazing to see. He thought to himself that if he where to stay here for a while that he could easily forget that they where anything other then lovers. “That’s the idea, love. Let them have the rest of the world this will be for us.” Martin didn’t even protest the intrusion this time an just smiled and repeated softly, “For us.”

Alan closed and locked the door and then walked back to Martin who stood in the front room looking seriously at a delicate metal sculpture of a beautiful female angel with wings stretched up and arms wrapped around her bare body. Alan chuckled and Martin jumped, at the sound.

“Don’t be jealous, she means nothing to me.” Martin scoffed and was about to say some thing but Alan was pulling his heavy coat off and the feel of the weight coming of his wings was enough of a distraction that the words turned to nothing more then a pleased sigh. The little noise turned into a moan as Alan worked his fingers in to the soft white feathers kneading and stroking Martins wings until they started to tremble, causing loose bits of down to fall slowly on to the carpet, and the man himself began to shake as well.

“Alan I…” He struggled for a whole solid breath so he could get the words out, “I have to sit down or I’m going to fall down.” He finally managed with a little laugh.

“Lay down, I’m not done with you yet.” He ordered calmly gesturing to the near by sofa and Martin complied quickly not wanting him to stop for anything. He pulled his black tee-shirt off, needing a little help to get his wings though the neat tailored slits in the back, and lay out face down on a large, butter soft black leather sofa. Alan walked over and stared down, taking in the sigh of skin, warmth and light, for long enough that Martin turned up to see if anything was the mater. Alan blinked and his soft smile slid in to a grin as he softly scraped a fingernail from Martin’s neck, between his wings and down his spine to the waist of his trousers. He hooked the finger around the back most belt loop, tugged them down a good few inches and kissed the bare skin he revealed. Martin gasped and squirmed a little as Alan’s tongue darted out and licked a path up his back.

Placing a hand on ether side of Martins hips, Alan sat down straddling the little blonds arse. Martin moved his hips back up against him and Alan slowly pushed his hands up the sides of Martin’s body, feeling the whole of his slim form remembering every time he had touched him before. Martin stretched his arms up and crossed them under his head, which he tilted to the side, resting on his arms, so he could watch his lover out of the corner of his eye. Alan leaned down, feathers tickling his neck and the sides of his face as he did, and kissed between Martin’s wings. They twitched again in response and Alan laughed softly against his skin.

“You’re beautiful.” He stated in a way that sounded like more of an epiphany then a complement.

“That’s what you keep telling me.” Martin turned his head, burying it in his arms hiding the light blush across his cheeks. ‘That’s because it’s true.’ Martin caught from a stream of passing thoughts as Alan laughed silently to himself and worked his fingers back into the angel’s wings, playfully teasing the feathers and scraping his nails ever so lightly around the sensitive skin at the base where they connected to Martin’s back with little tuffs of tiny feathers. Martin sighed lost him self in the perfect touches, time stopped and there was only his lovers deft hands and the comforting weight of him on top of him

“Alan, please…” his quiet plea for more was mumbled against his arms, the pocket of air between the couch, his arms and his face had grown hot and humid from his heavy breath and he was getting a little light headed.

“What was that, love?” Alan asked with a smirk, having heard him perfectly well. Martin turned his head out of the little cocoon of his arms and the cool air brought his senses back a bit.

“I want,” there was a long pause as he struggled for the right words, “I want more. I want you.” He became more comfortable, feeling save as Alan softly stroked his back, and continued. “I missed you, a lot. Nothing’s the same without you.” He confessed softly and then turned his head back into his arms. Alan’s hand stilled for a moment, having gotten a far more serious answer then he expected, Martin wondered for a moment if he shouldn’t have said anything –after all he knew they saw each other when ever they got the change, but it wasn’t the same and it was a strain on the both of them. His stream of troubled thoughts suddenly ceased as Alan laid down on top of him, his chest pressing down on his back almost painfully, and wrapped his arms around Martin’s and took his hands, threading long strong fingers with little delicate ones. He placed a kiss into blond curls.

“I miss you too Martin, you know if I could do anything I would but…” His hand tightened around Martin’s and he squeezed Alan’s in return.

“I know, Alan. This is enough. It has to be, right?” He laughed but it came out bitter. Alan moved off Martin and the blond moved a side a little to make room for him to sit beside him. Alan wrapped his arms around Martin, and pulled him in to rest against his chest.

“Tonight is all we have for now until I don’t know when, let’s not waste it okay?” His voice was genuine and sympathetic. “We both knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but I would still rather this then letting you go.” He kissed the top of Martin’s head and he nodded slightly.

Martin tilted his head to the side and Alan kissed his way down his jaw and neck to bite softly at the juncture of neck and shoulder. Martin smiled trying to just let go of all his concerns and enjoy this. He sighed deeply as Alan licked across his collar bone and practically mewled as he kiss his way back up his neck and sucked lightly behind his ear. Alan pulled away and Martin whimpered and leaned towards him following the warm touch that had been so cruelly withdrawn.

“Come on love, there is a bed in here.” Alan stood and walked down the short hallway to the bedroom with Martin following only a few steps behind. Once inside Alan shrugged of his jacket and tossed in on to a near by desk. When Martin had come to stand beside him he pulled the blonde into his arms and walked him backwards towards the bed. He was barely phased when the backs of his knees his the edge of the king sized bed and he lay back against the dark grey duvet with no more they a gentle push to the chest. Martin stared up at Alan as he started unbuttoning his shirt and soon watched it join the jacket on the desk, slim but well toned body and strong arms he remembered well where once again in front of him. Martin’s breath hitched a little and he began to unconsciously play with the blanket under his hands as Alan tugged off his belt, undid his trousers and left them on the floor as he stepped out of them and his shoes and socks before crawling on top of Martin, who lay staring unwaveringly from the demons naked body and dieing with anticipation on his bed.

Holding himself up over Martin with his right arm, he ran his left hand across his cheek and up in to his hair, playing with the curls until Martin’s eyes slid closed and the giving them a playful little tug, making them snap open again in surprise. Alan softly stroked one of the wings extended out on the bed and Martin smiled up at him.

“I love you, Martin.” He said simply and honestly staring down into deep green eyes, Martin’s smile widened and his eye’s closed and opened again slowly as he felt his heart swell in his chest. Martin stretched up, arching his back and placed a soft kiss on Alan’s lips.

“I love you too, Alan, more then anything.” He prayed against his lips and let him self sink back down on to the bed, falling from heaven.

Alan moved down his body and kissed his way down Martin’s stomach then pushed him self up to kneel between his legs on the bed as he worked the zip on his trousers. Martin drew his knees up and let Alan pull them down and off him. He left them to the side and looked Martin over: in the dark room he seemed to glow with his own light, he laid a hand flat on his stomach.

“I’m a shadow on you.” He said quietly to himself with an odd little smile, Martin looked up at him sadly about to say something to protest the cryptic statement but Alan bent down to kiss his hip bone and for the moment the little angel was left speechless. Martin squirmed and laughed before gently pulling away from Alan’s teasing mouth. He sat up and kissed Alan again, pulling them together until they where a tangle of naked limbs on the dark bed. He didn’t know what to say so he just kept kissing him and thinking about how much he loved him and how, no matter how he suffered being apart from him so often, it was worth it for this, he couldn’t find the words for it all but Alan would know. He always knew.

Alan pulled back and smiled at Martin; he stroked his hair and shushed him like a child. Martin struggled to keep the pleading look off his face, it was embarrassing, but he was desperate to know that Alan understood. He buried his face his Alan’s neck and breathed in the clean almost metallic sent of his cool skin.

“I understand love.” Martin nodded and Alan pulled him on to his lap. Martin could feel his erection pressing against his bum and started a little at the feeling, it had been a while and as Alan started slowly grinding against him the feeling all but drove any other thought’s from his mind. “I want you. I need you. You are mine and I love you.” Alan reassure in slow soft whispers against Martin’s ear as he pushed up in to him. “And I know you feel the same.” Martin gasped at the initial pain as he felt Alan’s cock fill him. He cringed a little, wrapped his arms around his neck and buried his head in Alan’s neck, biting lightly to muffle his cries. As Alan started to move faster the pain started turning into something more pleasant and then in to something wonderful as he placed his hands on Martin’s hips and help move the angel up and down in his lap.

Martin whimpered and moaned against Alan’s shoulder clinging to him desperately until he couldn’t stand it anymore. The strong steady pace Alan had set had him on the edge of orgasm for what felt like hours,

“I need more, I… please, Alan.” He pleaded looking like he was on the verge of tears. Alan smiled and moved them so that he was leading back braced against the wall, he gently pushed Martin back so he was sitting up straight in his lap and ran his hands up and down the sides of his body a few times then resting them on his hips.

“If you need more, take it love.” He punctuated it with a hard thrust of the hips that would have knocked Martin of balance if he hadn’t been holding him steady. Martin started rocking his hips back and forth moving Alan deep inside him, all the time guided by the demons strong arms. He made tight fist in the duvet and he started moving faster and twisting his body to hit amazing places inside him. Alan watched Martin, sweating and moaning as he road his cock as hard as he could, try to fight down the emanate orgasm.

“Come for me, angel.” He whispered and not long after Martin dipped his hips down hard, his back arced and his wings snapped out behind him throwing of a rain of loose feathers that filled the room and fell slowly back down to cover the bed as he came on to Alan’s stomach. The feeling of Martin tightening around him as he came send Alan over the edge and he moved his hips up hard in to Martin making him moan and fall forward to lay on Alan’s chest as the demon came inside him.

The two lay there for hours as the cool air chilled the sweat on their skin on the bed covered in feathers and cum. Alan held Martin tight to him, stroking his back and playing with his hair whispering that it would all be okay someday until the two of them fell asleep.

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The next morning Alan awoke early, as the sun was still edging it’s was into the sky. He sat up quietly and ran a hand over Martin’s shoulder as he slept. He kissed the top of one of the wings curled around him in sleep and then slid out of bed. He pulled his coat from the desk and pulled a thin black mobile out of it. He opened the message he knew would be waiting there.

“Where are you?” read the text on the screen, he frowned at it and responded.

“Where I shouldn’t be, where else?” He pulled on some clothes and poured himself some coffee; by the time he came back there was a response.

“If your done risking your neck over that little whore, you had best get back here. We do have work to do.” He closed the phone and set it down on the table with a long look back at the bedroom he promised himself that it wouldn’t be so long before he saw him again this time.

And he was gone, coffee left still steaming untouched on the table.
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