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Love is a drug	By : martinette77 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Depeche Mode Views: 4050 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is the works of fiction and do not claim to know the members of the band Depeche mode and I am not making profit from this story

Chapter List
- 1-Love is a drug
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
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Tossing and turning then plumping up the pillows Martin’s frustrated groan filled the room as he couldn’t sleep. The cold place beside empty as is lover was not with him tonight, he was miles away and he missed him so much. He wasn’t used to sleeping alone, in fact he couldn’t remember the last he slept on his own, Dave was always by his side.
It was dark eerie and scary, but Andy was only a few metres away and so he pulled off the covers and pattered his bare feet on the wood to the narrow corridor and stopped by the door.
“Andy,” He knocked lightly.
    There was no reply so he slowly opened the door, standing in the dark in just his silk black boxers.
“Andrew!” He whispered louder.
The sound of rustling caught his ears, then a long hiss as he breathed in through his nose.
“What’s up Mart?” He said sleepily.
“I don’t want to be alone tonight, sleep with me?”
Like music rang in his ears of Martin’s plea, he was so tempted that he could just shoot out of bed straight away and jump in with him, but he didn’t want to seem too eager.
“I’m only here Martin, you’re not alone”
“I know but, Dave’s not here and it feels cold without him next to me” He shivered and crossed his arms, the temperature had dropped tonight.
“Please! Just sleep” His voice sounded desperate, what could Andy do but grin widely, not able to be seen in the dark.
“Ok get into bed I’ll be there in a moment” The sound of sheets uncovered as he got out of bed now filled the room.
Martin walked back into his room, the moonlight illuminating through the curtains as his perfected formed silhouette dropped on the bed.
The bathroom door opened as Andy had finished using it, his heavy footsteps followed in and entered the room, his breathing a little heavy as he felt the body slip next to him.
Martin smiled in comfort, turning to face away letting a good safe distance between them.
He gave a little contented hum as he felt the breath on his neck. “Thanks” He whispered closing his eyes, yet he was still shivering and not only with the cold.
After a few moments Andy spoke, his voice clear as the silence filled the room, the bed was vibrating a little.
“You are shivering, Are you cold?”
“Yeah come closer if you like” a loud thud of his heart burst in his ears as he felt Martin shift back.
His cool back pressed against him, having to pull away his hips or Martin would be prodded by an unexpected erection.
Martin sighed again, but this was too much as Andy couldn’t control himself.
“Hold me” Martin murmured lightly.
That last boundary crumbled as he wrapped his arms around his torso; his own trembles uncontrollable and his full hard on engorge with touching his soft skin.
His fingers skittered over his chest, caressing him up and down side to side until he accidently found the hard peaks of his nipples and brushed them gently.
Martin‘s breath hitched, it felt good now he was hard, unable to deal with inevitable situation that both of them was horny as hell.
The short sharp intake of a gasp and Martin’s body writhed with the touch, showing him he was enjoying the fingertips embracing him.
Andy knew and smiled, trailing over the curves of his shoulder, side, waist and hip when Martin moaned a little his cock twitched.
The air was thick with the musky scent of two very hot men. Martin rolled on his back, the face close as the warm breeze brushed his.
As he pulled the man’s head to lower, he briefly and raggedly brushed his lips with his, causing Andy to let out a low moan and part his with an effortless coax.
Slowly and sensually he kissed his friend lightly, until he pushed him down in force and the fall flow of a snog engulfed him.
The two bodies moved, heaved as they kissed fiercely, Martin moaning as he swapped sides to take another angle, folding his lips fully over his.
In Andy’s surprise he swiftly mounted him, the slender Blonde’s body lay parallel to his, rubbing his hard aching cock under silk and cotton.
“Oh Mart” Andrew panted as his arms were wrenched over his head the nails raked down his triceps to his armpits. The slight man clearly passionate, and was ravishing Andy’s neck with impatience pecks, grinding their hard lengths together, snapping his head back and groaning loudly when Andy’s response was to buck his hips up to get more.
“Jesus Mart, you are so...Hmmmmmf you drive me crazy,” he growled and clawed his fingers down his spine, Mart arched and moaned again.
His wrists grasped in the small hands and pined down again, this made Andrew curious on whom in Dave’s and Mart’s sex play was actually on the receiving end.
As much as he liked Martin to fuck him, it was something that made him nervous.
The full blossomed lips found his shoulders and peck lightly again, he wished it wasn’t so dark as he wanted to see every pleasured expression on his face, to see his eyes squeezed tight and mouth open as he touched him and made the little horny man scream.
But he didn’t want to break the moment to turn on the lamp, and the body on top to move as he was enjoying finally having hm.
His hands moved over every inch of him, something he had wanted for so long.
Lower he delved and ran his palm under the shorts and squeezed his buttocks, pushing more of the damp material that was in the way.
In one movement Martin hoisted and removed the underwear, now his leaking head rubbed over Andy’s stomach leaving a wet trail as he moved. The swollen lips grazed his nipples, and then licked delicately; Andy uttered his name, feeling the heightened desire consume him.
He grinned and grabbed him, pushing him to the side and rolled on him, now he was in charge.
“Hmm, bet it’s you that get’s impaled?” He asked wanting to be delicate about asking who was the one who got fucked, sneaking it in as dirty play talk.
“Yes- yes, fuck me Andy” He struggled under the firm grip.
“Mmmmmm say that again”
“Fuc- ah- ah yes Fuck me Andy” He grunted, the tip of Andy’ pre- cumed soaked cock already prodding him.
The hand moved and now his fist closed around the soft curls pulling until Martin yelled.
“SAY IT AGAIN” he ordered.
“Ow…argh! fuck me” He whimpered as the force started to hurt, the other hand now hovered, stroked gently over his neck and then cupped his chin, the lips pressed hard, almost biting. It almost was a threatened strangulation; Martin was starting to feel a little anxious as the large palms lowered to his throat. But he liked it and Dave could never fulfil this.
He writhed and moaned, Andy’s cock pressing against his entrance.
   “Oh god I have waited so long for you to beg me to have you, touch you” His nipped his neck then took his small dark nipples in his mouth and sucked, licked then bite, his hands still grapping his throat, and hair, dangerously close to thrusting into him, hard and slow, making him beg for more as he fucked him endlessly.
“Like it rough do you?” He grinned hearing the tiny whimpers in the power of the restrain.
“Hmm that’s good, yes you’re a hot piece Martin, and I have been dying to fuck your pretty li’ ass.”
“Those words shot through him it was a horrible recollection spoken before, but then he cried out as Andy grabbed his thighs and pulled to split open his legs, shoving hard and slid into him roughly.
The Blonde man now screamed out, gripping Andy’s shoulders as the redheaded man fucked him wildly.
He moved his hand and enclosed his fist around Martin’s shaft, rubbing hard and grunting with each push.
He twisted and pulled the headboard almost off the bed as he moaned, jolting up with in rhythm of Andy’s thrusts .
“Come for me Martin” He uttered in his ear breathlessly, “I want to hear, I want to touch you I want to fuck you until I cum in that pretty mouth.”
“TOUCH ME!” Martin then yelled.
It was more than he could take, growling more lower than he had been screaming in pleasure, his hot fluids spilled over the hand, shaking as Andy made him come.
“Mmmm” Andy rumbled in his throat, pulling out of him then straddling his chest, poking is cock between Martin’s lips.
“Suck me off” He demanded pushing the lips apart with the thrusts, then the hot moist mouth took him all, down to his throat.
   He pushed in more, Martin was almost gagging, muffled cries and tears rolled down the sides, then his mouth filled with hot thick cum as Andy tilted back his head and roared in climax.

A quiet moment had passed, throwing the covers back over them panting still, the smell of sweaty bodies and cum thick in the room.
‘What have we done?’ Andy Thought as he stroked the curls softly that tickled his chest as Martin resting on him.
Martin read is mind “Dave shall never know about this ok?” He uttered lazily.
Andy nodded as he caressed his shoulder; he was sleeping now, sighing and smiling at him, protecting him in his arms, lightly kissing his cheek before closing his own eyes.

Dave went up to the room, looking at his watch that told him it only was past 9pm, he was weary, and needed to call Martin and Andy and demand what the hell had happened.
When he had a moment in the guest suit he dialled the home phone number, but it was engaged. This raised his fears more, or maybe it just could be Martin had just hadn’t put it on the hook properly.
He then began to speed dial Andy, nothing just voice mail, then Martin, again voice mail. He grumbled that Martin always forgets to charge up his phone, nagging at him endlessly about it most of the time. He sighed deeply and dropped on the bed, dialling Martin again.
“Mart it’s me, charge your bloody phone or turn it on will ya! Look it’s urgent. Listen what is this about the police? Andy! Has he told you anything about Mr Wilder? Call me back love I miss the sound of your voice, please!” His last words became soft and loving.
“I love you Mart, I hope you are ok” He then hung up and laid back, scrubbing his face with his hands. He had no other way out, and feared he was already in a police cell.

In his office Wilder had a chance to catch up on his calls.
He received a few and one that he needed to deal with urgently, picking up the phone and called back who he needed to talk to. As he answered the loud music and cheers boomed in his ears, he frowned and took the ear peace away. “Shut that fucking Door!” He barked.
“Sorry Boss” The man on the other side apologized, shutting the door to block out the noise.

“Have you sorted out what you will have to do? You make sure he is alone, I have instructed so, so it doesn’t look suspicious.” His tone was sharp and firm.
“All plans going ahead Boss, we are going to wait until he has left the building, maybe wait a while then I will send my men in.”
     “Good, bring him here in one peace, I know you can get a little carried away at times, so just knock him out yes?”
“Yes Boss” He sounded disappointed. “But what if the Law has gotten to him already?”
“I have sorted that out, made a call leading them off the scent; they will be raiding a building in Islington by now” He smiled.
“Wouldn’t it be easy just to waste him?” He couldn’t resist his evil intentions. “We could just shoot him, quick easy and done!”
“NO! It has failed before, and caused uproar with the police. I have already negotiated with them by tipping off Brown!” He lifted up the glass and brushed it against his lips.

“Sure Boss, plans is in check”
“Good, I will call and signal when the time is right it may need a little time, if he has decided to comply then we will not need the trouble of kidnapping his associate.” He pressed end call and leaned back in the chair, all was going his way, as long as his employee doesn’t mess it up.

“What are we to do Boss? Are we carrying out Wilders Instructions?” The tall man stood by the desk as the man in authority practically threw down the phone.
“Fuck he thinks he is?” He spat jaw clenched in anger.
“I think it is better all round if I took care of him my way”
“What would that be?” the other man said who wasn’t the brightest crayon in the pack.
He glared at him. “Do him in, but I have an idea” He pointed upwards.
“If we can get Mcgiffen to do it then that pompous fuck, won’t suspect it was me, he already had instruction from the Boss to bring them there and kill.”
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                                  Narration
  Ok now time to explain a little from this story/
Mcgiffen was a notorious bounty hunter, he made sure that all the less cooperative or unpunctual clients that cross the Path of Mr Wilder, were seen to so to speak.
He seeks them out and hits them with a sniper gun. You know nothing of when you have been targeted, you hear nothing; and then you are stone cold dead with any one around left wondering were the gunman came from.
Recently he was instructed to carry out this call of duty, but failing, something he never did, until there was an obstacle, using his pistol was something he rarely did.
Wilder wriggled out of it as the police got involved, tipping them off about Eddy Brown, who had received a packaged on that very day!
Have you grasped it yet? Well more will tell throughout this story.



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The morning sun like a warships flood light gleamed through the gap in the curtains.
Martin turned and reached out his arm, the other covering his eyes from the glare, seeking the body that was next to him throughout the night.
But as he opened his eyes he saw an empty space.
‘Was that a dream?’ He asked himself rubbing his throbbing head; he knew that getting drunk wasn’t as the hangover kicked in well and truly.
He groaned and sat up, feeling bare he looked down, yes he was naked! But did he and Andy..?
“Shit” He cursed, taking in the familiar scent from his body and sheets that reeked of male fluids and Andy’s Hugo Boss cologne.
   He shot up and furiously started to strip the bed, putting the pile in the laundry basket near the bed. ‘Dave would never know.’ he kept saying to himself. ‘Or I could say I spilt a drink over the covers, yes that’s a good one!’
He sighed deeply then frowned, finding his shorts and slipping them over his hips, then heading to see where the man in question had gone.
“Andy?!” He called as he found the entire flat empty and quiet; if Andy was here there was no doubts he would be frying breakfast.
He padded on tiptoe where the floor was cold on his feet, to the table where he found a note, picking it up he read it out loud.
Mart
I’m sorry I have to dash off, I need to sort the accounts for the restaurant and Sarah is off sick.
I promise I will be back as soon as I can. I have brewed some coffee for you as I know how you like my coffee
Andy
Ps
Was a great night!

“Great” He huffed, throwing down the paper feeling totally lost now.
Looking over he saw the pot and one single cup, smiling and shaking his head as he poured himself the hot drink.

Dave woke up a little disorientated on where the hell he was, patting the side of his bed where he had missed his man, aching to see him, touch him and kiss him again.
Reaching for his phone that he had left on all night in the event his friends would get in contact, He started at the blank screen, sighing deeply and got up dressing before he wondered down to breakfast as Alan told him before he retired.
He sat at the table, coffee, tea, juice croissants and toast, a section of jams and marmalades laid on a massive silver tray. To be honest Dave wasn’t at all that hungry, feeling a little distressed at this whole thing, his stomach knotted his heart ached, and mood very low.
Alan came into the room, fresh in a new suit jacket and now black trousers and a smart white shirt.
“Good Morning I trust you slept well” He grinned seating down and pouring out the cup of black coffee.
“Not really” Dave’s eyes felt heavy as he spend most of the night thinking, tossing and turning, feeling something was terribly wrong with this whole thing.
“I didn’t want you to loose sleep over this” He looked in sympathy and genuinely, surprising in a good mood as his tone was a lot friendlier.
“Well it did” Dave’s on the other hand was the complete opposite.
“Oh, well you needn’t worry about Martin, he is ok” He looked up “For now!”
“I took the liberty to take the weight off you and give you a little more time to think, see how you feel, and in the mean time get a chance to shift the goods yourself” He crossed his fingers and lent his chin on his hands.
“Thank you Alan” Dave now smiled, feeling guilty for his grumpiness and slightly relived as he had been banging his head against the wall in worry all night.
    “Pleasure. Now I have asked Mr Kendall to take to back to London after breakfast, least I can do for making your driver wait so long before sending him back. Don’t worry he was paid generously for his time. I will call you in say- a fortnight ok?”
“That’s fine by me” He grinned knowing he will soon return to his lover in a few hours and catch up with all that has been going on, and also give Andy a piece of his mind.
He now found his appetite and tucked into the breakfast, mind at ease, knowing there was no pressure and he would decline his offer as he had time to sort out his problem with the stash, after a very close call. Maybe leave a little wiser and tread carefully in future.
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