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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
- 10
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11
Someone burst through the door and Martin jumped out of his skin, making a little noise of surprise, dropping the paper that he was holding, half-expecting the police or someone else to be standing in front of him as he shot around at the sound. But when he saw the big bright dark eyes, and the wide smile on the face of the man he loved, he opened his arms wide. The man ran up to him at great speed, taking him in his arms and held him so tightly he thought he would squeeze all the air out of him.

“Oh God Mart, I have missed you so much!” He mumbled into his shoulder, deeply inhaling the man’s scent, his eyes squeezed together rocking his lover slightly in the tight embrace, clinging on to him for dear life. He pulled away to arms length, still clutching on to him and searched his face.
“Are you alright, are you hurt?” He asked in concern, but Martin just chuckled.
“I am fine Dave, just fine.” He let his fingers stroke his forearms.
“You- what was this entanglement with the police?”
“Oh?” Martin averted his eyes and looked at the floor. He felt Dave’s long fingers on his skin, tilting his chin up to meet the big beautiful almond eyes.
“It’s a long story.” He finally muttered as Dave’s eyes searched for an answer.
Slowly Martin moved away and sat down hard on the chair, trying to figure out how to tell his lover he was on the run.
“I don’t really know what happened Dave. We were on our way to drop some stuff off.” He paused and looked up again, those eyes still staring hard at him. “We got caught up with some tramps in some dodgy backstreet and…”
“…Wait! The fuck were you doing in slumming city Mart? You know we never ever go near them.”
“Andy, he…”
“…Yes Andy.” He slapped his thigh and straightened up quickly. “I have a fair few things to say to our friend Andrew Fletcher.” He growled, making Martin freeze as he thought he had found out what they had done, but Dave continued with his rant “Did you know that piece of shit was working for the man I just had a meeting with? Months- and he didn’t even have the decency to tell us.”
   Martin dropped his eyes again and folded his lips in a thin line then licked his lips.
“Fuck Mart, I mean what else has that bastard been hiding from us?” He stood up quickly and balled his fists, turning around so his back was to the blonde man, who quickly snatched the note still on the table and crumpled it up in his hand, swallowing hard.
“I’m sorry Dave, I’m sure he meant to, or he had a reason.” Dave then shot a look at him.
“Did you know?” He asked pointedly.
“N-no I didn’t.” He recoiled “I swear.” He stood and walked over to Dave, rubbing his shoulders to ease his tight muscles. “Dave, I had a strange feeling something wasn’t right when we did the drop, or didn’t.”
Dave shrugged him off and turned around, again an expression of wanting an explanation filled his face.
“Someone came after us, he was shooting at us, and we got away-” He sighed as he felt Dave’s seething breaths as his nostrils flared.
“Who?!”
“We don’t know. We didn’t see them clearly.”
“Oh Jesus”
Martin chuckled, it was apt for how he had saved the girl and baby, but being a hero for the day was the least of his thoughts as Dave looked like he was going to explode with rage.
“Who was the person you had to do the drop for?” Dave asked quickly.
“Mc- gif- Err?”
“Mcgiffen?”
“Yeah that’s him.” He shrieked but Dave dropped his head and rubbed the bride of his nose.
“Why, what’s up?” Martin asked slowly, trying to see Dave’s face under the long black locks.
“You know who that man is?”
“No.” Martin smiled innocently. “He’s-” Stopping mid-speech, a knock bought his attention to the door.
“Red.” The man called from behind it.
Dave turned away forgetting the conversation he was having with Mart for now, as another was about to begin. He was going to demand to know what Andy was playing at. He swung open the door, catching the redhead by surprise, as he stood glaring down at him with his arms folded.
“Oh hi Dave, you’re back then?” He said unconcernedly.
“Yes I am. Do come in Andy.” He waved his arm to let him pass, an evil grin planted on his lips as he firmly shut the door after him.
Andy walked in casually with no knowledge of what Dave knew, and then without warning he was moving fast through the air roughly slamming into the wall. The other man’s fists grabbed his brown leather jacket, teeth showing like a snarling dog.
“Jesus Dave what did…?”
“Y-you lying fuck!” He barked, pulling him forward then shoving him back again.
“What did I do?” Andy tried not to look at Martin who was biting his lip with a worried stare, frightened to death that he’d told them they’d fucked.
“You have been working with him for months and you never thought to tell us?! Some fucking friend Red!” Dave spat out making a point of calling him by his code name and not as someone they would consider a friend.
Andy breathed out in relief. “I was going to tell you Dave, I swear.”
He was pushed back again, “When? Tomorrow, next fucking Month, year…?”
“…I was, as soon as I knew what he was asking of you.”
“As if you didn’t know! He knew about the little run in with the police, the stash of coke we have here, and mine and Martin’s sex life practically.”
“Hey, that was a bit over-exaggerated.”
“Don’t you dare come here and tell me I’m exaggerating Fletcher!”
“How did he know about the law?” The little voice piped up from the corner, Martin was now walking over.
“Well, he asked you a question Andy?” Dave grabbed him again, eyes burning dark with anger.
“I don’t know, I really don’t!”
“BOLLOCKS!” He shouted, now slamming him repeatedly against the wall.
“Dave, stop it!” Martin cried, disturbed by the violence.
“Why McGiffen Andy? Why him? Do you have any idea who you are dealing with?!” The penny dropped as he stopped thrashing him about and looked up in realization. He dropped the man who rubbed himself where he was hurt, and Dave turned away, pacing across the room.
Andy and Martin exchanged worried looks.
Alan’s words were still fresh in his mind, that Martin was safe for now, and that he had sorted something so Dave could get rid of the goods before the law got a sniff of what they had. He turned to Andy who flinched, scared that he was going to get attacked again, or even get a painful blow from his angry fist.
“Sit down and tell me everything that happened yesterday.” He ordered, pointing to the sofa.
Andy looked at Martin but he dropped his head and turned his back on him.
“And you.” Dave directed at Martin, who turned around and started to slowly walk to the lounge area.
Once they were all sitting Andy went to open his mouth, but was stopped by Dave holding his hand over his face. He asked Martin to speak first.
He listened closely, without interruption, to what they had to say, and when they were done he bent down, leaning his forehead on his arms and sighing deeply.
“We’ve got to shift the entire stock.” He breathed.
“You still haven’t told us about this man that could have been shooting at Martin.” Andy said bravely as Dave frowned at him.
“McGiffen, he is a bounty hunter.”
“No shit!” Both men said together.
“And you dropped the gear over Eddy Brown’s right?”
“Yeah, but not all of it”
“I still think they have us mixed up with someone else, like that bloke that shot Frank?” Martin said, again opening his mouth without thinking.
“No Martin, he would be protected if it was this bounty hunter. The only thing I can think of is they were after you. The bounty hunter was steering you towards getting arrested if he was unsuccessful, making sure you were caught in possession, red handed.”
“We were set up?!” Martin shrieked, wide eyed.
“Yes Martin, it looks probable.”
“But who the hell would do that? Who have we got on the wrong side of?”
Both men looked accusingly at Andy, who shrank low in his seat.
“Hey wait, no I-”
“How then? Were they been tipped off, hmm?”
   “Look I had no idea that this McGiffen was the same bloody man did I-”
“You stupid or something?”
“Funny, they never chased you...” Martin said randomly, but he was ignored.
“No, but it is your job to check this out! To make sure everything is safe, but no! Seems you have fucked up yet again!”
“I’m sorry-”
“NO ANDY, THIS IS TWICE TOO MANY!” Dave shot up from the couch and walked from the front door to the lounge and back again, running his hands through his hair.
“I’m sorry.” Andy whimpered.
“You almost got Martin shot, how the hell am I supposed to trust you with his care again?” His eyes watered at the thought of his lover getting hurt -or killed -for the second time.
Andy dropped his head, and sniffed loudly. “I’m sorry Dave, I will never, never be incompetent again.”
“DAMN FUCKIN RIGHT YOU WON’T!” He spun around and moved quickly to the man in the chair, pointing his finger at him in a threatening manner. He balled his fist, ready to hit him, but instead punched the air and slammed it against the closed door that led to the bedrooms and bathroom. He leant on it, palms pressing, his head low, shaking hard.
“Dave?” Martin called, rushing over and wrapping his arms around him, caressing him and holding him tenderly.
“I think you had better leave Andy.” He said gloomily, still embracing his lover.
Doing what he was told he looked back at the two as he opened the door. “Thanks Martin.” He said harshly, before shutting it after him.
‘Why would they want him out of the way?’ Dave asked himself, feeling the small hands on him and reaching down to hold them tightly.
“Come on.” He said as he turned around slowly, still grasping the hands with his. “Let’s spend the day just lazing in bed yeah? Forget the world and the worries for a few hours, just me and you.”
Martin smiled and nodded, letting Dave lead him to their room.
The smell of fresh, clean bedding filled his nostrils as he laid his head on the pillow. Martin had made a special effort to get the flat clean and tidy for when he returned. Of course that wasn’t the only reason; he also had to get rid of all signs of debauchery from the night before. The guilt rose in his stomach as Dave lay down next to him, on the very bed he had had sex with Andy in the night before.
Right now, he felt nothing but regret as he was disgusted by his so-called friends lies, and his way of pointing the finger like he was trying to wriggle out of something.
    But as Dave had said, it was time to just let things float by for the time being, and he settled down with his nose nesting in the crook of Dave’s neck, arm firmly wrapped around him. He breathed in his lover’s familiar fragrance, and contently closed his eyes.
“Dave?” He whispered, feeling his urges stirring. “Make love to me.”
“If you are sure love, I don’t-”
“I want to.” Martin looked up to gaze lovingly into his eyes, clarifying that he was sure, and in a way, to make up for what he had done. Maybe then the shame would disappear.
Dave hesitantly moved his hands, running one over his arms and shoulders, the lusty green irises gazing back almost lazily. Gently his fingertips brushed his cheek, with a single stroke, the uncertainty still visible in the dark mans face, but Martin closed his eyes and leaned into his touch, encouraging him to keep going.
He continued mapping his features, taking in every detail of his beauty. He had missed him so much. The softer touch intervened as Martin held on to his hand and stopped him, his eyes hooded, the look of pleasure overtaking him with a small gasp. Dave had longed for this, but he hadn’t been able to bring himself to touch him after what that monster had done to him.
Martin had already given in, rolling on top of him and kissing him passionately. Dave snapped open his eyes in utter amazement at how rampant he had become within a few short moments of tenderly being touched. His shirt ripped open with one forceful tug, a couple of buttons shooting off and landing on the plain marine blue covers, as the full lips ravished him.
The small hands crawled over every inch of his body, tiny licks brushing over his small peaks, raking his fingers through the sporadic hair that gathered each side of them, and in the middle of his chest drawing the tip of his tongue over the impressive tattoo of a phoenix.
Martin’s hips ground down, finding the hard length beneath the black denim gliding under him. He rubbed slowly, grinning as he heard Dave’s low groan, his body trembling as his nimble fingers snuck under his clothing to reach his heated skin. Crossing his arms and grabbing the hem of his T-shirt he pulled it off and threw it on the floor, guiding the tentative hands forward, coaxing them to touch him more, and gazing down into Dave’s eyes.
“It’s alright, you can touch me.” He whispered, and with that they needed no assistance to roam.
They stroked down and bumped over his ribs, the bruising barely visible now, but it was painful to Dave to have the knowledge that once they were a dark bluish purple, yellowed shade. It made his heart clench, but then his hands suddenly stopped seeing a fresh bruise on Martin’s hip.
Martin opened his eyes and wondered why he had stopped his pleasing touches. “What’s wrong?” He asked with saddened eyes.
“I- I can’t.”
“You can. It’s alright, I promise.” Martin took his own hands with his and linked their fingers, guiding them over his chest, down to his waist and hips, rocking gently.
    “Where did you get that?” Dave asked, circling his finger gingerly over the new wound.
“Oh I knocked it on that pointed worktop by the door.” Martin giggled nervously as he lied. He didn’t want to worry or anger him more by telling the truth -that he had gotten a vicious kick from the now deceased hobo. “I told you someone would hurt themselves if you didn’t mend it.”
“Argh stop nagging Mart.” Dave grinned playfully, but in his mind he knew Martin was lying to him. He could tell by the way his eyes flickered downwards. “Come here” He uttered, pulling Mart by his arms to kiss his sweet lips once more. His fingers tangled through damp conditioned curls, soft and bouncy to the touch.
The blonde man now moved downwards over the man’s trembling stomach as he giggled under the ticklish hair, stopping at the waistline and gingerly unzipping him. Dave gasped and moaned as his hard cock was pulled from the tight confines of his jeans and underwear, quickly being enveloped with a hot wet sensation.
“Oh- oh Mart, god that feels so good.” He groaned, stroking the golden ringlets as he sucked him tenderly. He watched as the pouting lips closed around his length, his cock disappearing as Martin took him in fully and pulled back again, the stiff length now glistening with the man’s saliva.
“Oh-h.” He tilted his head back and closed his eyes. “You are always so good at that.” He mumbled into the pillow. He felt the lips stretch into a sneaky smile, and then continue to pump, now a little faster, causing his lover to grip the mattress and buck his hips.
Martin’s tongue swirled over the head, collecting the sweet juices of his pre-cum, humming as the flavour hit his taste buds, savouring it.
“Mart, I’m gonna…” Dave held his head and pulled him up, meeting the green watery eyes which were full of desire and lust.
Martin knelt and Dave shifted closer so his body was propped on his. Kissing him softly and undoing his trousers, he slipped them down past his thighs, followed quickly by his shorts. He pulled away and looked deeply into his eyes. “Are you sure Mart?”
   Martin nodded faintly and reached down to fully remove the garments from his legs. Their full, hard erections crushed together as Dave palmed them both, blonde curls now tickling his neck as Martin leant his chin on his shoulder, whimpering and moaning into his ear, nails clawing another massive tattoo that covered his back.
“Fuck me Dave,” He murmured between gasping breaths.
Dave stopped and moved to look at him, still feeling unsure as to whether he could do it. But Mart would not give in, pushing the man gently back and straddling him so he didn’t have a choice. He lifted up and let his bottom down, the hard, slick length sliding in easily as he gasped and moaned. He took him in fully, and started to bounce. The two figures entwined together, the loud cries filling the room, the only discernible words being utters of names cried out in heightened pleasure.
Martin rode his man hard, Dave’s fingers gripping the handles of his hip bone to steady and control him. “Ah- Mart!” He bit his lip and cried, close to cumming. He gripped the other mans hard-on tightly in his fist and proceeded to get him off at the same time as he did.
With a short inhaled breath and a low elongated growl, Martin jerked, eyes squeezed tightly shut, his mouth forming an ‘O’ as he called out in climax, spilling his seed over Dave’s shaking hand.
He sped up and bore down, feeling the hot rush of Dave’s seed as he came with a loud cry. A double chorus of moans of climax filled the room and then quietened as they fell asleep, resting in each other’s arm, breaths steady as they slept safely. For now.
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