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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
- 11
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The next few days were spent busily removing the contraband from their flat. Both men were on edge, twitching at every sound. They were paranoid that they were going to get raided at any moment, but Alan had said they were ok for the time being, and Dave believed him. He had given Dave two weeks to think about his offer, but he’d already decided on his answer. No.
In that time they played it safe, getting rid of their stock until things died down. They had money still in their pockets to get them by for the moment, and just in case, they took on a few extra shifts at the Millers Arms.
Andy stayed at a distance after the argument they’d had, just calling with information about who wanted what gear and where, and of course, he came with them to the drops, but other than that he stayed back, keeping things just purely business.
Stopping off at the shop, Dave wanted to grab some cigarettes, leaving the two alone in the car whilst he got some, asking if they needed anything while he was there.
“Grab me a bottle of Pepsi, please.” Martin asked politely.
“Red?” Dave asked the tall man sitting in the driver’s seat, almost scowling as he still was fuming with him.
“Na, I’m alright, cheers.” Andy barely looked at him.
“Won’t be a tic, I’m I sure I can trust you two?” He narrowed his eyes at the redhead, who blushed.
“Of course, what mischief can we get up to in a car?” Martin replied. Dave made a sound of uncertainty as he closed the car door.
Once he had disappeared through the sliding doors Andy cleared his throat to speak.
“You ain’t told him then?” He said from the side of his mouth.
“Of course I haven’t, what do you take me for?” He growled lowly.
“Pretty sure you didn’t do it to spite him then?”
“No. Look what we did was a mistake, a bloody stupid mistake.”
“Thanks a lot, and here’s me thinking you cared.”
“I do! It’s just difficult. What do you reckon he’d do if he knew huh? You saw how angry he was when he got back about our wrangle with the cops. He’ll break your neck.”
“Takes two to tango Mart” Andy said brashly “And if I wasn’t mistaken, you took the lead.”
Martin sighed and leaned back against the backseat. “I’m sorry if I led you on, it was just, I was…”
“Lonely? Yes I know and I was your substitute shag.”
“Don’t say it like that, Andy.”
He turned in the seat, the leather creaking as he twisted around to look at the blonde man. “I’m lonely Martin, and to me you were a damn good remedy. I do actually give a damn about you and it hurts me to know…” He trailed off, turning back to look through the windscreen, eyes following a young lady struggling with her screaming child across the road.
“What, that I’m with David and not you? I’ve seen how you look at me; how you gawp like you want to strip me where I stand. You were touching me more often, all the bloody time, and now you’ve had me, there! So now you can stop fantasizing.”
“You can be a real bastard sometimes.” Andy clicked disapprovingly. “You never used to be, what’s changed you?” hurt caught in his tone.
“I have to be, remember what you said? ‘Toughen up Martin, be a man’. Well I am now, after you got me raped and almost shot. It’s only thing I can do to close out the pain.”
Andy tapped on the steering wheel, looking to the direction of the Co-op. He had nothing more to say, but Martin was right. He had said that, and because of it he had grown harder, and probably more bitter too.
“I’m sorry.” He breathed, dropping his head. “I wish I could turn back time, I wish I’d never made you do that drop or got involve you with the bounty hunter.” He stopped, realizing what he had just said, and closed his eyes, inwardly kicking himself.
Lucky for him, Martin didn’t grasp anything. “No its ok, I’m sorry for being a prick.” He leaned forward between the front seats, trying to catch Andy’s eyes, staring until the blue ones locked with his. Andy was moving forward by instinct, his heart hammering in his chest as he captured the beautiful green orbs.
“Mart I…”
The door opened and Martin shot back. Andy coughed and started the engine as Dave slid into the car. He sat back, looking curiously at the two and handed Martin the bottle of pop, switching a glance between them as he slowly fastened his belt.
“What are you two plotting now?” He asked cynically.
“Nothing.” Martin jumped in.
“I was just apologizing for how I behaved.” Andy started. “I have been out of order and I still value our friendship.” He caught Dave’s glare. “I really don’t want us to fall out Dave, so please accept my apology and come to dinner at the restaurant tonight, on me. I’ll even throw in a bottle of our best champagne.”
“What you reckon Mart, you think he really means it?” Dave was almost teasing.
“Yeah, I forgive him.” He grinned, but Andy furrowed a brow at him through the mirror.
“Ok then we accept,” Dave smiled feeding a hand between the two front seats and receiving a firm handshake.
“Good.”
“But no more fuck ups you hear?”
“Sure, I cross my heart and hope to die.” Andy replied drily.
They hurried to Camden to drop off some gear to Kershaw, a trusted customer who had told them he would take some more off their hands to sell to his closest friends.
“Ah bookies,” Andy chimed as he stopped outside Baker Street.
“God no” Dave moaned, knowing he had a little gambling habit.
“Won’t be long” He grinned.
“Hey put mine and Mart’s birthday on the Irish lotto will ya!” He slotted him a fiver through the open window.
“Will do!”
“Oh that’s it we will have to set up camp now.” Dave joked, sparking up a fag and offering one to his boyfriend seeing a Horse race in the large screen through the window.
“Yep” Martin felt an arm wrap around him, pulling him close. It was nice that they were back to normal and having fantastic sex every night, or whenever they had a chance.
“So dinner tonight if he ever gets out of there?”
“Sounds nice” Martin kissed his cheek, sneaking his hands over Dave’s thigh, causing him to almost choke. He rubbed upwards, a kinky glint in his eye, finding Dave’s clad bulge and squeezing tightly. Dave hissed and dropped his head back, letting him touch more. Chucking the cigarette butt out of the window and taking Martin’s from his two fingers, he dragged it to the end and repeated the process. Now cupping his face between his hands he licked over his full lips. Martin moaned, rubbing harder, and letting his lips part to let Dave in and kiss him fully. Both men were fondling each other and practically fucking on the back seat of the car.
They were getting carried away with each other, hands raking over each other, passionate pants and moans filling the air, until a knock on the window startled them and they shot up, a little flushed.
“Oi, no fucking in my car” Andy bent down, a stern but light hearted look in his eyes.
“Sorry.” Martin smiled as he got into the driving seat, wiping his mouth.
“Better take you home if you can’t keep your hands off each other.” He started the engine and gazed into space for a moment, the memory of hearing Martin’s pleasured cries, his scent his body writhing under him, his pleas and moans as he came. He breathed out hard and fidgeted to control his now swollen cock.
He could smell him in the seat behind - on yet another stifling day his sweat mingled with his cologne, recapturing his aroma from that night he rammed him hard.
‘Oh god I really want you Mart, and I will...’ He grinned inwardly as he drove off.

A few more days passed and it was drawing near to the time when Dave would have to tell Alan that he had to decline his offer. And what was the deal with Martin? He had said, in a manner of speaking, that he was involved. Was he in with Andy too? He didn’t know so he wanted to call a meeting and talk about what was going on, and to finally tell the two what Wilder wanted. Martin had been asking but he had been avoiding the question, telling him that he was to call at the end of the week to get more details.
In the Kitchen Mart was busy that Saturday afternoon making his special lasagne that Dave loved. He liked it when Martin was enthusiastic about cooking, when he was in the mood he made the best lasagne ever. Andy had even asked if he could make some for the restaurant, but it was a little too much pressure for him as he only liked cooking in the comfort of his own home and for the man he loved.

Andy turned up with a bottle of wine and put it on the table as he walked in, inhaling the delicious aroma of the food and tapping Martin’s shoulder so he could look at what he was doing.
“You have to do this again.” He grinned, standing a little too close and causing Dave to clear his throat as he came in from having a shower, dressed in his white shirt and blue jeans.
“Hi Dave, brought some wine.” Andy pointed to the table.
“Great, though we have plenty.” he tied up his wet tangled hair and sat down.
Andy took three glasses from the cupboard and set them at the dining room table, uncorking the wine and pouring it out. He took one and brought it over to Martin, who smiled in thanks.
“For the chef” He said as he gazed into his eyes. Martin’s smiled dropped and he averted his.
“Here.” He handed one to Dave and finally took one for himself, sitting on the cream sofa and nodding his head to the music.
“Won’t be long” Martin called, almost burning his fingers on the dish as he took it out of the oven to check it. He then put the bowel of salad he was preparing and some bread on the table, already laid for dinner, and skipped back to the kitchen to clean up. Andy followed him out of the corner of his eye, studying his backside in the tight pair of black shorts.
“What you think?” Dave asked, bringing him back and almost stopping his heart as he thought he was rumbled.
“Huh?” He turned, seeing Dave was holding a CD case in his hands and waving it at him.
“Oh yeah, not bad” He pretended to sound interested, but really he hadn’t been listening at all.
“The White Stripes” Andy read off the cover.
“Yeah, heard them the other day on the radio, thought they were kinda catchy.”
Andy looked at the cover but flicked his eyes away again as the blonde man sat next to his boyfriend glass of red wine in his hand. His white vest top clung to his chest, showing every curve of his body, defining the muscles of his golden tanned arms and shoulders. “You’ve been working out?” He observed.
Martin grinned modestly “Maybe a little”
“So what’s this meeting about?” Andy changed the subject, putting the case to the side.
“Dinner first, ok?” Dave lightly stroked the curls next to him.
This could be difficult -Martin would probably flip out at the thought of him leaving him, but he wasn’t going to, he was certain of that, and the business was going ok. But what if Alan took it badly? What if he wouldn’t take no for an answer? He could still have the police raid them, and although they would now find nothing, they still were in danger of it happening in the future when they had their stock back. No, he had to approach Andy and see if he could take over the hiding of the stash.

They sat around the table and finished the meal, Andy as usual having his second large portion.
“This is just too good Mart.” He said with his mouth full.
Martin just sat with his hands under the table, looking innocent, and smiled. “Thanks, its nothing really, a simple dish.”
Dave was sitting deep in thought, trying to figure out a way of approaching this conversation.
“Ok guys, I think I should tell you what has been going on.” He suddenly said, placing his cutlery neatly together on the empty plate and wiping off the remaining crumbs from his bristles with a napkin.
The two other men raised their head in interest, staring at him, waiting.
“I expect you have been wondering why Mr Wilder asked to see me.” He started, rubbing his hands together nervously. “Well, he told me that our business could do a lot better and that we would be protected by the law or otherwise. A tempting offer I must say but…” He looked at Martin who was frowning. “He asked me to work with him.” He felt Martin’s eyes burn him again as he knew this would upset him.
“We work for him? I dunno Dave sounds…”
“…No Martin, just me.”
“No!” Martin squealed “What about Andy …err well me?”
“I already do Martin, that’s why I couldn’t tell you. He told me Dave was a great asset to the business, that he was a good man for the job.”
“Thanks a lot guys.” Martin sulked.
“Look I’m not going to take it love.” Dave stroked his arm. “He gave me two weeks and a chance to get rid of the gear as he knew the police were on to us. He said if I signed the contract he would shift it for us, but we managed it ourselves didn’t we, huh?”
“I still want to know how he knew all this.”
Dave looked at Andy accusingly.
“Hey, I never told anyone nothin, and anyway, Martin was with me the whole time so how could I have called without him seeing?”
“You were alone whilst I took a shower sorted the cars got food.” The small handsome man glared sternly at him.
“Jesus guys, do you not have faith in me at all?”
“No Andy, it’s all too fucking convenient that the same guy that requested the drugs was a bounty hunter. And that the cops got a tip off from someone, most likely McGiffen.” He stopped and frowned. “Who told Mcgiffen about us?” He brushed his whiskers, pondering to himself and trying to put the jigsaw together.
“Mr Wilder, Dave?” Martin guessed, seeming to be spot on as he knew all about the deal with the police.
“Why would he, unless he was trying to- Oh god!” He stood up with the deathly scrape of the chair and paced the room, turning to Martin who gazed back worriedly.
“That’s how he sorted it, that’s why he tipped someone else to the police, someone who had recently had possession of coke. Eddy Brown was a target, oh nice one Fletch why him?”
“Blackmail?” Martin whispered.
“Something like that, yeah.”
Andy sat quietly, a little too quietly. His pulse raced, his heart thundering in his head, face flushed almost crimson as he knew they were about unleash something, and if they did then he would dead.
“Why would he try to kill me, or Red -or get us locked up?” Martin looked up with fear in his eyes.
“He is sent to murder uncooperative dealers.” Andy then spoke up, rather coldly.
Martin’s breath hitched at this word, ‘Murder’.
“But he hasn’t done anything to anyone to get hunted Red, they only go for the ones who have crossed a superior or not paid their dues.” Dave was pointing and getting frustrated, his mind swirling with questions and possible links on who would want his lover out of the way. He didn’t have the heart to tell him what he had worked out, knowing he would be a complete wreck.
“How have we have crossed anyone to get us targeted huh?”
“Oh my god” Martin gasped, eyes wide and now starting to shake, his breaths ragged.
“What love?”
“Club... Cl-” He was hyperventilating now, his body trembling as he struggled to get his words out.
“What Martin?” Dave rubbed his back to calm him.
“Noir- Kermit ah -no” He couldn’t breath now and Dave rushed to get him some water, telling him to take slow breaths and empty his mind of the fears that had gripped him so hard as to cause this.
“How could he be involved? No, not by a long shot unless-”
Andy was cursing now; he had to do something to distract them from discovering anything more. He stood and moved towards the two men. Dave looked up as his red-faced friend towered over him.
Martin was breathing hard, like a frightened rabbit, trembling and staring at an invisible spot on the wall.
“Andy the truth? We want the truth right now!” Dave barked and stood up to the man over Five inches taller than himself.
“Ok you want the truth?” He clenched his jaw. “Martin didn’t we agree no more secrets, no more lies? Well I think we had better tell your boyfriend what we did.” He sniped with an evil glint in his eyes, something which they had never seen before, and actually found it quite unnerving.
“What ya mean?” Dave furrowed a brow, and Martin suddenly looked up, shaking his head. ‘No Andy don’t!’
“That we fucked!” His words spat out like venom and the room fell into a deadly silence.
Dave froze and shook his head. “You’re lying. Why would he ever want to even touch a repulsive, lying scumbag like you?”
“He was all over me, lonely cos you weren’t there when he needed you.”
“It was you that sent me to Wilder’s. You dragged him out to get this job done, you who almost got him killed. Was you that probably assisted his assault in some sick way, getting kicks out of it.”
“How could you say that Dave?”
“Because you -” He poked his chest hard. “-Are always near him, watching him, undressing him with your eyes. You, you think I hadn’t noticed, huh? You know what? If it is true then I bet you fucking did what that Kermit did to him.” He hissed through his teeth. “I bet you arranged that meeting just so you could have him to yourself.”
Andy raised his fist but Martin jumped up, blocking him by standing in front of the taller man and stared straight into Dave’s angry eyes. “It’s true.” He croaked and dropped his head “I’m sorry, I led him on, it’s entirely my fault.”

Dave’s mouth flapped without words. He shook his head slowly, and tears formed in his eyes.
“No, why, how could you?” He switched glances between the two men, turning around and heading for the door, grabbing his keys and phone off the side and shoving them into his back pocket.
“Dave wait, where are you going?” Martin ran after him only to be pushed away cruelly.
“Just... I need to clear my head. I can’t deal with this right now.” Dave waved his hands frantically.
“Please! I’m sorry!” Martin whined, grabbing his arm to pull him back, but again Dave tugged it away, and when he released his grip, he made a beeline to grab him again, crying and pleading with him not to go. With one violent shove he was knocked to the floor and the door slammed shut.
Martin persisted and climbed to his feet, going for the handle, but a force behind him held him and lifted him. His feet left the floor as Andy dragged him away and threw him on the sofa. His body lightly bounced as he hit the cushions with a grunt, immediately moving again towards the door, but again Andy grabbed him tightly.
Now he was trapped, panting and thrashing about, gritting his teeth. “LET ME GO!” He shouted but Andy had him firm under his strong arms, wrapping tightly around his chest, an unmistakable hard lump bumping into him.
Andy was getting turned on by his fighting body wriggling against him. “Leave it Mart, let him go.” He panted in his ear gripping him tighter, strong enough to prevent Martin from getting free.
“No!! Why did you have to go and tell him you bastard?!”
“Because, he needed to know, he needed to see what a slut you are.” He growled lustfully in his ear again, grinding his erection over his backside. Martin shuddered, eyes widened as he thought of what he might do next.
Andy was quirky, and was probably capable of anything, even that! He was a passive aggressive, a little insane at times, and very unpredictable. Finally he quietened down, not wanting to encourage his urges by being restrained.
“Good boy, you know it makes sense.” Andy crooned and kissed his cheek.
Martin subtly approached him in a different manner. “Andy, you can let me go now?” He asked calmly, with a light giggle. “Andy please, I can’t breathe.”
The grip loosened and Martin slipped away, nursing where Andy had hurt him as squeezed him, still breathing hard, staring up through his curtain of curls. “Why? You just couldn’t leave it, could you?”
“Sorry Martin, but the truth hurts right?” Andy still had fire burning in his eyes, and an obvious hard on -he looked like a horny devil.
“Yeah, now he hates me.” Martin turned and ran his fingers through his ruffled curls that bounced back over his forehead.
“If he loves you then he will be back. He will Mart, just give him a little time.”
Grabbing the bottle he poured out a glass of wine, downing it in one go and then resting on both hands he lowered his head.
‘Would he have done what I thought if I didn’t stop him?’ Martin asked himself, seeing the red-head sitting and scrubbing his face with his hands.

Andy had dozed off on the sofa and Martin sat with almost a whole bottle of wine in his system, light headed and red eyed from where he had spent the last hour regretting and remorse in his actions. He looked out of the window to the rows of buildings on their side street, the darkness only just starting to fall in the summer evening. Putting down his glass lightly, he sneaked over to the coat stand, plucking his leather jacket from it and quietly slipping out the door, looking back at the sleeping man and grabbing some things before he shut the door carefully behind him. He ran out of the block, pulling on the jacket and set to searching for Dave so he could explain.

The faint buzz woke him from his light sleep, and he opened his eyes to work out what the noise was until he suddenly became fully aware. It was his mobile phone vibrating in his pocket. Looking around he saw the finished meal untouched on the dining table, an empty glass of wine and the bottle on the coffee table in front of him, the person who had been drinking it nowhere to be seen. Pulling out his mobile from his trouser pockets he scrolled down to read the message, eyes widening as the code was plain to see.
‘The eagle has landed.’
“Shit!” He cursed, now realizing that Martin had snuck out whilst he was sleeping. He pushed himself up and dashed out the door.
Martin ran to the only place he thought Dave could be, opening the door forcefully. The landlord looked up and smiled brightly at him whilst pulling a pint for a customer.
“Hey Marty, nice to see you, to what do I owe this pleasure?” He asked, placing the full glass of Stella on the bar and collecting the money, putting it in the till on autopilot.
“Dan, have you seen Dave?” He asked urgently, without giving a thought on the older man’s friendly welcome.
“Err no, he’s usually with you isn’t he?” He grinned, knowing they were practically joined at the hip.
“Well no, he kinda walked out on me.” Martin rubbed his nape in embarrassment.
“Oh, a row eh?”
“Yeah something like that.”
“No, sorry Mart, he’s not been here, but I will tell him you were looking for him if he does.”
“Thanks Dan.” He went to turn away but the boss stopped him.
“You want a drink? I mean he might come in yet, could always wait for him.”
“No, it’s ok, I’ll have a look round then head home.” He sighed, he knew that Dan would be bending his ear trying to figure out why they had had an argument, and he really didn’t want to air his dirty laundry in public, or even to be in anyone’s company right now. He felt too ashamed.
Defeated he moved away from the pub and walked onwards, not really knowing where Dave could be in this big city, feeling like a lost child.
Andy hurried along the street, for the second time pushing redial to get hold of Martin, but it just kept just ringing. Finally he spoke after getting his voice mail.
“Martin please answer, it’s urgent! You have to get back home now!”
He pushed ‘end’ and then stalked on, finding the Millers Arms and pushing open the door.
“Ah Andy looking for Dave by any chance?” Daniel beamed, they knew him well and he liked a little drama to sink his teeth into.
“Martin actually, has he been here?”
“Just missed him by about ten minutes or so, something wrong?” He stopped polishing the glass with the tea towel and searched the redhead’s face. Something in his eyes told him something was not good.
“No it’s nothing mate.” He turned and walked away, leaving Daniel a little perplexed, and perhaps a little concerned about what was going on between the three.

He was becoming weary now, fearing that Dave had got on a train and left him for good. Resting against the wall he wiped his face, tilting his head up to see the clouds form a dark shade of grey -a storm was coming.
He sighed and let another tear roll down his cheek, saying to himself he was sorry and praying for his lover to come back, some people looking at him strangely as they passed. Bouncing forward as he pushed his foot away from the wall, he moped along at a slow pace, feeling hopelessly alone and empty without Dave near, his heart aching, his stomach knotted and tears burned the back of his eyes. He wanted to scream out and just collapse in a heap of emotions right there on the pavement, not caring who would see his anguish.

The red beam targeted just right, just as he was still for a moment as he was looking about, and he was ready.
“Martin?!” The shout broke him from his thoughts, turning quickly to see Andy pelting over to him at warp speed. Face full of terror as he saw the man’s light body turn back to find his name called.
But then Martin gasped winded and then whimpered as he felt a sharp pain pierce him. Clasping his chest with his shaking hand he looked down slowly and with shock as the blood spread, turning his white shirt to a dark crimson red.
“Fuck, oh fuck.” He cried backing to the brick house. Andy stood over him in utter disbelief. He slid down the wall, eyes glazed his breath shallow. “Andy, I’m gonna die!” He shrieked, still holding his chest under his blood-stained vest.
“Its ok, you’re not gonna die, I’ll call for help.” He said with a quivering voice, pulling out his mobile with trembling hands and dialling the three nines.
“Ambulance, my friends been shot. I dunno, a sniper maybe, please hurry! Yes. Chapel Road, by the barbers, please hurry!” He hung up as the operator told him they were on the way.
He crouched down and cradled his friend in his arms, almost sobbing out loud as the green glassy eyes faded. “Come on Martin, stay with me. Come on don’t sleep, stay with me!” He cried grasping him tightly.
But the Blonde man’s eyes dropped and flickered as he passed out in shock.
“Oh god, I’m sorry.” He whispered into the limp body’s neck tears welled and fell. “I’m so fucking sorry!”
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