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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
- 13
- 14
- 15
14
It was 11pm, and Dave was starting to worry about the whereabouts of Andy and Martin. Well, more so Martin as he didn’t really give a flying fuck about Andy right now. He called but the phones just kept ringing or were engaged. “Argh where are you?” He growled as he tried again and finally got through to Andrew.
“Dave?” His voice sounded like he was in an enclosed space.
“Where the fuck are you?” Dave spat, running his hands through his hair in frustration.
“On the way to my place”
“Where’s Mart? What have you done with him?! You so much as…”
“Listen Dave!” Andy practically yelled to shut him up. “Martin... he has been shot -but don’t worry he’s ok. He’s with me now, we just got back from the hospital.”
Martin was bouncing in the seat next to him, eager to speak to his lover, and pretty high on a double dose of meds.
“Shot...” Dave started slowly, dropping down onto the sofa in shock.
“Yes Dave.”
“But how? What the- what the fuck? Typical of you Andy, I can’t leave you together for five minutes can I! This is the last straw.”
“No I saved him this time. If I hadn’t called his name he would have been –look, don’t blame me for this, you knew he was in danger David.”
“Well give Mr Andrew Fletcher a fucking medal.” He jeered, standing again and drinking down a large whiskey.
“May I talk to him please, or have you elected yourself as his personal bodyguard?”
“Don’t be flippant David, if it weren’t for you walking out he wouldn’t have had to run out in the streets in the first place.”
“Maybe if you hadn’t gotten your filthy, perverted paws on him I wouldn’t…” He cut off hearing Martin’s voice in the background.
“Don’t fight, please -give the phone to me.” His pupils were large as he snatched the phone, not able to keep still. “Dave?” He almost squeaked, his vocals a higher pitch than his usual tone.
“Mart, thank god are you ok?”
“Yes, I’m fine, we are on our way to Andy’s. He saved me from getting killed and we…”
“Whoa Martin, slow down. Are you stoned?” Dave chuckled.
“Um, probably, I had morphine, bloody good stuff…”
“Mart, shush. Listen, just, are- you- ok?” He asked slowly, hoping that he wasn’t influenced otherwise by their so-called friend.
“Yes I’m fine, but I miss you.”
“I miss you too Mart, I wish you were here.”
“Yeah me too. Hey why don’t you come to Andy’s?”
At that moment Andy snatched back the phone. “Dave, look something has happened, I need to take Martin to safety. The police were crawling all over the hospital, possible link to the shooting last week and also the drug entanglement.”
“Argh fuck, Red.” He downed the drink and poured another triple.
“So I think Martin would be safer with me. You stay at the flat.”
“Err excuse me, but do I have a say in this?” Dave flipped his fringe.
“Dave, if you remember rightly it is ‘I’ that has to take responsibility for his and your welfare in the business. I advise you to stay put.”
“How do I know I can trust you anymore?”
“You just have to, ok?” His voice quietened sincerely as he cut off the call and sighed.
“Is he coming?” Martin asked.
“No, sorry Mart, he’s better off staying out of it. They don’t know him, his face, so he is safer alone. Even if they do, then they will find nothing.” He then stared to text. He told Dave to clear Martin’s things just in case he was raided. He sent it and received one back a few moments later with an obedient ‘Yes’.

Martin had fallen asleep, his head lolling on Andy’s shoulder, wrapped snugly in his jacket. The cab came to a halt and his eyes fluttered but he didn’t wake up.
“Here.” Andy handed the driver a generous amount of money for his loyalty and for being there when he needed him. He also offered a free meal to him and his lovely wife at the restaurant. “Thank you so much mate, you are a life saver.” He said appreciatively, trying to gently shake Martin to wake him.
“Hmmm?” He whimpered at a little push.
“Martin, we are here. Come on sleeping beauty.”
“What?” His eyes were heavy but after a few blinks he opened them, his mind having no recollection of what had happed in the last three hours. After focusing he jolted up and gasped, clutching his chest.
“Its ok shhhh, it’s ok.” Andy said soothingly as he saw the man’s face light up in terror.
“Where am I?” He looked around, seeing he was still in the car and somewhere that was nowhere near his home or his lover.
“Do you remember what happened?” Andy asked, searching his eyes that were skittering around quickly.
“I was shot.” Martin said quietly.
“Yeah that’s right.” Andy looked around before he opened the door, stepping out into the black, chilly night. “Come on.”
“Where are we going?”
“To my house, you remember?”
“I dunno, it’s all a blur” Martin rubbed his head.
“It’s ok, that will be the drugs.”
“I feel sick.” Martin announced as he slid out of the car with a helping hand, almost toppling over as he tried to stand.
“Whoa there, best get you inside and into bed.” he caught him as he fell back.
His face suddenly changed; emotionless, swallowing rapidly, his skin turning a little pale in the dim lights that spotted around the house. He ran over to a grassy verge, dropping to his knees, and puked violently. After he had finished Andy walked over and patted his back. “All out?” He smiled.
“Yeah,” He said and stood unsteadily “Your fault.”
“How?” Andy said, taken back.
“For making me ride that dead man’s bed.” A smirk formed on his lips and the redhead started to laugh, Martin laughing with him.
“Come on, lets get inside, you are probably freezing.” He looked over him still in the hospital bottoms and just a cold leather jacket that barely covered his body. “I just hope the dog doesn’t eat that.” He chuckled, looking back
“Oh Andy, please!” Martin covered his mouth, followed by Andy’s laughter.
Once inside Martin and Andy were greeted by his Border Collie. She jumped and barked excitedly as her Master walked through to the kitchen.
“Ah come on you know Martin Meg.” Andy scolded after she stared to bark at the blonde man.
“At least she’s makes a good guard dog.” Martin smiled, now stroking her shinny black and white coat.
“Oh yeah, she’s good, even the postman is scared shitless of her, but she’s an old softy really.” He patted his knees and made a fuss of her before letting her out the back patio doors. There was an awkward moment of silence before he turned to see Martin almost dropping where he stood. “Better sort you out, you look knackered.”
“Yeah I am.” Martin admitted, leaning on the worktop of the country kitchen.
“Not surprised, you have had a nasty shock. Here follow me and I’ll show you to the guest room.”
For once he felt at ease, almost relaxed, as Andy was acting a little more like he should, as a friend, and caring for him as a partner. They reached a room, plain and simple, with a double bed and modern furniture. The colour scheme was pale greens and natural whites. The duvet was plain with a throw and cushions, and to the left was a small but adequate bathroom with a shower unit.
“There, make yourself at home.” Andy fussed, walking to the bathroom and opening a small mirrored cabinet over the sink, pulling out a pack of tooth brushes. “What colour do you want?”
“What?”
Andy turned and walked in, holding four different coloured brushes in his hand. “Blue, green, red, or yellow?”
Martin giggled. “I don’t mind, whichever -Christ”
“Ok, red then.” Andy put the others away and set the red one down next to the toothpaste. “There, all you need should be in the en-suite.”
“Thanks Andy.” He smiled sweetly. Their stares locked for a minute but then Andy averted his eyes. He had done enough damage and didn’t want to make it worse.
“Ok, I’m just over in the next room if you need me, you know, need anything-err...” He stammered with embarrassment, rubbing the back of his neck, then sweeping back his quiff fringe.
“Yes I know.” Martin blinked slowly, shrugging off his jacket with difficulty and pain.
“Here.” Andy moved and helped him slip off his jacket, curving it over the dresser chair before he then pulled back the covers and plumped up the pillows. Martin settled into bed, having the duvet tucked in around him in a motherly fashion.
“Don’t fuss.”
A smile crept over Andy’s lips as he stood up. “If you need to freshen up then feel free to use the shower, and that may need looking at and changing.” He said, pointing to the gauze that was looking a little stained and worn. “I have a first aid kit in the kitchen, probably put a new dressing on that in the morning, yeah?”
“Thanks.” Martin turned, wincing, before he found a comfortable position.
Andy fished in his pockets and found the box containing at least six more pills, placing them by the bed and fetching a cup of water to place next to it.
Martin could hear him moving and sighed. “Andy!” He scolded with closed eyes.
“Just morphine mate, and water, in case you wake and the pain is too bad.”
“Thanks.” The blonde man yawned.
“But I won’t mind if you wake me,” Was the barely audible whispered response. “Night Mart.” He walked over to the door and switched off the light, only to hear him reply the same in a small sweet mumble.

Dave had finished another glass of bourbon, more than enough alcohol to ease the pain of the loneliness. It was so quiet, too quiet, without his man. Smoothing the seat next to him on the sofa, where he would cuddle up to him on a quiet night of watching a film or just TV together. He sighed deeply and rattled about the flat for a while. He knew he couldn’t sleep, wouldn’t sleep without him.
Torn apart again, he wondered whether Alan’s proposal was a good idea, or if they should quit altogether as it was getting too risky now. He wandered over to the window and slid it open. The air was cool on his face, and he breathed it in, looking over the lonely city as he lent over the ledge, glass in one hand and a cigarette in another, a lonesome figure, only a silhouette to viewers outside. All emotions rose as he dropped his head, and sobbed into his arms. The hot tears dampened his skin as he cried, his heart ripped apart, only wishing things were how it used to be.

Back in his sitting room, Andy sat down in the arm chair, stroking his loyal pet by his side and sipping a brandy. After tonight, his nerves were shattered -the what-ifs filled his mind and thoughts of what would have happened if Martin hadn’t been miraculously saved. Someone was watching over him that was for sure.
Dave already hated him for what he did, and he wondered whether it was the end of their professional relationship, and friendship. He begged Wilder practically on his knees for no harm to come to Martin, and so the ‘Plan Eagle’ was put to a stop. He had no idea that he was intended for assassination, or knew anything about this McGiffen who they had to drop off the coke to on that day. No, Wilder failed to tell him that, so he was genuinely truthful to his friends that he had no idea he was a bounty hunter until Dave had mentioned it. He knew Wilder’s plan to get Martin away from Dave, and get him to work with him, but not that he was going to have him killed!!
Wilder had only told him this not long after, as he demanded to know what the hell was going on and why they had a gunman after him. Arrested he could understand, but Andy knew another man was involved, someone a little impulsive and nasty. He figured he was behind ‘Plan Eagle’, the second flight, the reason why Martin couldn’t escort Dave to Sussex or know something else that would frighten him.
He had contacted Alan the day of the event when he was sorting the car, demanding to know who the hell was chasing them, but he had denied it all, palming it off as some dodgy customers he had gotten involved with. After Dave had enlightened him about McGiffen, he had called the Boss again and begged him not to hurt Martin. Wilder would poke him for having feelings for this man, which Andy was forced to confess, and also, Wilder had told him if he blabbed to his two colleagues he was dead!
As he recalled from this evening Dave and Martin were detectives in the works as they almost figured out the plan. He had to intervene otherwise his own life would be in danger -cutting in with the horrible truth of his and Martin’s sexual encounter was only to stall them from further enquiries.
Massaging his temples, he stressed more about the dangers. Alan was the only one who knew the location of his home, he and feared he wouldn’t wake up the next morning. His eyes wandered to where his mobile phone sat on the side, thinking back to before he had dashed out to find Martin as he slipped away. Frowning he picked it up and scrolled down to that message that was bothering him. ‘The Eagle has landed.’
His eyes widened in amazement. It was from Mr Wilder himself. “How the hell did he know?” He pondered, rubbing his thumb idly over the letters. He did admit when he told him at the hospital but he was vague about it. Then why not stop it before the bounty hunter had already had instructions?
Had he turned a blind eye? But he promised Andy he wouldn’t harm him.
Andy then realized, with a smile he then knew he had been warned by Wilder to go stop this homicide. Alan had warned him, because was it too late for him to stop it himself? He was true to his word, and Andy sensed the kinder side to the viscous criminal Boss. His eyes closed as he felt like he had been Martin’s guardian angel, stopping the worst, and he was now safe and sound in his spare room. He was about to put his phone back on the table with peace of mind when it hummed lightly in his hand. He pressed ‘read’ and received the text.
‘Dave owes me!!
I have sorted out your little problem. The Bounty will no longer be your concern.
Boss’
Andy frowned. What did he mean?
For now it was getting late, and his eyes and head ached from exhaustion. Wandering to the kitchen he put the glass on the side of the sink, switching off all the lights, and told Meg to settle down and headed to bed.

He was standing in a busy street. Dave was in the distance between rushing cars and people, drifting in and out of sight as they hurried around him. He stood motionless, not a single expression showing on his face as he started back at him coldly, like his soul had drifted from him, leaving a void. He was running towards him, calling his name.
“Dave!” He whimpered, but the more he ran forwards the further away he became.
Finally he was dashing towards him -he was close now but then as he reached out to touch him, someone’s arms encircled his waist and he was dragged away kicking and screaming his name. The person who had grabbed him he couldn’t see, but Dave was now being led away by a tall dark shadowed man in a black suit. “Ahhhhhhh!!” He screamed.

“Hey, shhh.” A soft voice spoke in the dawn lit room. The arms still clung on to him, and looking up to the owner Martin found the sincere friendly face of Andy. His panting died down as he realised it was only a bad dream. His body drenched in sweat, sticky and sleek on his back and chest.
“Bad dream that’s all.”
Martin sighed and shrugged away his hands. “Yes I know, about Dave.” He snuggled back in the bed.
“You want to tell me about it?” Andy asked, pulling up the covers over his shoulders. “I was once told by my therapist that talking about you fears can stop the nightmares. It worked, she left me.” He laughed and a smile formed on Martin’s lips as he chuckled with him.
“No but seriously, you ever need to talk then I’m all ears.”
“Well it’s vivid but Dave is standing, just staring at me.” Martin’s eyebrows lowered as he remembered. “He looks different, like it’s not him, all his charm and smiles gone! And then I’m running to him and I can’t reach him, but when I do someone drags me away, and I’m screaming his name but the arms are tight and crushing me, pulling me away.” He trailed off. “Then he’s walking away, with some other man I can’t see.”
“Do you see who’s pulling you away?”
“No.” He looked up briefly. “I can’t see him.”
“How do you know it’s a man then?”
“The strength, build, he’s taller than me, bigger than me.”
Andy swallowed and looked around. “Everyone’s bigger than you Mart.” He joked trying to distract him from the memory of the dream.
“Cheeky sod,” he smiled “You saying I’m short?” He swatted his friend playfully.
“Yeah, but sweet.” He gazed into his eyes for a moment, and Martin looked away quickly. “You remember that time in the bar, back in April I think?”
“No?”
“Well you were drunk, but some bloke asked if he could borrow your stool.”
“Oh yeah!” Martin sniggered. “I looked around and you, Dave and Daniel were pissing yourselves. I had no idea what the joke was until he realised I was standing up.”
“Yes and he apologised eternally about that.”
“Yeah and I said don’t worry about it. Poor bloke. It was funny though, got a free drink out of it.”
“Yeah, as if you hadn’t had enough that night too.”
Martin giggled again and settled back on the pillow. “Thanks Andy.” His face turned serious.
“Hey, that’s what I’m here for, and you have any worries then come to me, ok?”
“Yeah, I will.”
“Now sleep, and dream some nice dreams.” He poked his head around the door.
“I’ll try.” He shuffled back onto his side carefully.
Andy closed the door and leaned against it, sighing deeply. He squeezed his eyes closed, tilting his head back. “I can’t do this anymore.” He whispered quietly.

His eyes opened, hearing someone rustling about, and focussed on Andrew who was placing something next to him. “Morning.” He grinned.
Martin sat up, seeing that a tray of breakfast was set out for him.
“Thought you might be hungry so I made you a bacon butty, and some of my infamous coffee, or juice if you prefer.”
“Thanks.” He took the juice and drank greedily.
“Wow, you are thirsty!” Andy said, amazed he had drained the glass.
“Thanks, this is nice of you.” He said, putting the tray on his lap.
“Well, got to look after the injured solider.” He nearly said ‘my’ injured solider but managed to stop by thinking about what he was saying.
“Can I call Dave?” Martin asked, before biting into the sandwich.
“Sure.” Andy was less enthusiastic. “After breakfast. I’ll go get the fist aid box and see to your wound.”
“Thanks.”
He left the room and went downstairs to grab some things, leaving Martin to eat in peace. He was enjoying being his nursemaid, and didn’t want him to leave but he knew that the coast was clear and that Martin was to go back home and be reunited with Dave. He sighed deeply as he found the box in a small drawer, flicking through the plasters to see if he had the proper dressing for Martin. He finally found what he needed; a bottle of TCP, some cotton wool pads, and then filled a plastic container with water.

Back in the room, Martin had finished every last bite, and was now smiling satisfied at the man who came in with an armful of medical things. Setting them down he asked Martin to lay down, trying to focus on what he was doing, but found his eyes roaming his body. His mouth went dry as his scent filled his nostrils. Even with a nasty plaster stuck on him he still looked amazing, but then, putting a black bin bag on him he still would look great.
“Anything wrong?” Martin asked, looking vulnerable just laying there.
“No.”
“You’re not squeamish, are you?” Martin snickered.
“No no, should be fine.” Andy said and then went back to peeling off the gauze. “It might hurt a little.”
“Fuck owww! What they stick it with, super strength glue?” He hissed, closing his eyes at the pain. In one swipe Andy pulled off the rest, and Martin swore as the plaster was off ripped in one go. “Bloody hell!! He yelled.
“Sorry.”
Now the plaster was off, the wound was exposed. It didn’t look as bad as he’d thought, being small, around the size of a five pence piece. The gun had burnt the skin rather than penetrate, but there was a hole that was congealed with blood and yellowy substances.
“Ah looks ok to me, healing well already. Not inflamed or anything.” Dipping the cotton wool pad in the water he then dabbed the bottle of antiseptic against it, holding it against the rim. “Ok this will sting.” He said, reaching down and carefully rubbing around the injury, making sure he didn’t cause any bleeding.
Martin almost leapt up as the cold sensation hit him, biting down on his bottom lip hard as the discomfort took hold of him.
“Ok, all done.” Andy then peeled the back off of a clean dressing, placing it over his chest and sealing the ends with the sticky parts. “There, good as new.” He smiled.
“Thank you.” Martin whispered. “Is it ok to take a bath? I’m guessing I don’t smell that good.” He then asked, sitting up again lowering his nose to his armpits and then crinkled up his nose.
“Of course it is, you know where the bathroom is. I’ll get rid of these and run the water for you.”
“You are too kind Andrew.”
Andy smiled then walked away.

The bath was filled and, after adding some of his Radox bubble bath to it, Andy stood and thought to himself. He was going to have to tell him that he was to go home soon, and it broke his heart knowing this. The blonde was already up and about as he came into the guestroom, stopping to stare at his half naked body. “Bath’s ready.” He cleared his throat.
“Great.”
“You might need some clothes though.”
“Um yeah, I don’t think these are very fetching, do you?” He pulled at the green trousers. “And they stink of hospital, never get that retched stench out of my nose now.”
“Your shorts will need washing.” He turned as Martin uninhibitedly slipped out of the trousers. Now he stood in just a pair of black briefs, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. His faced burned and flushed as he looked back to see Martin with hardly anything on.
“What’s the matter? Nothing you ain’t seen before.” Martin grinned cheekily.
“Perhaps, but it was dark remember?” He bitterly snapped back.
“Oh.” Martin was now blushing. “Sorry.” He brushed past the redhead who was trying to suppress his urges. Eyes dropped watching his toned backside as he walked majestically to the bathroom. The green eyes gazed at him as his head turned quickly. Martin knew damn well he was being checked out. “Thank you again Andy.” He almost had a flirty tone to his voice. “If you want to scrub my back, I’ll be happy to oblige.” His teeth flashed at him again.
“Just get in the bath, then you can call your boyfriend.” Andy barked, knowing that he was being mischievous with him. But it was a good sign, he was on the mend and back to his old self. “And don’t get the plaster wet!” He shouted back.
“Yeah yeah” Was the echoed reply

Dave was in the lounge idly flicking through some daytime programs on the TV. Nothing really interesting, perhaps some Jeremy Kyle. “My Boyfriend’s a cheat’ Oh how apt!” He mumbled to himself but watched it anyway. The phone caught him by surprise, and he practically leapt to answer it, hoping it was Martin. When he saw the caller ID his face dropped.
“Macky my man, what’s up?”
“Got something for ya.” The Scotsman said in his thick accent.
“Oh?”
“G pack. 50 half gram vials of cut heroin, worth £800 wholesale, or £20 each depending on market demands.”
“Whoa, Heroin?”
“Yeah, pays good Davey-boy.”
“Look, sounds tempting mate, but we are having some issues at the moment.”
“What issues?”
“I can’t really say much, but Andy got us into a little trouble. The police are looking for us, so I can’t keep any goods here at the moment.”
“Shit Dave sounds bad. Fuck. Look take it or leave it, I have someone with a better offer on this shit. He’ll pay me a grand for this gold.”
“Argh shit!” He rubbed his face. “No, I can’t risk it mate.”
“Oh well, once it’s gone its gone.”
“Any chance of a find like that again?”
“You joking Mate? This is one of the deals I’d rip my own arm off for Dave.”
“Fuck!”
“Dave?”
“Look, going have to leave it mate.”
“Your loss. Look, I’ll give ya a call when something comes up. If you are not in jail by then.” He laughed.
“Yeah thanks.” Dave pressed end call and sat heavily on the chair. “Fucking brilliant!” He tossed his phone on the table and scrubbed at his chin.
His phone rang again, and he lifted his head from where it rested on his forearms, hair sprawling out over the table. He looked and saw Martin on the screen, rushing to pick it up, almost dropping it in the excitement. “Mart?” He smiled widely.
“Yeah, it’s me.”
“Are you ok?”
“Yeah I’m good, Andy has been taking good care of me.”
“Bet he has.” Dave said through gritted teeth.
“No nothing like that, I promise. He just kept me safe and nursed me, I feel a lot better now.”
“That’s great love.” Dave smoothed his dark hair into place.
“Look, I can come home now. Andy said it was safe.”
“Safe?”
“Yeah, think he’s sorted something but I dunno what exactly.”
“Is that what he told you?”
“Well, kind of.” Martin sounded uncertain.
“Hmm.” Dave frowned.
“I miss you, I can’t wait till I see you again.”
“Me too, I’ll be waiting here. Look, can I talk to Red?”
“Yeah sure, love you Dave.”
“Love you too, Mart.” His tone changed completely as Andy came on the line. “Andy what’s the SP?”
“Oh, looks like that bounty hunter has been caught, and with £500 worth of cocaine on his premises.”
“Jesus really? But I thought they were protected?”
“Seems not, looks like he’s pissed off a Boss.”
“Oh right, so we are in the clear? No police looking for Mart?”
“Looks that way, Dave.”
“That’s fantastic.” He sighed in relief. “Oh fuck!”
“What?”
“I just let a fucking good deal slip through my fingers. Macky called with a grand’s worth of heroin and he was going to let me have it for £800.”
“Ah! No way back?”
“Na, but maybe it’s better to play it safe for another few days.”
“Yeah, good move.”
“Yes, until we know for sure.”
“Ok, I’ll drive Martin back in a moment. He’s wearing my clothes and looks bloody ridiculous. So I will return him then he can change into his own.”
Dave laughed as he heard Martin telling Andy to piss off in the background. Things were back to normal it seemed. “Ok, see you in half an hour or so.”
“Yeah. Bye Dave.”
The call ended and Dave sat back with a huge smile on his lips. Everything was going to be fine, he thought, but then a message appeared on his phone. It was Andy again.
‘Mr Wilder wants to see you on Wednesday 4pm.
He said you owe him big time.
Red’
“Fuck!” He spat. “Owe him for what exactly?” He then remembered what Martin had said yesterday, before he was shot, before the argument. Blackmail!
“Oh my god.” He stood, suddenly realising what was going on. “Shit!”
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