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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
- 14
- 15
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15
Dave was pottering about taking Martin’s personal things out of the suitcase and placing them back to where they were before he had to move them, in case the police burst through the door. He was thinking on the current situation, hoping that things were now settled, only to have another worry hanging over his head.
He pulled out a photograph in a silver frame, sitting at the end of the bed smiling as he looked at it. It was taken before Christmas; Martin’s smile, sweet and innocent, leaning his head to the side, resting against his cheek. They looked so happy together, staring back at him. His emotions were brimming as he smiled and traced a fingertip over Martin’s face.
“All before the dark times.” He sighed. “No problems, no troubles, just you and me Martin. We had each other and that was all that mattered.”
He then chuckled as he remembered Martin hanging mistletoe from his belt and chasing him around the room. Andy was there, and was laughing so hard he had to sit down. “Those were the days.” He said, pressing the photograph against his chest, and looking up.
The sound of the door opening and a key hitting the table brought him back to earth, and he placed the frame and the precious picture on the night stand, glancing over to it for a last time before heading out.
“Dave?” Martin called. The man came into the view, looking him up and down before busting into laughter. “Oh nice welcome home,” He grumbled, putting his hands on his hips. He was wearing a purple and white paisley shirt that came down to his thighs, and a pair of grey track bottoms, with his Silver Doc Martens.
“You might have colour co-ordinated him Andy.” Dave wiped a tear and pulled at the shirt.
“Its Ben Sherman I’ll have you know.”
“He looks-” He laughed again, holding his stomach.
“Only clothes I had that would fit him.”
“Oh yes, you have put on a little weight.” Dave teased. “And where an earth did you get this monstrosity?”
“Hey, was in fashion when she bought it for me.”
“What, in the 70s? No wonder she left you with dress sense like that.”
“Hey steady on David.”
“I bet Oxfam wouldn’t even take that!” He bent down and slapped his thighs. “Quick, call the fashion police!”
“Can I change please?” Martin scowled.
“Go on.” Dave was still laughing.
“No seriously, they were the only clothes that fit him.” Andy looked sternly at Dave who then stopped laughing and pulled his lips straight.
“Yeah sure.”
Andy chucked Martin’s shorts at him, the only item that wasn’t destroyed apart from the jacket that Martin was wearing. “Here, needs washing.”
“Oh cheers.” Dave then became serious; it hit home pretty hard as he noticed the blood stains all over them. It wasn’t that long ago he was scrubbing the white shirt after that animal had hurt him. “I’ll just...” He turned and put them in the washing basket, his stomach turning as he had the mental image of his lover laying in his own blood in the street.
“Is he ok, was he badly..?” He swallowed, feeling a cold shiver run through him.
Andy moved forward and placed a hand on his shoulder. “He’s good, was a very close shave though.”
“Thank you, thanks so much for taking care of him Andrew.” Dave looked up and met the blue eyes behind the glasses “And saving his life.” He stared intently at him for a moment.
“Made up then?” Martin grinned, pulling down his V-necked jumper over his combats, seeing the affectionate gestures between the two.
Dave pulled away from the gaze and focused on the slight form behind him. “That’s better.” He smiled.
“Want these back Andy?” He presented the old clothes he had been wearing before.
“Na burn them. You were right, it’s hideous, and Grainne hated it too. But I loved it and forced her to buy it for me for Christmas.”
“Ok.” Martin chucked them in the bin and sat down on the breakfast stool. He winced as he pulled himself up, Dave rushing over instantly to his aid. “Thanks.” He said huskily.
“Oh here, you have four left.” Andy handed him the box of pills. Dave frowned at them “Morphine” Andy then answered without the question even having to be spoken.
“Oh, better I take them. Don’t want you overdosing and crawling backwards down the stairs cos you need a fix do we?” Dave ruffled his curls. “We got no drugs, so best not to get addicted right?”
“None at all?” Martin’s face turned gloomy.
“No, remember we had to get rid of everything?”
“Yeah but its alright now, we are safe.” Dave looked up at Andy, almost with an inquiring expression “For now, yes.” He tucked the box into his back pocket.
“I had better get going.” Andy turned to walk away, jangling his keys around his finger nervously.
“No, you will stay for dinner, say yes? The least I can do for looking after Martin and...” Dave trailed off as the taller man smiled and blinked slowly at him.
“Of course, thank you.” Inside Andy was screaming as he knew Dave wanted answers. Answers on how they suddenly became free.
“Great.” Dave patted his arm. “Chicken’s already in the oven.” He grinned.
“Ok well, let me get the wine then.”
“No, let me.”
“No.” He stood closer, pressing a hand to Dave’s chest. “Let me please, I gotta make a couple of calls and make sure Kate’s ok to lock up the house when she gets back from taking Megan for a walk.”
“Ah, the housekeeper”
“Don’t say it like that David!” He furrowed his brow. “Kate is a good worker and reliable, nothing like that...”
“…Yet,” Martin chimed in.
“You can stop that too.” Andy pointed. Martin chuckled as he picked at some grapes from the punnet Dave had bought that morning. “I’ll go get the wine.” He turned and walked out, bringing Dave’s full attention to the blonde man.
“C’mon you, on the sofa, and rest.”
Martin rolled his eyes and was helped off the stool then led to the lounge where Dave fussed around him to get him comfortable. “Dinner should be in an hour or so.” He stroked his cheek and gave him the remote for the TV.
“Thanks.”
Dave smiled back then kissed his head looking back feeling how wonderful it was having him home again. “Shout if you need anything.” He called, taking the veg from the basket and starting to prepare the dinner.
“Oh I will.” Martin chuckled lightly.
Once the veg was in the pot, Dave made them both a coffee and sat down next to His man who instinctively snuggled to him. They both sighed contentedly, enjoying the warmth of each others bodies. Dave’s hands rubbed his collar bone under the wool then brushed down, accidently hitting the injured spot. Martin hissed and closed his eyes.
“I’m sorry.” Dave pulled away.
“S’ok.” Martin stiffened.
“Can I look, is it bad?”
“Yeah, and it still aches.”
Dave pulled up the clothing and examined the new dressing, carefully touching the edges. “I guess it will heal in time.” He pulled off the edge of the dressing, it being not as tightly stuck as the last one.
“Dave...” Martin held his hand and gazed into his eyes. “It’s not pleasant.” He warned.
“Its ok, I have seen worse.” He lightly lifted it away and looked at the wound. Martin just froze.
Dave studied the small rounded gash, just two inches above his nipple. It upset him almost to the point of tears as he thought of it hitting the left side that was directly where the bastard had aimed for. Quickly he put back the plaster and pulled down his jumper, shaking his head. “Hey, it’s ok, I’m still here.” He squeezed Dave’s hand. “I have so much to thank Andrew for, if he hadn’t-”
“Look, it’s over ok over.” He held his gaze and leaned in, kissing the soft lips gingerly. The bigger hands cupped his chin, brushing his thumb over the dimple there. They kissed slow and steadily, letting their tongues dance in each others mouth. A single tear fell down Dave’s cheek and Martin pulled back, wiping it away with his finger.
“So close to loosing you, I would never forgive myself.”
“How was it your fault?
“I never should have gone out, then you wouldn’t have had to run after me.”
“No it’s my fault.” Martin dropped his head, the blonde fringe bouncing, covering his beautiful eyes. “If Andy and I hadn’t…”
Dave tilted his chin so those eyes now looked at his. “When did you Martin?” He was frowning now.
The blonde man swallowed and licked his lips. “When you stayed over at Mr Wilders”
Dave nodded, he knew it.
“I’m sorry! I was lonely, I missed you so much. I asked him to just sleep with me, but-”
“Yeah, one thing lead to another, I know how the old saying goes.”
“I didn’t mean to and Andy well, he was just – did things I liked.”
“That explains the bruise on your hip then?”
Martin slowly nodded; he knew that Frank had kicked him in the back, and there were already marks there from the last time. Andy was strong, not knowing his own strength at times, and had grabbed him a little too hard as he fucked him. “I am so sorry.”
A light stroke touched his cheek. “Well I know he fancies you, and tries to hide it, but I have seen the way he looks at you, and to be honest he may have done it just to spite me.”
“I feel sorry for him, he never gets a break, you know.”
“Yes, I know that, but I think there is a darker side to our friend. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had paid for it.”
“But that’s no way to be -you need tenderness, love, affection, not a quick in and out and that’s it.”
“Was that what you gave him Mart?”
He dropped his head again. “I felt sorry for him.”
“Was he that good, huh? Better than what I can give you, am I not enough Martin?”
“Please don’t get angry.”
“I know you like it rough Martin, but it’s just not me, I can’t hurt you like that ever!”
He almost said it, just out of spite, to let him know how much he was hurting right now.
‘I bet you enjoyed getting raped.’ But he bit his tongue and walked away.
As he checked the chicken an idea sprang to mind on how to solve a problem. He hated the fact that Martin and Andy had done this behind his back, but at the same time he was curious to know what Andy had that he didn’t. A smile crossed his lips as he mulled over the idea, and at least he knew he was in safe hands and he was there. After all he owed him, and he was a close friend. He suddenly became aware he was getting a hard on over this, but would it effect their friendship? Jeopardise it in anyway? After all he had already done it with Martin and he should kick his arse for even looking at his man.
He detained the thought for a moment as Andrew knocked. “Red.”
Dave wiped his hands on the tea towel then opened the door, a grin almost fixed on his lips, and the redhead looked at him suspiciously.
“I don’t want to know.” Andy brushed past him with a couple of bottles in a carrier bag. Martin frowned, confused as to why Dave’s mood had suddenly changed, only to shrug as Andy looked over. “Only been back ten minutes and the pair of you are humping already.”
“No, Martin we haven’t, have we?” Dave teased.
“No, honestly” He gave Dave a strange look. “I’m not in a good position to be doing much anyway.”
“Why the Chelsea smile?”
“Oh nothing, just had a thought.”
Martin and Red exchanged looks a little puzzled themselves.

Dinner was cooked and ready, and they all sat around, waiting. Martin poured the wine and sat back down, staring into space, the blue eyes locked on him. “How are you feeling?” Andy asked.
“Yeah, not bad, still in a little pain.”
“Taken your pills?”
Dave’s head motioned slowly around as he heard the concerned words from the table, a crooked smile on his lips.
“No, well I’m drinking ain’t I?”
“Bloody hell Mart, since when have you become responsible?” Andy laughed.
“I haven’t let him take any cos he wanted a drink.” Dave interrupted as he placed the dish on the table. “Anyway sure it won’t do any harm if he did.”
“You really should not mix them”
“Spoilsport” He stuck out his tongue childishly.
“Before we start, I don’t want any business talk. Not today ok?”
“Yeah fine” Both men said
“And I want to raise a toast to having Martin back with us safe and sound.” He raised his glass and chinked it with the others. Martin turned red, giving his Princess Diana bashful look. “Thank you Andy for saving the man I love from the worst thing I could ever imagine. I can’t express how much I appreciate you being there in the right place at the right time.”
“Ah come on.” Andy blushed, bowing his head “It was just fate, one of those weird things that happen.”
“No Andy, really, I thank you and forgive you for ravishing my beloved.” It when silent as the other two men froze on the spot, not a single movement as they weren’t sure whether that was sarcasm.
“What?” Dave stopped the fork from going into his mouth.
“Look Dave I’m sorry about that-” Andy started but was cut off.
“No Andrew its ok, Martin and I had a chat and I forgive the both of you. I understand now.”
Martin looked at Andy and vice versa, not sure on what to think. “If it’s any consolation, it was dark.”
“Well I’m sure he missed a lot then, Martin.” He smiled almost bitterly. “He has a great body and knows how to give a wicked blowjob.” Martin spat out the wine, turning to look at Dave with wide eyes.
Andy was feeling uncomfortable and fidgeted as he was eating, chewing slowly and not sure where to look.
“You playing at?” Martin snarled under his breath, kicking Dave in the process.
“Thought it would be nice to ‘share’ our sexual exploits”
“I ‘m sure Andy doesn’t want to know.” He snapped.
“No, well he already knows what makes you tick.” Dave grinned.
“That’s it Dave, enough.” Martin stood and threw down the napkin, storming off and slamming the bedroom door.

“Sorry Andy, I’ll go talk to him.” He moved away, leaving Andrew feeling rather dumbfounded at his erratic behaviour.
The door slowly opened as Dave found Martin on his side, curled up. He was crying “Mart?”
“Is it not enough that you have torture me, but humiliate us over dinner like that?” He felt the bed dip as Dave sat down next to him, stroking his curls.
“You don’t see, do you?”
“See what?” Martin wiped his eyes.
“I had an idea; I thought sharing was good among friends.”
“Is that what you want to call it? I call it being malicious.”
“Ok so he likes you, we both do. We both care about you, and love you, only natural he wanted to have you too. Jealous of me having you in my bed, in my arms every night.”
“I’m not a bloody teddy bear.”
Dave lightly chuckled “No, but you are my boyfriend and I love you, and it would be selfish not to share you.”
“What?” He sat up and glared back at him. “Was I really forgiven? You weren’t being nasty?”
“Mart did you enjoy him, did he satisfy you? And you can be truthful.” He nodded shamefully.
“Then why not do it again?”
He was shocked at what he was proposing. Was he just going to let them fuck? Again?
“I can’t do that to you Dave, it hurts you.”
“Not if I’m there to see it.”
“What, a threesome are you crazy?”
“Almost, scared of losing you yes, and I think you understand that.”
“Yes it has opened my eyes too.”
“So what do you think?”
Martin’s mouth trembled as he tried to talk, but instead nodded and smiled. “What if- he doesn’t want to?”
“That’s his choice and sure, if he doesn’t then fine, but I very much doubt he would turn down a chance to have you again, and also in the light.”
“Ok.”
“I wanted your consent, and if you are up to it with the-” He patted his chest.
“You have it, and I will take the painkillers, I’ll be fine.”
“Great, then lets go wind him up, get him hot. I know you can do that perfectly well.” He kissed his lips.
“Ok let the fun begin,” Martin flashed his teeth in excitement.

The two walked back and sat down at the table and started to eat. Andy looked between them.
“Alright?” He asked with caution.
“Yeah great. Look I’m sorry if I acted like a complete bastard, Martin and I are ok now, and hope I haven’t offended you.”
“Nope it’s ok.” He smiled and shoved the food in his mouth. Martin was staring at him, the glass hovered close to his full lips seductively, then rubbed the edge over them. The blue eyes flicked up and straight into his with a frown before averting them again. A hand moved under the table and the warm palm was rubbing upwards until reaching its goal. Dave jumped and then flashed a naughty smile. His breath became heavy as Martin stroked over his hard length under the tight jeans. It was Dave’s turn now to arouse him, he was eager to see how Andy would react to a rather heated blonde sitting nearby, and so, ran his own hand over his thigh, teasing with his finger by just barely brushing over his crotch. Martin’s eyes flickered shut, his mouth pouted and he let out a small moan.
“For Christ sake you two!”
“What?” Martin grinned.
“Stop groping each other under the table.”
“Why not, making you feel weird?”
“No, just- stop it.” He shifted and picked up the glass. The lovers continued, now Dave’s fingers were stroking Martin, and he becoming harder with each brush.
All through the meal they had been practically all over each other. Andy was catching a shifty look in Martin’s eye every now and then and licking his lips slowly. Dave cleared the table and Martin rested on his elbows, the second glass of wine filled to the top, sipping it slowing and glancing over to Andy who tried to avoid his gaze.
“Who’s for dessert?” Dave came over with a packet of ice cream.
“I think Mart’s on the menu for you.”
“No, I’m full thanks.” He sat back.
“Been practically eating each other, not surprised.”
“Andy?”
“Yeah go on, a small bit.”
“That will be the whole packet then.” Martin jested.
“I think someone needs a smacked bottom for his cheek.” He called over as Martin looked up lustfully from beneath his fringe.
“He might enjoy that.” Dave encouraged as he was opening the packaging. The redhead felt a tingle as he imagined the blonde in such position.
“Hmm, maybe later” Martin wooed, biting his lip on the side.
The bowel was placed on the table and Dave sat down again.
“Not having any?”
“No, like you said I have got Mart for dessert, maybe I will cover him in the ice cream and lick it off his naked body.”
The spoon stopped in his mouth and now his cock twitched. Martin was giggling and pulling Dave to his lips, licking around before kissing him. Andy just sank into a memory of how his lips moved as he kissed him, remembering once how he tasted and it was good, very good. He wanted them again to brush his. Dave bent to kiss his neck, Martin tilting and exposed it to the wandering lips, closing his eyes and dramatically pulling a pleasured face. As he opened his eyes Andy was staring, a blob of ice cream sliding off the spoon and about to drop.
“Oh don’t mind us.”
“No it’s ok. I’ll leave you in peace once I have finished, thanks for a lovely meal David.”
“No I won’t hear of that.” Dave said as Martin slid onto his lap and started to gently rock his bottom over his erection, making his words come out a little breathy. “Stay, I promise we will behave, right Mart?”
“Yes.” He kissed up Dave’s neck.
“Unless you’d like to join us?” Dave then said, shooing Martin off of him to put the plates in the dishwasher.
Andy’s face was a picture as he wasn’t sure if he heard him right. The ice cream dropped at that moment, hitting the table as his mouth gaped open and eyes wide. Martin chuckled, Andy half expecting him to point and tell him they had him and laugh at the look on his face.
“A joke, yeah good one boys” He scooped another dollop of dessert and ate it.
But Martin wasn’t smiling, he was gazing and his green eyes now turned dark.
“Joke?” Dave came behind Martin and massaged his shoulders.
“Yes, oh come on guys! I know how you love taking the piss out of me but...”
“A joke, Mart?”
“It is, isn’t it?” Andy looked up again.
“Why? Would you like to hear Martin come again?”
That was it, now he was as hard as a stick of rock, his face turned scarlet and he was slightly sweating.
“What do you think Mart?” Dave nodded his head down for him to look. Martin stood and walked around the table, Andy’s eyes followed him, until he disappeared behind him, now feeling the soft small hands sliding down his chest. The strong scent of his cologne struck again, drowning him in desire as the hands stroked gently. Looking down to see Andy was indeed aroused. Martin gave Dave a prominent nod.
“If this is a joke then you are bloody sick-” Andy’s eyes shot open to glare at Dave watching the display. “-The pair of you.”
The hot breath now licked his ear, the man spoke making him tremble and breathe deeply. “You didn’t answer the question.” He whispered closer. “Do you want to hear me come again?”
His senses were heightened now, all too much as his cock protested, straining in his trouser as the lusty blonde teased him. “Oh god yes!” The words came off his tongue too easily and foolishly. He now hoped he wasn’t being tested. The heat moved away and Martin came back into view. Terror washed over Andy as he looked at the two men opposite. “Shit!” He cursed.
“Relax Red.” The man stiffened in his seat.
“I know how much you enjoyed fucking my man, and I know how much you want his body again and how you lusted after him before that.”
“Oh god, I’m sorry Dave, I promise I won’t touch him ever again.”
The lovers started to laugh. “I think we have tortured him enough eh?”
“It’s alright Red, it’s not a joke, and I just found it in my heart to well... share him with you.”
Andy’s face lit up.
“That’s if you want to?”
“Share?”
“Yeah, maybe we can all be happy right?”
“If you are certain Dave, I don’t want to tread on your toes here, and Martin is ok with it?”
“l tell you what, we will tidy up and you just relax as our guest, think about it, no pressure.”
“Ok.” He was a little shaken by this as he moved to the sofa with his wine, confused maybe, but slightly relieved in a way.
That sexy little blonde walked past him and smiled, his eyes now openly and without worry watched his ass wiggle as he walked. He can have him again and all with consent! Too good to be true maybe, and he wondered why this change of heart all of a sudden?
In the kitchen the affectionate display was going on as they cleared up the dinner things. Dave had his hand on Martin’s ass and was grabbing it playfully, looking back as Andy watched curiously.
“Are you sure?” He asked again and Dave smiled and kissed his lips.
“Positive.”
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