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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
- 15
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They all sat round the lounge casually drinking the rest of the wine. Martin was shuffling around trying to get comfortable, but the constant throb of pain shot through him every time he moved.
“You ok love?” Dave asked, now getting irritated as he was fidgeting all the time.
“Just hurts.” He groaned.
“Here.” Dave reached into his pocket and pulled out the pills, taking one out and waving it in front of his mouth. “Open.”
Martin did so and the pink pill was placed on his tongue and he was fed some wine to wash it down.
“Wine and drugs?” Andy shook his head, not approving.
“Hey just one, and the wine will help too.”
“Thanks.” Mart now rested back and leant his head on Dave’s shoulder.
Andy was thinking the whole time about what they had said; feeling a little weird that Dave had even contemplated anything of the sort. Was it a trick?
He thought long and hard, staring over at Martin as he looked adorable just sitting there, resting on Dave’s shoulder. “He looks exhausted.” He observed, tilting his head to the side to get a better look at his sweet face.
When he was like this his boyish features prominently showed, making him look so much younger than he was, and vulnerable. Other times he had a masculine appearance; the neatly trimmed sideburns and light stubble, a man of thirty-three when they were professionals, and the trio together looking like they meant business when walking the street dressed in black, eyes covered in dark screens. Like something from a Tarantino film.
“Yes.” Dave combed the curls from his forehead, and a light smile formed on the blonde’s lips -he was pretending to be asleep once woken by the touch.
“Have you thought about what we were offering?” Dave asked with a serious tone.
“Yes, nothing else, and to be honest I’m a little shocked by this surprise.”
Dave chuckled “Well you were pretty brave just confessing, either brave or stupid.”
“Stupid Dave, bloody stupid. I could have lost you both as friends.”
“Then why say anything? He narrowed his eyes.
“Because you are my friends and it wasn’t fair on you or Martin to do this. I value our friendship and I have already told you that, even if it meant losing the both of you.”
“That’s sweet Andy.”
But Andy knew it was to save his own skin. This was getting in too deep and he wanted to tell Wilder the deal was off, for them all. His feet were already stuck in the sinking mud, and if he agreed then he would sink further and drown. He had to play it cool, although it was just sex, pleasure, what harm could that do? He wasn’t going to marry them was he! And his desires were already overcoming him as remembering the husky, lustful voice of Martin close to his ear. His breath hitched as he recalled every word. ‘You want to hear me come again?’
“Yes.” He closed his eyes feeling his cock stir, light headed from the wine, making his senses more sensitive.
“That is a yes then?” The voice made his eyes snap open. He watched Martin’s eyes flutter as he slept, so irresistible to him that he nodded without a single thought.
“Ok, stay over, more time to bail out if you get cold feet.” Dave beamed and winked. Andy complied with a nod.
“There will be some rules though.”
“Of course,” Andy stood up and turned around causing Dave to ask him the question as he headed for the front door.
“Where are you going?”
Andy stopped and turned his head. “I need some air, clear my head; think it over. It’s not an easy decision Dave. I know I have agreed but I need to evaluate it, is that ok?”
“Sure take as long as you need, Martin and I will be here. Besides, my angel needs his strength.” He kissed his cheek and Martin stirred with a little moan. Andy smiled and moved out the flat. As soon as he reached the outside he pulled out his mobile.
“Alan deals off.”
The Boss skulked around his office, face like thunder as the man on the other end of the phone had decided to fuck him about, waiting for an explanation as to why he had had a change of heart. “What do you mean the deals off?” His voice was harsh and cold. “Do you realise how much I have stuck my neck out to save your precious boy? And you just decide out of the fucking blue to change your mind?! No Andrew, I will not go back now, Dave owes me far too much.” He banged his fist on the desk in a tempter.
“I can’t do it anymore, the guilt is killing me.”
“Then maybe you shouldn’t have bothered intervening with McGiffen’s ploy and just let him die. I would have you shot with him, put you both out of your misery.”
The words waved through his heart down to his gut. He felt sick, like someone had punched him there. “But you warned me, you told me to go.”
“I know, maybe I was feeling generous that day, but today I’m feeling a little less concerned about whether he lived or died. I want David not him.”
“I want Martin.” Andy whined.
“Then the deal goes on. You get Martin away from him, I get Dave to join the team and he is as good as yours. Dave, he has already committed, unknowingly I assume-” He hoped Andy hadn’t squealed through weakness. “-And so have you. You go back and I swear you will both regret you were ever born.”
Andrew swallowed; he knew never to cross him. He was unpredictable, had a split personality. If he was in a good mood then you can sleep safely in your bed, but catch him in on bad day, then you had better turn to god and pray. He was the Boss of a syndicate, from drugs, counterfeit to murder, yet had never been linked to various incidents, that had occurred over the years of ‘missing persons’ that were put down to insiders of a criminal community. He was well respected man, a dandy if you like. He owned a local Strip club in Soho, and had never been seen as suspicious, or even known as an inside drugs baron. Nevertheless you should never cross his path -you could be dead or in the frame, clever cunning and highly dangerous. The Fox some may call him.
“Yes Boss I understand.”
“Good man. I will see Dave on Wednesday. I presume you have notified him?”
“Yes I have, but we haven’t discussed anything today. Being Sunday an- all.” He grinned, hoping he would lighten his mood.
“Just get him here, and the Blondie is as good yours. I will work on Dave. I have my own strategy for getting him to comply.” He chuckled evilly, sweeping his gelled hair back with his hands.
“Don’t let me down.”
The phone then cut off with a dooming low tone. Andrew sighed deeply and closed his eyes. “I am so sorry guys, I really am. If only I could fix this, but it is too late.”

Back at the flat Martin was waking up. The eyes of his lover gazed at him, watching his chest rise and fall evenly as he slept, not having the heart to move him even though his bladder needed to be emptied.
“Hey sweetheart, feeling better?”
“A little.” Martin pulled himself up and suddenly felt the cold as the heat left his side.
“Where’s Andy?” He looked around and rubbed his sleepy eyes, head spinning a little from the cocktail, but feeling relaxed.
“Oh just gone for a walk, to think you know.”
“Oh.” He licked his dry lips and was handed a glass. He looked at the man suspiciously.
“Trying to get me drunk?” He smiled, taking it.
“No, just thought it would help with the pain.”
“Well I feel a little pissed already, and dazed.” He blinked quickly.
Dave laughed, knowing he was probably stoned again, but it was fine and was doing a good job as Mart felt the pain fade into a dull numbness now.
“Wha’s the time?” He slurred groggily.
“Just gone 5,” Dave answered, getting up to used the toilet. The knocking caught his ears just as he walked through the door.
“Get that will you, I’m gonna pee myself. It’s probably Andy.” He bounced on his toes.
“Red!” The voice called behind the door. Martin chuckled at his habit to be secure every single time.
“Hi.” The slight man said, looking angelic. Andy stood still and just smiled shyly at him.
“Oh, hi Mart.” He walked past him as Martin opened the door fully to let him in.
“Where’s your beau?” He asked, seeing Dave’s presence wasn’t about.
The toilet flushed as Martin thumbed towards the door than sniggered and blushed shyly. Andy just nodded, not really knowing what to do now. It was like he had only just met them both and was invited over for the first time. Both men looked around in awkwardness then a familiar face came into view.
“Hi there, you want another drink?” Dave asked, taking the bottle of chardonnay from the fridge.
“Love one.” Andy almost breathed out, like he was holding his breath.
Back in the lounge Dave and Martin snuggled up together, Andy sitting opposite on the two seated sofa, gulping the wine. There was a little tense aura around, and they all sensed it, the conversation lessening with it.
“Is he alright?” He then asked, looking at Martin who was spaced out and had a slanted smile on his lips.
“Yes, just relaxed.” He winked.
Andy propped himself up, “Told you not to mix the drugs with drink.” He lectured.
“Still not as crapulent as he usually looks.” He joked, trying to break the ice with some banter.
“Thanks a lot Andy,” Martin retorted, a little offended.
“Just kidding Mart, that coke was doing you no good with the heavy drinking.”
“He’s eating well now though.” His lover pulled him to his chest and kissed the mop that tickled his chin.
“What’s with you two all of a sudden?” Martin frowned, lifting his head from Dave’s body.
“We care about you Mart, that’s all.”
“After something more like.”
Dave and Andy exchanged a look, seems it wasn’t as easy as they thought it would be.
“So what if I am?” A finger trailed down his slender long neck.
“We” Andy piped up causing Dave to look and give him a sparkle of approval.
“You not hot in that Mart?” Dave tugged his jumper.
Martin just flicked his eyes to him in a look that said he knew he was angling for something. “Nooooooooo!” He was playing hard to get, seeing Andrew’s anticipatory glare burn over his body.
“Yeah, well I bet I can get you hot enough to get you to remove it.”
“Yeah?” His face leaned closer to his, softly blinking as the hot breeze brushed his lips.
“Yeah,” The last whisper before he slowly sucked his bottom lip, pulling then letting it fall back.
Again he pulled and let go, then Martin came closer in and folded his full cushions over his, lids slowly dropping as he kissed him tenderly, almost displaying in full detail in slow-motion to the watching redhead. The two made out in front of him; Martin’s tongue darted into Dave’s mouth, slowly exploring the slither almost audible. Then his eyes opened and aimed a salutary look over to Andy, who was sitting mesmerized at his technique, desperate to have a taste himself of those luscious lips.
Dave broke away to breathe and joined in the eye contact, letting his hand now hold his jaw to bring him back to his lips. The hand now trailed down over Martin’s neck, the lips not long in joining them, pecking and sucking possessively.
Martin’s eyebrows arched, mouth opening and letting out pleasured sharp short ragged pants as his sensitive erogenous zones were tantalized. Andrew watched closely, feeling his own arousal almost painful tug at him, wanting to run his hands over the impressive bulge between his legs. Dave’s fingers crawled lower over his chest, then even lower, a smile creeping on his lips again as he looked over to him, before he moved it over Martin’s now clad erection and squeezed gently. Martin let out a little moan, the palm now stroking and moulding around his hard length, the body that it owned arched upwards with the touch.
The kiss crept up his neck again and Martin fell back on his elbows, letting his lover take him. The blue orbs studied freely the writhing form on the sofa, his jaw dropping as he literally gawped and drooled over him. His hands shook as they resisted the urge not to delve down and touch his own arousal at the sight of Martin in such a position. The dark pools locked with his again, the grin sprawled as the tongue purposely teased his lovers jawline.
“Don’t you want to taste him?” Dave crooned with an evil smirk. The smaller fingers now raked through his long dark hair, messing it up. A curious eye opened to see Red sitting, legs open, with a blatant hard on and uttering a ‘yes.’
“Are you hot enough Mart?” Dave then whispered, tugging up the clothing and the body lifted to grant access. The plump lips then glided down to the exposed taut tummy that rippled in delight.
His hands roamed the soft skin, pulling upward to unveil Martin’s slender torso.
Andy watched in awe as the body he wanted so much was peeled from the jumper, now the small erect pecks showing as it was torn from his perfect form. Dave continued to touch and kiss him all over, not noticing another presence nearby, the heat radiating from it as the blue shielded irises skimmed over his lover.
“He loves being touched.” Dave uttered, lips pressing over his chest. “Touch him Andy.” He raised his head and sternly looked over to him.
“Rule 1: you do not touch me understand?”
Andy gave an understanding nod and his shaky fingers hovered over him, the heat already reaching them, before brushing the tips over the soft skin of Martin’s stomach; then followed a line of dark blonde hair that went from his navel and disappeared under the waistline of the trousers. His breath rattled as he moved further up, caressing him gently, only to get the reaction he wanted. Martin let out a groan from between his clasped lips.
“Good he likes that, look.” Dave motioned to the face that expressed pleasure.
His heart thumped harder as the he moaned again, the gentle brush over his nipple caused him to make the sound, and circled movements encouraged him, so Andy increased the pressure and rubbed over the hard nub.
“Oh he’s steaming Red; you are working on him good.”
“Mmmmmmmmmmm,” Martin moaned again, feeling the hot breath against his skin then the soft touches travel over him. Dave took his mouth with his and kissed him deeply, letting his tongue explore, muffled whimpers breezing into his mouth as he stifled them. The larger hands now stroked over him, the two combined sensations caused his body to move upwards, hands and lips all over him, the wet trail running downwards, lapping around his belly button.
“Did someone mention ice cream?” Andy said, lifting his head.
The tummy then jiggled in laughter.
“Trust you Andrew.” Martin giggled, still crushed with his lover’s lips.
“Always thinking with his stomach,” Dave then joined in the chuckling. “You wanna taste his lips first?”
“Oh yes!”
Dave moved away and the redhead crawled over him, the green desirable eyes looked back, eagerly waiting. He stared for a long time before bending down, Martin making the first move by reaching up and brushing his lips from side to side, eyes following before clasping the lips between his.
“Oh Mart,” The man murmured and closed them over his, stroking softly and delicately.
Moaning in his mouth he lowered his body closer, touching almost; then remembering he was hurt and lifting a little distance away from the area. He kissed the fair man passionately, enjoying every moment, his taste; his scent. His cock dug into Martin’s thigh and rubbed urgently against it, feeling at the same time Mart’s hardness on his own. Their gaze captured each others for a moment.
“You alright?” Andy asked. Mart just smiled and blinked.
A cough made them aware that Dave was standing behind them. As they looked up he was grinning, with three quarters of a packet of vanilla ice cream in his hand.
“Requested?”
They all laughed. “Yeah!” Andy’s eyes lit up.
“Ooh no!” Martin squeezed his eyes and winced playfully.
Carefully Dave peeled back the cardboard and knelt next to them. Andy slid down and watched as Dave drew the cold dessert all over his hot skin like a crayon, melting it right away. The body jumped and the voice squealed as it made contact.
“Ah that’s fuckin freezing!” But then he relaxed and moaned as a hot tip licked over and lapped it up.
“That good Mart?” Dave asked, watching his reaction. Andy’s tongue zigzagged up and down his body where the ice cream had been applied, working down his tummy again and grinning as he thought of somewhere else he would like to lick or even suck it from.
Dave got the gist and nodded, and at the prompt Andy slipped down his trousers and underwear. The hard length bobbed up and he couldn’t help but stare as he had never seen it before. Felt it yes, but not seen. It was lean but long, pretty much in proportion of his build. The skin was darker than the rest of him, but it looked good enough to taste without the aid of the creamy dessert.
      “You just gonna stare or you gonna suck him?” Dave raised an eyebrow.
Martin looked down then bumped his head back on the arm of the sofa as the hot sensation filled his senses.
“Yeah that’s good, get him horny.” Dave closed his eyes, getting hot himself as he watched, rubbing his own cock under the jeans.
Only a short taste and he let him free from his mouth, taking the wrapped food and with a mischievous smile, smothering the cold stuff over his shaft. Martin literally jumped and gasped, groaning again as the tongue glided up from base to head, licking off the ice cream with a hum.
He now moved to the side, and Dave frowned.
“I wanna taste his lips again.”
Dave nodded and moved down, greedily sliding Martin’s cock into his mouth, the sweet cream coated his lips at it gathered as he sucked him clean. Martin moaned and gripped his head, as another pair of lips covered his and now his cries were stifled with a devouring kiss. Hands and lips covered him, and he was unable to take much more. Dave pulled back- he didn’t want him to come too soon, so he let his cock pop out and watched as Andy touched and kissed him all over. The blonde’s pleasured moans became louder.
Sitting back on the floor he grabbed the wineglass from the table and observed for a while. He felt comfortable with his man touching and kissing another, strangely enough. It was exciting and fucking hot! His own sexual needs called from his crotch, aching to be free and in that hot sweet mouth.
Feeling a little unsure as Dave was playing voyeur, Andy turned his head, only to be greeted with his lust filled eyes. Dave was drinking with one hand and rubbing his own stiff length with the other. “How does he taste And?”
“Vanilla,” He replied dreamily. Martin just giggled.
“Well it’s not vanilla sex, that’s for sure!” Dave joked light-heartedly.
“So, saying our sex life is boring David?” A little voice called from under the bigger man.
“Of course not! I could never get bored of you.”
“Mmmm! Me neither.” The redhead groaned, covering him with ferocious pecks over his neck. “He’s so hot.”
“Yeah he is.” Dave said. “Yes.”

At head office the phone call was made -something had to be done soon.
“Yes, get me Mr K now!” He demanded.
It went silent then a voice answered on the other side.
“Plan Seize is on. I will have a visitor on Wednesday, late afternoon. He shan’t be leaving without an answer. If he declines I want your boys to go in and bring him here.”
“Yes Boss.” The other man said obediently and subdued.
“Good, I will distract the other; get him out of the building whilst you seize him.” He grinned and looked in his full length mirror in his bedroom. Several jackets hung up on the wardrobe door as he decided which to choose for his big day.
“I will notify you when my guest arrives.” He smoothed down the dark blue jacket.
“Yes Boss.” The call ended and he then returned to his reflection, a smarmy grin on his lips, and he pulled the black jacket to his body with a satisfied nod.
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