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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
- 16
- 17
- 18
17
“Mart” Dave called as he looked over to the man on the sofa with a silly smile on his face. Martin turned over to his lover, who hoisted himself up and pulled something from his back pocket.
“Got a present for you”
His eyes lit up as he produced a small bag containing some white power. Martin instantly sat up and grinned.
“But I thought..?”
“Well I bumped into Paddy today –him, as usual, prattling about his problems with Kim and talking complete bollocks, and he gave me this.” He waved it from side to side and Martin’s eyes followed eagerly like a cat with a mouse on a string.
“Seems they got some extra baggage they needed to offload.”
“Oh no, not mad Greek Paddy! Dave, you sure it’s kosher? Not full of shit? You know what he’s like for a quick buck.” Andy butted in, a tad unimpressed, and idly stroking Martin’s arm.
“Na its fine, I had some before you guys turned up, its good shit!”
“Are you sure it’s wise Dave? He’s already had a skin full, not to mention the painkillers-”
“That he had over three hours ago and are probably wearing off, besides he’s slept off the wine. Why, you worried it may affect his performance?” He wriggled his eyebrows as he looked over at the blonde for an answer.
“Well, the effects are starting to wear off, I feel a little sore...” He milked, earning a frown from the man next to him.
“…Oh c’mon Red, live a little! He has had a terrible few weeks he deserves a little treat for what he had been through.” Dave stopped as Andy glared at him.
“Oh well if he isn’t up to it because he’s in discomfort we will have to postpone our little game.” He said slyly, hiding the package behind his back.
“Ok ok,” He looked down to Martin’s now semi-hard cock. Martin pulled up his trousers and walked on his knees across the wooden floor to the Candy -C in the bag that was hanging between Dave’s finger and thumb like bait.
He crawled almost seductively, sitting up as he reached what he wanted. Dave pulled it away and demanded a kiss with a pout. Martin rolled his eyes and leaned in closer for a kiss that soon developed into more of a snog. Dave opened his eyes to meet the Andy’s face, less amused now without his play mate.
“Oh come on Red, try it, might loosen you up a little.”
“I don’t do drugs.”
“That’s rich coming from a dealer,” Martin spoke up, now sitting on Dave’s lap as he prepared the junk. A small silver tray that was kept in the drawer was placed on the table, and Dave then pulled a small rectangular piece of thin card that came from a Rizzler packet from the same place and started to cut it, separating it into three lines, one much smaller than the rest.
“Here you can have the tiddler,” He mocked. Andy just gazed down at it.
“No, I ain’t doing it.” He shook his head.
“Ok then suit yourself, just grab us a straw from the kitchen cupboard will you and cut them an inch and a half- you know it goes.” Dave asked, waving him away sternly as he concentrated on the job in hand.
Andy came back with the cut straws, putting them on the table next to the tray. Dave picked up his and so did Mart. The sound of sniffing filled the room as they both snorted their lines, sighing out as the sensation of stinging between their eyes dissipated to a pleasured hum.
“Hmmm.” Martin sighed, resting his head on Dave’s chest.
“Andy you sure you don’t want some? Feels good you know.”
“No.” His reply was more hesitant as he saw the two completely relax in each other’s arms.
“You know it’s a stimulant, he will a rampant little devil all night now.” Dave smiled, taking three cigarettes from the packet of Marlboros, and placing one between Martin’s lips and then his own. The third he chucked over to Red, who caught it perfectly.
“Really?”
“Yes, god yes! He can go all night with a good dose inside him.” A smile slanted on his lips as he sparked up, lighting Martin’s second, and went to chuck it at Andy who had already pulled one from his pocket and held it up to light his ciggy. Dave threw it back on the table with a loud ‘click’ and breathed in the fumes, exhaling noisily. Martin still rested against him, wandering hands now stroking his body again.
Andy watched as he touched him and received a positive reaction as he was moving slowly over his lap, feeling Dave’s hard bulge massaging his bottom. “Horny.” Dave whispered, looking over to Red who was captivated by the writhing blonde. He moved his hands lower and grabbed Martin’s covered hardness, stroking him roughly with his fist. The blondes eyes closed and he panted as he moved in time to the hand.
“Come and give him what he wants.” Dave whispered again, and instantly Andy moved towards the pair, looking over at the tiny line of coke, and then Martin.
To their complete surprise, he scooped a small amount on his fingertip and sucked the powder from it. Andy’s eyes opened wide as he did this, the pleasure soaring through him as the drug hit his bloodstream.
“No shit; is it good!” He breathed out, quickly dabbing another.
“Christ Red!” Dave almost yelled as he took a third and began to coat it around Martin’s plush lips. The pink tongue came about and licked it off with a moan. He coated them again, but before Mart could lick it off his own tongue darted out and licked the coke off his lips, followed by a deep kiss.
They had forgotten about the ice cream that had been discarded, becoming a blob of melted mess on the table. Dave grinned evilly as Martin‘s eyes were still firmly shut, enjoying the hands and lips on him again. Andy stole his thoughts and reached to grab it, covering his fingers in the messy dessert. His gooey hands hit Martin’s hot skin, but this time he was immune to the cold and it just added extra pleasure to the sensation. Andy smeared him with it; then licked it clean, concentrating on his nipple, sucking at it as Martin bucked up and hissed.
Some more coke placed on the tip of the darker man’s tongue, slipped between his lips that was taking in with a sweep, and then covered his lips with his own, dragging and moaning as he kissed his lover. Martin was now deep under a sexual spell, his pupils engulfing his green globes as he opened them. He felt the fingers grabbing him; delving lower over his thighs, up over his balls and then over his shaft again. He wanted to speak -beg for just one, or even both of them, to fuck him, muffling pleasured groans trying to tell him he wanted more.
The taller man now stood up and started to slowly unzip his trousers. His head leant to the side as he watched the delight on the blonde’s face as Dave fondled him. In a slow movement he pulled out his thick, hard cock, kneeling to get a good level and then inviting him to suck it.
“Show him how good you are with that pretty mouth.” Dave muttered into the crook of his neck, lightly coaxing him by pushing his head forward so his lips pressed against the weeping head.
Thrusting forward it glided in easily and Martin was soon sucking the redhead off, who groaned throatily at the sensation. Dave was pushing him more, until his entire length was fully in, moaning as the hands still groped him. He shifted back as the man on his lap arched up, now freeing his own arousal from the confines of his jeans. He quite abruptly pulled down the offending clothing that was covering what he needed, tapped the tip of his cock on the bare skin, sending shockwaves through him. He then grabbed his hip with one hand, curving the long fingers round the bone and carefully directed where he needed him. With the other he coated his shaft with the pre-cum that steadily dripped from the excitement.
Both hands now steadied him and pushed him down on his lap, Martin knowing by the movement what he was doing, so he helped by pushing back towards the long dark haired man. He let out a smothered cry as he felt the man enter him. Soon Dave was hauling him up and down as he fucked him, the blonde’s lips still closed around the cock in his mouth, moaning loudly around it.
Andy’s hands reached down to find the long hard object below him, massaging it slowly, teasing and painfully. Martin’s eyes snapped open as the two -way fucking commenced, eyebrows arching upwards, bouncing on the man underneath and moving his head back and forth, sliding Red’s now saturated, hard piece of flesh in and out of his mouth.
“I’m going to cum in that pretty mouth.” Andy growled, almost close to climaxing “Then it’s my turn to fuck you.”
The dark eyes looked up, the plea for mercy obvious in his face, helpless as he was clamped between two men, his own orgasm threatening as the big hand wanked him. He squeezed his eyes shut, and his cock swelled. Andy let out a loud grunt, feeling ecstasy wash through his body, shaking as he shot his load in the hot mouth, holding his head still so he couldn’t pull away.
“Swallow it, every last bit.” He ordered, looking down in authority. Dave knew now why Martin enjoyed him so much, as he heard Martin’s throat moving as he allowed the hot creamy liquid to run down it. Not a single drop fell from his lips as Andy withdrew and kissed them. “You’re good.” He whispered.
Andy crawled back and watched for a while -Dave pounding upwards into the slight body, Martin digging his nails in to Dave’s thighs as his face told the story of how it felt so good. His mouth was wide open, his eyes closed, and the noises coming out of him were enough to get Andy hard again, sitting back and stroking himself at the performance the two were giving him. Quite surreal really!
It was like a porn film; the pretty blonde getting impaled hard by a rugged looking man, only Martin was male. He was quite feminine, but it made no difference as Andy was actually bisexual anyway.
After a moment he came closer again, seeing how irresistible Mart looked like that; his cock aching to be touched, trying to relieve himself but he was holding himself up on Dave’s legs to prevent himself from toppling, even though Dave’s fingers were firmly clinging to his waist.
He came forward as the strong hand wrapped around him and Andy started to rub him hard, causing Martin to almost scream.
“Come for me.” Andy huffed with the rapid movement. “C’mon Mart. Come.”
With heavy breathing and several elongated moans, eyes open wide, mouthing ‘he was going to come’, Martin jerked forward and shot up over his own chest and flowed down over the hand. His grip clamped on Dave’s skin so hard that the dark haired man winced and groaned in pain.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!” Martin then flopped, exhausted, but Dave was still going at it, falling forwards with him and now he was on his forearms and knees begin banged from behind hard and fast. Dave was puffing and grunting until he flipped back his head, growling loudly, coming inside of him. The trembling bodies fell flat on the cold wood, breathing hard.
“I think we should move to the bedroom,” Dave looked up and grinned from under the mop of hair that almost covered his face. Andy nodded, his eyes lighting up, looking at the heap of Mart’s naked body still lying on the floor panting. Dave was brought out of his daze by the sound of a squeal and then a giggle. Looking up he saw Andy was carrying Martin over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift.
“Dave, help!” Martin played along with kinky little giggles, followed by a slapping sound that echoed around the room as the big hand came firmly down on his bare bottom.
“Ouch!” He squealed again.
“For being so cheeky,” Andy grinned, disappearing into the bedroom with him.
Dave stood, a little light headed, and followed them in. When he had reached the room, Andy was already hovering over the man on the bed. His head turned as Dave stood at the threshold.
“What shall we do with him Dave?” He had a glint of need in his eyes.
Stripping his clothes and then walking to the bed, Dave lay down next to Martin, his hands supporting his head to the side as he smiled, tracing a line down the bare chest of his man.
“Mmmm I dunno, what do you think?” He licked his lips.
Andy wasn’t at all fazed by having another naked man on the bed -in fact he felt overdressed himself. Martin was panting with excitement, the adrenaline rushing through him not only from the contents of his bloodstream, but with sexual anticipation.
“I know what I want to do.” The bigger man said, dipping down and sweeping his tongue over Martin’s hard nipples, still careful to avoid his wound. Martin shuddered and whimpered.
“What would that be?” Dave teased, finding his erection awakening again.
“Mmmmmm.” Andy now brushed his lips over the ones beneath him that parted to let his tongue in, exploring in a deep kiss. “Fuck him senseless.” He broke away.
“Well, go ahead.” Dave now walked to the dresser chair, moving it to the side so he could have a front row view. Andy was already touching him, every inch of his body covered with caresses and kisses.
Dave was utterly surprised as the redhead didn’t hesitate to take Martin in his own mouth and started to suck and lick him up and down the shaft. Small hands reached up and grabbed the metal headboard, pulling it towards him, moaning like crazy, though maybe a little over done to please him.
“He’s good, he’s hot, oh yeah he likes that.” Dave purred, now stroking himself, slowly to gain momentum.
“Not finished with you yet.” Andy then moved up to look in his eyes.
In one quick movement Martin was rolled hard onto his stomach. The strong hands gripped his hips to pull him up, and Andy dug in his fingernails causing Martin to yelp and wince a little from being manhandled. Dave was a little dismayed about this.
“Rule2.” He then spoke in his firm tone. “You don’t hurt him. If I see something I don’t like and he’s in any discomfort then I will call code Blue and you stop. Understand?” He pointed, being deadly serious. Andy knew he had to follow his rules and nodded a compliant ‘yes’. The man in the chair nodded and sat back, continuing to masturbate while watching the two on the bed.
The long strip up Martin’s back was coated in a hot, damp sensation, going from his tailbone to between his shoulders, and he gasped, letting out a genuine noise of pleasure. Again Andy moved downwards over his buttocks, then in-between them, stroking over his entrance, tasting the salty texture from where the man before had been.
Martin tilted up his head, and whimpered softly. Andy then glided upwards again after soaking him with his own lubricant. This time he reached the back of his neck and Martin’s head dropped as he clung onto the bars tightly.
“Oh god!” He breathed.
“Yeah, you got his most sensitive spot,” Dave commentated from the left. Andy wished he would just shut up and let him get on with it. It was a bit of a passion killer, having someone just narrate all the time. Nevertheless he ignored him and started to attack his nape, Martin squeezing the metal bars panting rapidly.
“Beg for it.” Andy cooed in his ear, then licked over it and nibbled his lobe that had a sleeper through it.
“F-u-c-k.” Martin started. “Oh god, do it to me, do it. FUCK ME!” The frustration was evident in his voice.
Andy grinned; he wasn’t going to give in that easily. He sat back up and started to peel away his colourful T-shirt, then let his own hot skin press heavily on the slim body under his. He let his fingers tease him, skittering over his sides, up over his armpits, over the strong biceps and then wrists where he clasped and held him, rocking his own hard on over the bare humps of his ass.
“Oh god Martin,” He drew breath between his teeth. “I’m going to enjoy fucking you, oh yes, over and over again.”
He now slipped the designer glasses from his face and popped them on the side, slipping out of his trousers; then throwing them on the floor. He bathed his cock in-between Martin cheeks, thrusting and playing until Martin begged. With several more pushes Martin gave in, yelling out demandingly.
“Fuck me Andy please, I can’t take anymore! I’m going to cum over the sheets in a minute!”
The fingers now grabbed his locks and pulled back his head, though gentler than he wanted as the watchful eyes still loomed over him.
“I want to hear you again, but not yet.” Andy whispered into his ear.
Dave sat and watched with interest, it was turning him on. ‘Andy you kinky sod,’ He thought as he fisted himself, but at the same time he was concerned for his lover who was under the dominant force, and now had his head pulled back in the hands that clasped his hair. He let it go for now and waited until he was totally uncomfortable with his treatment, even though he knew Martin loved it.
In a few short thrusts Andy pushed in, slowly, sliding himself inside Martin inch by inch. The blonde twisted and cried out as the last final section filled him.
“Argh Andy!” He cried, almost as if he were in pain. He was considerably thicker than Dave and Martin could sure enough feel it!
Steady thrusts now came as he held on to his waist and hoisted up his hips to get further inside. Martin writhed on the bed, moaning in a high pitched cry. Red pumped harder, Martin groaned louder and now he was being fucked ruthlessly. In the depth of his spell he felt his hair move as the breeze blew over him. Opening his eyes he saw Dave’s familiar dark ones, his hand smoothing his curls from his damp forehead.
“Alright?” He asked quietly, making sure he wasn’t in pain or that Red was doing something to make Martin feel distressed.
The smile on Martin’s lips and the desire in his eyes put him at ease and he kissed him softly, then deeper, moving with the jolts coming from behind him as the redhead grunted and panted and fucked his lover. He started to stroke himself again, but this time it was over his face that he was aiming to shoot his seed. Martin’s eyes fluttered as a wave hit him, filling him as Andy climaxed, the hot spurt sprinkled over his skin and all over his behind, bringing back memories a second time as he froze with a look of terror on his face. ‘That monster did that to me!’
But Dave was oblivious as he was now pumping his own cock, the body on the bed moved on to his back so Andy could work on him, taking Martin in his hand and stroking him. With a groan Dave was next and he came all over Martin’s cheeks and lips, the creamy liquid sliding down his chin as he finished.
“C’mon pretty boy, cum for me, I wanna hear you scream for me.” Andy was chanting, his clammy body now moving up so he could study Martin’s reaction’s and catch his expression when he did.
Martin shook and pulled at Dave’s shoulder as he let out an almighty “Ahhhhhhh! FUCK!!- I’M- IM CUMING!!!” Bucking up it was followed by the hot flow of spunk, like an erupting volcano his fluids shot up as he then groaned deeply, his body trembling violently from the aftermath.
Not long after, he was sandwiched between heated bodies, in sleep, comforted and wrapped in their arms protectively. ‘A wonderful place to be’ He thought as he drifted away, soft caresses from his lovers still stroking his shoulder even though he was sleeping.

At 2am whispers of dirty talk and Martin’s whimpers filled the darkened room, waking Dave from his sleep.
“Jesus guys, what is it, the third time now?”
“Four.” The voice of his boyfriend quietly uttered as Andy was shagging him in the missionary position. The bodies moving made the covers slowly drift off the king sized bed, making the man next to them shiver with the cold. Dave shook his head and got out of bed to have a cigarette, slipping his shorts on before turning around to see the movements increasing and his boyfriend moaning louder.
He turned on the light, eyes squinting as he felt around for the packet that was still on the coffee table, not far from the puddle of goo that used to be ice cream.
“Ah fuck, cleaners gonna love us.” He cursed, sitting down and lighting up. Leaning back he smiled as he heard the two next door fucking like rabbits.
In a sleepy daze he looked around, focussing in on a phone that sat on the arm of the sofa, tempting him to just find out what this man had been up to. Deceitful maybe, but as a partner he had the right to know what had been going on. Shifting forward he made sure that the two were still going at it in the next room as it went quiet for a time, but then Martin groaned and he knew it was safe. Slowly he picked up the phone, muting any sound the buttons would make when he touched them.
First he scrolled through the call list, finding nothing unusual just: Mum, Sarah, restaurant, his brother, an old friend, Rich! Joe, and Jon of course. Dave sighed, feeling his heart pounding in his chest, worried he could be caught out, but then he found ‘received calls’ and the name ‘Boss’ among them. Dave frowned as he had a feeling it was Alan, but again there was nothing suspicious as he had him as a contact anyway. But what would he be calling about? Maybe the meeting on Wednesday? Which he still hadn’t told Martin about yet.
He swallowed as he found ‘messages’, feeling pretty awful about snooping on Andy’s phone like this, it wasn’t right. He looked at the list and nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard footsteps. Quickly he pressed ‘back’ to the main screen and put it back on the couch, stubbing out his cigarette as the bathroom door closed. By the sound of the steps he knew it was Andy, so now he wanted to take his chance of a moment with his man to have a chat.
As he pushed the door open the scent of sweat, sweet vanilla and cum filled the room. Martin was on his side with a satisfied smile on his lips.
“Hey sweetheart. Dave climbed in next to him and Martin turned to look at him. “You ok?”
“Yeah I’m good.” Martin replied in a soft, subdued voice.
“Good, cos I wouldn’t want you to be uneasy about this.”
“No it’s good, all good.” He snuggled into his chest and closed his eyes with a yawn.
“We got to get up sharpish tomorrow; Jean is coming to clean remember, Monday.”
“Oh god, what would you think her reaction would be to see the three of us in bed together?” He giggled at the thought.
“I don’t know, probably be embarrassed enough to never set foot here again. No, she’s good lady and I’d like to keep her.”
“Yeah, better set the alarm, I could sleep for a week.”
As Dave reached for the digital alarm clock, Andy came back into the room and climbed in the other side of the bed.
“Things ok?” He asked, spooning Martin from behind.
“Yeah but I think you have worn him out.” Dave smirked, replacing the clock on the bedside table.
“Aw, still a few hours yet, he might wake up and beg for more.”
“Get over yourself Andy!” He slipped down and kissed Martin’s cheek.

Red just laughed and wrapped his arms tighter around the form curled in front of him
“Got one horny little boyfriend there.”
“Hmm he has an appetite alright. Now shut up and get some sleep, got to get up early cos Jean is cleaning tomorrow.”
The room fell silent as the three slept, light snores already coming from Martin as he was just so exhausted.
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