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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
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He walked through the doors, dread soaring through him, his body shaking. The back of his shirt clung to his back with sweat as he faced the two men standing in front of him. He had been summoned that afternoon, to Club Noir. He really didn’t care for it much; the atmosphere had a dark ambiance of violence.
“I’m here to see Mr Wilder.” He could barely speak through the tension.
It could have been worse; he could have only gotten four feet from his home until he was flat on the floor, or even in his own bed, but he had been called, and Wilder was here running through some paperwork in his office.
The taller man nodded and turned, the other twin cocking his head for him to follow and so he walked with them, every step from his black polished shoes echoing in a dreadful dull clap. He recalled Martin speaking of the men that had assisted him to the office. He eyed them carefully as he walked behind them.
“Come.” A voice called from behind the door as the shorter of the two knocked lightly. Opening the door he let him in, and he stopped a few feet from the desk, the thundering noise of the doors closing behind him loud in his ears.
His head was still down as he continued writing with the stylish parker pen. He hadn’t looked up once as he heard the man come into the office. He then breathed deeply, clearing his throat before speaking. “I don’t want excuses Andrew.” He suddenly spoke in a deep voice, before Andy could even open his mouth.
“No sir.” He gulped and pulled down his neckline with his fingers.
“Or fidgeting,” Alan heard his actions and stopped writing, a smirk forming on the side of his lips.
“You called for me?” Andy decided to just keep it short and calm.
“Yes I did.” He now looked up and quirked an eyebrow. “It hasn’t escaped my knowledge that you are getting cold feet about this.”
“Cold feet sir? No, why would I, if all I need to do is get Dave to you tomorrow?”
“Yes.” Wilder pouted and chewed on the end of the pen. “You are extremely nervous for something so simple Andrew and I fear you have done something very silly.”
“Me sir? No.” He swallowed hard and looked down at his feet.
“You are lying.” The man stood and walked over to the redhead, circling him a few times before he wiped his hand down the centre of his back then rubbed his fingers together. “Sweating Andrew?”
“Well, it is hot...”
“Oh no, in here it’s cool. See those?” He pointed to the celling where the grates filtered in the cold air, making the room fresh and cool.
“Yes I do Sir, its air conditioning.” It almost sounded sarcastic, so he quickly adapted his story. “It’s because I hurried to make your appointment.” He grinned but Wilder remained straight-faced, staring into the twitching blue eyes. The vein in his neck pulsed erratically as the icy pale gaze stared him down.
“If I find out to are fibbing to me Andy-”
“No sir, it’s simple; I just thought I had done something to offend you sir.”
“Not yet, but your friends are smart and I wondered if they have any idea of what it is I desire.”
“No sir, just Dave’s appointment with you tomorrow, which he comes at 4-” He found his words coming out quick between sharp breaths. Alan narrowed his eyes in an intimidating manner. “All they know, I swear.”
“What of the blonde, he knows something. I can sense it.”
“No sir.”
As Alan moved, Andy focused on the desk in front of him. There was only one big office in the club, and when Wilder wasn’t around Mr Kenneth occupied his seat, acting as manager. The others were just for lesser business. His stomach knotted as a terrible image suddenly came into his mind. This was the very place Martin had been cruelly violated. He could almost hear his screams and pleas as that beast had him, right there in front of his eyes.
“Andrew?” A harsher clipped tone of his name being called broke the thoughts, and he shook his head, seeing the Boss glancing towards him and then the desk with a frown.
“I- I’m sorry.” He stammered, still unable to take his eyes off the wooden surface.
The footsteps paced closer, and again he was faced by the brilliant blue eyes, glared down at him.
“I do hope you are not lying to me. I know how you feel for him, I know he had been here and I saw your fear and concern as you entered this room. But what happened here wasn’t anything concerning me, and I assure you that the man was dealt with for his brash actions.”
A wave of nausea hit him and he swallowed hard as he closed his eyes, the image still haunting him. Suddenly he felt dizzy and faint, and controlling his own breath was becoming difficult, as he tried not to show any weakness to the man in charge. “Is that all you wanted to see me for?” He asked, hoping he would be dismissed and could then run out in the street to throw up.
“Yes, that will be all.” Andy breathed out as The Boss turned his back on him, then he walked backwards to the doors. “Oh and Fletcher?”
“Yes Sir?”
“If I find out you are being dishonest I’ll have your balls on a skewer, ok?” He smiled quite inanely, his lips pressed thin.
“Yes sir.”
He waited at least until he was out of view of the dreadful building before bumping against the wall and tilting back his head, exhaling the longest breath he had ever done in his life. Martin was right; they had been in the Miller’s Arms that night he had been working. He suspected they were spies, making sure he hadn’t squealed -but was it down to Alan, or was it Kermit who had sent them to watch him? For his benefit to brown nose The Boss? To gain points somehow? To double cross him and to have him out? Did he want Martin?
The questions stayed in his thoughts until he arrived in Stratford.

In the apartment Dave was tidying up some magazines he had bought for Martin as he rested. He grumbled as the knock startled him, causing one to slip from his hands and flap open on the floor.
“Oh hang on.” He moaned, picking it up and placing it on the pile under the table.
“Red.” The shaky voice called from behind the door.
“What do you want?” Dave snarled, close to the pale wood.
“We need to talk. Martin wasn’t being paranoid Dave the two men were at the pub.”

Rolling his eyes Dave unlocked the door and let the man push past him without a single word. He had his back to him as Dave looked over, but he could tell something wasn’t right by the way his shoulders were hunched and the dark patch blotting his shirt where he was sweating so much.
“Jesus Red, you been running a marathon or something?” He joked, trying to get a reaction from him. As Andy turned his face dropped, the blue eyes filled with fear as he stared back.
“Red?” He searched him with an inaudible question.
“I just had an appointment with Alan at Club Noir, seems Martin is being watched.”
He was uncertain that The Boss was behind it, but it was enough to throw his friends off the scent that he was part of something they suspected to be a conspiracy. It worked as Dave shook his head. “Why would Alan watch him?”
“Maybe he is planning another attack.”
“Keep your voice down!” Dave waved then pushed him by the dining room table and bent in to listen for more. “Are you sure, you said he was safe?”
“Yes I know, and I was certain, but his need for you is much greater than I thought. I wouldn’t be surprised if- oh god Dave, have you got a drink or something?” He stumbled back almost knocking the chair with him. A glass of whiskey was thrust in in front of him, and he took it, draining the liquid in one go. He wiped his mouth then handed it back to Dave, who immediately poured another. “Thanks.” He wiped his damp forehead with a handkerchief he kept in his pocket.
“But I don’t understand.”
“He wants you to take it Dave, sign up, and he knows you are going to decline.”
“Did you tell him that?”
“Yes, but he wouldn’t have any of it.” The lie scorched his tongue, but he had to do something to clear himself from shit.
“Then I have no choice but to go through with the meeting. I can’t risk Mart again, not again. Fuck no! He’s been through enough already.”
“Ok, but you must tell him yourself, don’t involve me.”
“Huh?”
“Ever heard of shooting the messenger?”
“Yes I have, shit!”
“Well that’s me, it’s all I am, a messenger.” Andy sighed deeply and drained the second glass.
“I’m sorry we doubted you Andy, it’s just been so crazy, ya know?”
“Yes I do know Dave, and today I faced some pretty nasty insights.” He glanced up, hoping he would catch the hint. Dave’s eyebrows fell as he did. “Look I really am sorry for all this, I didn’t know. I was a fucking prick for getting involved and risking so much between us all.” He leaned back and closed his eyes.
The hand of his friend smoothed his shoulder and he was greeted once again by his friendly smile. He had managed to get out of it once again.
“I think we need to keep an eye out, protect Martin yeah?” He went on, pushing for trust.
“Well I need you to be here tomorrow whilst I’m away for my appointment, will you?”
“Of course I will, I won’t take my eyes off him.”
“Yeah I know that.” Dave bantered with a small shake of his head.
“No seriously, I won’t. I promise.” The two locked eyes then quickly averted them as Martin walked through the door, half asleep and hair tousled.
“Hey go back to bed.” His lover rushed over and kissed him lightly, but the eyes looked another way.
“What’s he doing here?” Martin growled.
“Its-”
“No, let me.” Andy came over and stood close to him, Martin visibly flinching as he caught his body heat. “It’s ok. I’m so sorry I think there was a misunderstanding. You were right, they were there last night I saw his men today.”
“You believe me now then?” Martin folded his arms.
“Yes, I just got back from seeing The Boss. The two men that you described, they were there and yes I know them. Gordeno Twins, tough fucking bodyguards too, wouldn’t want to mess with them.”
Martin became rigid again and Dave scowled at his lack of sensitivity.
“Anyway, I wouldn’t worry. We are here, right red?” He elbowed him as his eyes drifted over Martin’s body.
“Yes of course I will be here to watch over you.”
“Don’t treat me like a fucking child, I don’t need a babysitter. I told you that! I will be fine here on my own.”
“Ok maybe not then.” Dave shrugged, not wanting to cause him any worry that he could be in trouble again.
“Look, I can be here if you want me to be, but if you are-”
“What Andrew?” Martin turned with anger on his face.
“Ok have it your way, but you call me right?” Andy pointed as he dangled his keys from his hand -he wasn’t in the mood for one of Martin’s strops.
“Please Mart.” Dave coaxed. “Let him stay. It will make me feel better knowing you will be safe.”
“Safe with him? You’re having a laugh. Oh alright, but I know I will be ok, I can’t see what can happen now.” He sulked stubbornly, wanting to prove he was capable of handling himself.
“Being followed?”
“Andy! More decorum please, he’s had enough shocks.”
“Sorry! We won’t leave the flat Mart, we’ll stay in, watch films, eat pizza whatever you like.”
Martin’s eyes switched between them and then he turned to go back to bed, grumbling under his breath.
“Sorry Red, he’s confused.”
“I know and I can’t blame him after what’s happened.”
“I’m sure he will come around, just talk to him and be a little more sensitive.”
Andrew nodded as Dave fetched his jacket to get some supplies. In Martin’s state he couldn’t bring himself to leave him alone. “Popping out, got to see a man about a dog.” He winked.
“Ok Dave Business as usual then?” Andy smiled, feeling the old ways returning, but still the danger loomed as they had to be extra vigilant.
“Yep”
Once Dave had left, Andy slowly walked to the small hallway, knocking lightly out of politeness.
It was quiet so he took it as a positive sign to push the door open.
“Mart?” He whispered, seeing a covered lump in the bed. He stepped closer with caution; the heavy breaths struggled under the duvet.
“Piss off!” The heap then snapped.
“Don’t be like this Martin.” His tone was strong, harsh and cold.
“Like what? Not trusting you? Not knowing if you are a friend or part of this fucked up organisation? What Andy, being unsure and scared? Fuck.”
“Grow up will you? This isn’t going to get any better.” Andy stood close to the bed and leered over him.
The covers flew back and the bare-chested man shot up, his face enraged, cheeks flushed. “Don’t you dare tell me how to feel when I was-”
“What, shot twice? Oh change the record.”
Martin’s mouth then gapped open, not believing what a complete bastard Andy was being. His heart thundered in his chest and his ears until his blood boiled. “You certainly hang the fiddle on the outside of the door don’t you Red?” He grit his teeth, seething through them, letting out all he could, rising up onto his knees like a threatened cobra.
His chest and shoulders rose and fell rapidly before his fist swiftly moved through the air and smacked hard into the face of his so -called friend. That wasn’t enough, and as Andy held his slightly bleeding noise with a grunt, Martin dived at him with a yell and pushed him with all his strength to the ground, the heavy body falling with an almighty thump. His face filled with fury, raising his fists again and punching him over and over.
Red actually struggled against the small form on top of him. He waited for his attacker to throw another punch before grabbing his wrists and squeezing them hard in his big strong hands, flipping Martin over who screamed with the motion. He straddled him, ignoring the fact that he was rock hard from the scuffle, and pinning a thrashing and kicking Martin to the floor. He was like a little Jack Russell still biting and clinging with his snappy little jaws.
“That’s it, let it out Mart.” He snarled between clasped teeth. “Let out the anger.”
The blonde was still wriggling, trying to force the weight off of him by thrusting his hips up and tearing his arms away from the grip. He then tried a new strategy by yelling for help, hysterically screaming at the top of his voice. Andy had to calm him down quickly before the police were called, so he took away one hand, the smaller ones lashing out and beating at his chest. Red could take no more and landed a sharp, hard slap across his face. Martin then quietened, panting heavily with a bewildered gaze, his cheek stinging and reddened.
“You finished?” Andy glared down at the man, still seething.
“No!” Martin started again, but this time Andy put all his weight on top of him, until he crushed all of the air from his lungs. Martin’s face was turning purple as he gasped for breath.
“You finished, I said? Are you?”
“Ah ye- y-oh.” Martin croaked out.
“Good.” Andy lifted up and let Martin breathe out hard, coughing violently as he rolled over.
As he did that Andy felt his urges pounding through him, his cock throbbing with need as he looked down at the man curled up on his side.
He wanted nothing more than to drag him by his ankles, pull open his legs and fuck that anger out of him.
“Andy.” Martin finally said after regaining control. “I- oh god fuck me.”
With no hesitation, the tall man pulled him up and pushed him violently onto the bed, bending him over and ripping down his shorts. Spitting on his fingers for lubrication, he doused his entrance then pounded hard into him. The petite man screamed and whimpered out loud, fingers clawing at the crumpled sheets.
“That’s it scream for me, oh yes.” Andy growled, raking his nails down his sides, leaving red welts as they travelled, thrusting so hard that he came within a few minutes, being so turned on by their fight. He let out a low groan as he shot his load into him.
Quite brashly he adjusted himself and walked away, leaving Martin in the same position on the bed, panting and shuddering with his sobs.


The men in blue were leaving the building just as Dave was walking back in. He quickly shot back, hiding behind the large bin that stunk of garbage, screwing up his face with the stench. The pouch of weed under his jacket was becoming warm with his own heat, the fear rushing through him, heart pounding hard as they radioed in to HQ.
“Shit!” He cursed, as he saw them get into the car and drive away. Quickly he rushed in the building and practically ran up the stairs.
He swung open the door and looked around. “MARTIN, RED?” He shouted the horror in his mind that they had been caught. “Fuck, where are you?” He threw down the weed and opened all the doors of the flat. Their bedroom door was the last, and to his immense relief Martin was sitting in bed quite happily reading. “Fuck sake, what did the police want?”
“Oh hi Dave”
“Don’t fuckin’ hi Dave me! What the hell? I just saw the police come out!”
“Oh yeah we had a problem with bitch face downstairs, she complained about our noise.” He grinned and bit off the end of a banana.
“Noise?” Dave squeaked, dragging his hair back.
“Yes, disturbing the peace apparently.” Martin had a cheeky glint in his eyes. “Said we were disgusting and to keep our ... what was it? Depraved sex play to ourselves.”
Dave couldn’t help but snigger. “She called the police? Oh god I knew it was only a matter of time before she would moan, gives me the evils whenever I pass her to get the post. I just say ‘Good morning’ and grin.”
“Probably not getting any.
Hey we should match her up with Andrew!” Martin laughed.
“Don’t be cruel, poor woman.” Both men now creased up. “Hey they didn’t recognize you did they- or?”
“Andy dealt with it, said sorry and we’ll keep quiet in future. Also ranted it was a waste of their time. Should be out looking for murderers and stuff, you know what he gets like.”
“Fucking idiot, I hope – shit I hope they don’t-”
“What” Martin dropped the banana from his lips and gazed over to his lover who had a look of panic in his eyes. “Did they search the place?”
“Not really, quite polite in a way, just looked around.”
“Good, let’s hope they didn’t realize that you and him were anything to do with what happened.”
“No I don’t think so. It was all sorted right?”
“Let’s hope so Martin, cos I have 50 grams of weed on the kitchen counter.”
“Oh, well better keep schtum then.”
“What’s that?” Dave pointed as he ran his fingertips over a red scratch along his waist.
“Oh, I knocked it.”
“No you didn’t, there are five fucking lines, like fingernail scratches.”
Martin grinned and bit his lips.
“Bloody Red,” Dave growled
“Sorry Dave, it was just we got into a fight and he kinda got fired up a bit.” He looked down and blushed.
“Yes and I know what he is like fired up Martin! If he‘s hurt you-”
“No, it’s ok Dave.” He dropped his head, “It was me, I attacked him, but it was good cos he let me loosen up all my shit.” His eyes locked with his lovers, gazing sincerely.
Dave just huffed and stood up from sitting on the bed. “Where is he?” He almost had contempt in his tone.
“Gone back, he had business to sort or something.”
“He left you alone?”
“Yeah only a few moments Dave, I’m not a child, I can look after myself you know.” Martin frowned flapping down the magazine and the half eaten fruit.
Dave just opened his mouth before he waved his hands and walked away. “You want a drink?” He gave in, now calmer.
“Love one.” Martin beamed, picking up on the article and banana, and starting to eat and read again.
Smoothing over his gelled brown hair he sat back on the chair, feet up on the desk, thinking. His mind pondered on the last conversation he had had with the redhead. He knew Martin had known something more than he should have done, but he believed Andrew had kept quiet, to a certain extent. It mattered not to him now as the new plan was to take place tomorrow. He had chosen his best suit, hoping to impress the man that was coming to visit -he was excited and a little unsure on how to deal with him if he kicked off. Then he had that thought of the other plan, which was more than likely going to make Dave sign the contract. Letting the collar and chain off of one of his employees could be an option. “Yes.” He grinned to himself and moved to pick up the phone.
“Boss?” The other voice inquired.
“All set for tomorrow? I will be expecting my visitor around 4pm. Go in for the kill as soon as Andrew has left the building, I have a plan to keep him out of the way for that moment.”
“Yes Boss, we will have our position ready.”
“Don’t fuck this up. Knock him out as I said, do not beat him up understand?”
“Yes Boss.” The other voice sounded a little disappointed but compliant.
“Once you are at the Club, tie him in the cellar and wait for further instructions.”
“Yes Boss.”
“But that is all.” He hung up and walked around the office, the dark, handsome man still in his mind.
Dave was strong, courageous, and devilishly handsome to his eye. He had a charm and charisma that surrounded him; stubborn, tough, yet gentle. Perhaps in a way he envied Martin so much that he wanted this errant boy removed permanently. Breaking his will would be much more satisfying.
He smiled to himself as he found his daydreams had distracted him from his work. Dave owed him now and he was as good as his. The two framed men were now in the confines of a prison cell, and saving Martin from fate? The least Dave could do was sign the contract. No, he couldn’t back out now, not after that. The favour was to be returned with no questions.

The next day, Martin was watching his man dress, standing in front of the mirror smoothing the loose tiny strands of his dark hair back into a ponytail and then flattening his collar. The eyes glaring back at him through the reflection.
“You’d think it was a bloody date the way you are primping like a cat!” The owner of the sharp eyes said from behind him.
Dave sighed and looked back, turning around with a smile. “It’s to impress yes, but I want him to respect me when I decline his offer.”
“Are you sure?” Martin flopped back on the chair, picking his nails.
“Oh, course I am sweetheart. Look, once I say no I will be home and everything will be back to normal.” He turned with a face as he knew he was trying to humour Martin with his words. Quickly Dave scanned his watch and cursed loudly, rushing off to the lounge to find his shoes that he had lazily kicked off the previous evening. Martin slinked in and produced them as he caught sight of them under the stool. “Ere”
“Ah cheers love.” He grinned, pecking Martin rather quickly and unsatisfyingly to the blonde. “Where the fuck is Red?” He frowned, hopping about to put on the right shoe, and almost losing his balance until Martin caught him and held him still.
“I told you, I will be ok on my own.”
“No, he is supposed to be here now.” Dave dropped his foot and shuffled the back of his heel into the shoe. Martin sighed and moved away as Dave was ready to go. The knock came and Dave answered it with an annoyed expression, pointing at his watch.
“Sorry, had a problem at the restaurant, some fucking people. Honestly Dave, some fucking woman complained her husband had a dodgy stomach after eating there last night, came in guns a blazing. Jesus, not the first I know, but she was a bitch. Had no choice but to offer her a free meal with champagne.”
“Well it was only a matter of time Red.” Dave joked but Andy failed to see anything amusing.
“That fucking chef, gonna sack him as soon I’m back. He has almost poisoned five customers now!”
“Now you can’t start accusing innocent people there, Andy.”
He stopped as he was about to moan some more and glared over at a dazzling smile. “What?”
“You would buy the stock from Shifty, what did you expect?” Martin grinned, shaking his head with a shrug.
“I didn’t buy it from Shifty, I got it from Hudson Cane and co.”
Both men laughed, and Andy just looked around with a frown and thinned lips.
“Yeah and he was shut down three days ago, you never learn do you?” Dave chimed in, patting his back.
“Fuckin hell,” Andy moaned.
“Oh yes, body bag Hudson.” Martin chuckled.
“What do you mean?”
“Rumour of missing persons on the menu?” Martin tried not to smirk as he picked the tassels from the cushion, sitting cross-legged on the sofa like a little imp. “Mmm fancy steak and KIDNEY pie Dave?”
“Oh no, now you two are winding me up.” Andy huffed as the two men crunched up with laughter.
“Nice bit of RUMP steak!” Martin continued.
“Of course we are, you silly sod” Dave’s hands grabbed his shoulders.
“Bastards!” A smiled crept on his lips.
“Sorry Red, couldn’t resist, but yeah change the supplier.”
“Try the local Chinese Red, a bit of Kitten chow mein.”
“Mart!” Both men said together.
“Sorry.”
“Anyway I have to go.” With that Martin rushed over, the joke fast forgotten now as he worried for his lover, hugging him tightly. “Hey, I will be back soon.” Dave stroked his curls then lifted his chin, gazing into his eyes. “Remember, you and me always-”
“-And foreve.” Martin whispered back, sadness in his eye.
Dave smiled and nodded. They stayed there for a moment longer until a horn of the car outside sounded, breaking the lovers apart.
“Dave?” Martin called and Dave turned. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Look after him Red.” His eyes flicked over to the awkward looking tall man.
Andy nodded and watched him go. Martin had his palms flat against the door as it closed then lowered his head. Some hands rubbed his shoulders from behind and a hot breath hit the back of his slender neck.
“He will be ok, I’m here now.” An evil smirk crept on his lips as Martin leaned back into his touch.
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