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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
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- 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
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2
Before the drops the boys carefully handled the wrapped gear that they kept in a very secure area. To anyone else the walk- in closet in the small spare room was just an ordinary place to hang clothes or for storage, as it was. But secretly hidden underneath the plain wooden floor was a loose section, about 9 inches in square diameter that they could lift to reveal a hole with enough room to store the gear they needed. Who would suspect, cleverly hidden as it was by boxes, and anyway, a special hook was required to open it -one that they kept on their persons at all times, cleverly disguised as a simple bottle opener.
A small bag was the perfect size to hold enough for the drops of the day. They placed what they needed into separate sections, marked with colour-coded stickers so they knew what was for who.
Sometimes they could do more than five drops a day, and sometime just a couple, but today was average and easy, meeting the regular customers in usual places.
The knock startled them. In this very delicate operation they were more jumpy. They never knew who it might be, or if they were about to be caught red-handed with cocaine in their possession. It was unlikely but they never knew what could happen, so they had to be careful not to leave a trace behind them.
Martin walked to the door and waited for a second. He recognised Andrew’s special knock so he knew it was safe to open the door, the voice behind said it all as he said “It’s Red,” a code word they knew, reassuring him it really was Andrew.
“Hi.” Martin smiled in a casual way, letting the man walk in, shutting the door quickly behind him lest there weren’t any nosy neighbours about. There were four flats in the block; two downstairs, two upstairs, one of which Dave and Martin occupied.
“Ready then?” Andy turned, catching the blonde off guard, and taking the opportunity to let his eyes roam across his body.
Martin wore a black shirt that opened in a deep V to the middle of his smooth chest. The stone-washed jeans clung snuggly around his ass, hinting at what he had hidden within, which just happened to be something that Andrew was very much interested in.
Andy cleared his throat as Martin met his gaze. “Almost,” He replied, looking over to the door as Dave appeared, holding the bag, and wearing a black suit jacket with white jeans, sun glasses on as he got into his ‘work mode’.
“Let’s go” Dave said earnestly. One by one they walked out the door, getting into Andy’s car to get the jobs done.

It was a successful day, earning them a pretty good wage for their efforts, leaving happy customers and a smile on each of their lips.
“Ok then, you guys wanna drop over at the restaurant tonight? I’ve got a special I want you to try out.”
“Oh yeah guinea pigs,” Martin stated, nudging Dave with a chuckle.
“I don’t know Andy, you might try to poison us and take all the loot.” Dave joked.
“Have I ever! Cheeky sod, be no more freebies with an attitude like that.” Andy was smiling, still concentrating on the road. They were stuck in rush hour traffic; it was taking forever to get home.
“We’d love too.” Dave wrapped his arm around Martin in the backseat and smiled. “Great. Mind you, by the time we get out of this congestion it will be midnight.” He let his hand drop to the seat as the car came to a halt again.
“I will call Jonathan, he’ll come pick you up, say about half 7?”
“Yeah sounds great.” Dave said, leaning over and pressing his cheek into the mass of blond curls.
Andy flipped open his mobile and pressed speed dial 2. The recipient quickly answered.
“Jon my man, how’s it going?” Andy said, trying to imitate an American accent as he was from the States.
“Yeah great, you want a lift somewhere? Pretty slow today,” Came the response.
“Tonight actually. Are you free round half 7?” He put his foot on the gas to move forward, steadily, one hand lazily on the wheel.
“Yeah I am, but I have some pick ups after.”
“Ah good. Pick Mart and Dave up, take them down Greenwich to the restaurant will ya?”
“Ok that’s fine, but I can’t take them home, I have bookings all through the night being as its Saturday.”
“No problem, I’ll get Joe or I can drive them, thanks.” He hung up as the traffic finally started to move, and they were soon out and back on the road to Stratford.
Later that evening they arrived at the restaurant, thanking their cab driver and handing him a reasonable tip. The table was already reserved and they were greeted by a young lady with short blonde hair cut in a cute bob.
“Evening Sarah,” Dave charmed, letting her take his jacket.
“Evening gentlemen. Mr Fletcher is already here, and there’s a table booked by the window for you.” She led them to the table; a bottle of bubbly already on ice, the cutlery arranged nicely and red napkins folded in a decorative shape. Two tea lights were lit, letting out the aroma of rose petals, all creating a very romantic atmosphere.
“It’s not Valentines day is it?” Dave smirked, quirking an eyebrow.
“I hope not, I haven’t brought you a present!” Martin joined in the witticism.
“Don’t worry, you can give it to me later” He flirted, making Martin blush and tingle with arousal.
“Be with you in a moment gentlemen, in the meantime enjoy the champagne, complements of the manager.” Sarah smiled as she turned to walk away.
“Ooh!” Dave cooed. “Maybe he is going to bump us off and steal the drug cash.” He laughed, picking up the bottle of vintage and examining it. “Hmm nice posh shit!”
“Nah, probably feeling guilty about something.”
Dave gazed over at his lover catching his beauty in the candle light. “Guilty? For what?”
“I dunno.”
“Hey you don’t think..?”
“Evening boys,” The voice interrupted them, and they looked up to see Andy standing there in his best suit.
“What’s the occasion Andy? You finally persuaded Sarah to shag you?” Dave cackled and Martin joined in.
Andy cleared his throat, taking the bottle from the table where Dave had left it after removing it from the ice bucket, uncorked it, and poured out the two flute glasses and one for himself. “I just wanted to congratulate you on the successful business today.”
Dave nodded his head in agreement, raising his glass, and then clinking it with the others. “To a fucking good production; and to more in the future.”
“Cheers!” They all said, draining their glasses. Andy sat down, waving to the waitress. Sarah quickly made her way over with her pen and pad.
“Specials all round, sweetheart.” He said confidently, beaming at her
.
Sarah’s cheeks flushed as she wrote the order down, smiling as she moved away.
“You really have a way with your staff Andy.” Dave said as he took a roll from the wicker basket in the middle of the table, buttering it and taking a quick bite.
Andy grinned, “Got to whip them into shape.”
“Oh yes, I bet you do” Dave grinned and carried on eating. Andy just laughed and shook his head helping himself to a roll.
The food soon arrived, their starters the soup of the day -French onion, which smelt and looked lovely. Andy’s chefs were the best, cooking all kinds of food, from traditional English to continental, with different dishes on alternate nights.
“Tuck in.” He said, picking up the spoon
“Hey Mart, don’t get any down that shirt, you may have to wear it for tomorrows job.” He chortled.
Martin dropped his spoon from his mouth, a dribble of liquid hitting the snow-white tablecloth as he slightly tilted it, a cold shiver crawling up his spine. He had forgotten about tomorrow, and didn’t want to be reminded of it.
‘So that’s why this was so special, he was feeling guilty about me doing the job. Either that or he knows something we don’t?’
“Soups splendid.” Dave said in a rather fake posh accent.
“Mart?” Andy questioned, seeing the developing panic in the man’s eyes.
“You alright?” Dave stopped eating and looked over at the glazed green eyes.
“Hey look, I’m sorry, let’s forget tomorrow yeah?” Andy rubbed Martin’s shoulder, letting his fingers massage the tense muscles.
“It’s ok. Sorry, I’m just being an idiot.”
“No, it’s alright Martin, we understand it is a nerve wrecking time.” Dave comforted, running a hand up his thigh.
Martin nodded, and suddenly stiffened as the cheeky hand made its way closer to his crotch, the fingers lightly stroking. A dreamy slanted smile appeared on Dave’s face as Martin bit his lip, trying to control his growing erection. He relaxed slightly as Dave winked at him, his fingers rubbing and teasing. His breath hitched a little, and Andy looked over, almost quite turned on by this little display but having to dismiss it before he got too hot and bothered.
“More... Oh, wine Dave.” Martin stammered highly.
“Hey guys, not in here.” Andy scolded, twitching in his seat as he found his own trousers tighten around the middle. “Always do this in my restaurant, what’s the matter with you?” He grumbled quietly.
“Sorry.” Dave apologized, removing his hand. They finished the soup in silence.
The main course was Cognac Shrimp with Beurre Blanc Sauce, and very nice it was too. The boys chatted over dinner, exchanging anecdotes on their latest activities and customers. The final course was Chocolate Gateau, Dave’s favourite. He eyed it suspiciously then looked at Andy in query.
“Ok, what have you done or what are you up to?”
“Nothing.” The man in question shrugged, fidgeting slightly.
“Come on, you know how much I love Gateau. What’s the SP Andrew Fletcher?”
“Can’t I treat two of my best friends every now and then?” Andy asked almost angrily.
Dave and Martin looked at each other, feeling somewhat guilty and regretting ever having thoughts that Andy was up to no good. Martin narrowed his eyes at his lover as if to say ‘behave’.
“No sorry, I’m out of order mate, this is a wonderful gesture and a fantastic meal.”
“Yeah, we really appreciate it” Martin said, kicking Dave under the table.
“Ouch!” He whimpered, frowning at the blonde who now had a kinky look in his eyes. “Yes, we do.” He grinned at the redhead who met his gaze looking very unimpressed.
“Ok fine, if you want out...”
“NO!” Dave yelled, causing people to stop eating and look around. “We didn’t say that! We do, we are so grateful for everything you have done for us and we’re sorry we ever had doubts.” He lowered his voice.
“We?” Mart choked as he took a sip of wine, now feeling slightly drunk after they had opened another bottle between the two of them. Andy was driving so he only had one glass of bubbly. “I didn’t say a thing.”
Dave then kicked Martin, throwing a dirty look at him. Andy shook his head at their childish behaviour.
“Yes?” Martin gleamed, a little chocolate on his chin, making him look like a cheeky little boy.
Andy smiled, picking up the napkin, and gingerly wiped away the splodge on his chin. “Ok Mart” He pulled it away from the now clean skin, gazing into his eyes. “I know.”
They finished eating and had another drink, Dave and Martin doing nothing but flirt outrageously with each other in that time. “Thank you Andy, that was a splendid meal, well recommended.” Dave grinned, stroking his goatee.
“Ok lets get you home before you start fucking each other on the table.” Andy rolled his eyes, looking at his watch.
The car rolled to a stop outside the flat, and Martin and Dave got out. Well, almost fell out by the amount they had drunk.
“Night, and thanks a lot.” Dave called.
“Ok no problem, I’ll stop by tomorrow around 4, see how things went.”
“Alright, see you then.”
Martin remained quiet.
Andy waved and watched the two stumble to the door arm in arm. As soon as they were out of sight he reached for his phone and dialled, waiting for the person at the other end to answer.
“Ah… Alan, how are you?”
They barely got into the flat before they were all over each other, kissing passionately. Knocking Mart backwards, Dave slammed him against the door, which swung shut with a loud bang. His lips trailed over his neck and chest, hands aching to feel his skin, pulling at his clothes desperately. He moaned into the hot mouth, tongues entwined, mumbling what he was going to do to him. Pulling him forwards he ripped open his shirt, clawing inside to touch his bare skin.
Motioning to the bedroom, Martin slipped the material off entirely, leaving himself bare-chested. Dave stripped off his own clothes and walked closer to the destination, following the trail of peeled away clothes until there were only two pairs of boxers haphazardly left by the bed.
Dave pushed Martin back onto the mattress, straddling him, holding his wrists tightly with both hands. He stared down with a wicked smile, rubbing the full length of their cocks together, watching Martin’s face contort in sheer desire, hearing his pleas in his whimpers, rocking more as his cock engorged with each tiny sound the sexy little blonde was making.
“Oh you love it, you sexy little angel” He murmured lowly. He moved more firmly, Martin’s eyes closing, his mouth falling open, and then he moaned, writhing under him. Dave’s tongue found his hot skin, trailing down to his nipples, where he took one between his lips and sucked lightly, feeling the blonde shudder. “Hmmm, little tease.” he growled, biting him now. Martin bucked his hips, silently begging for more contact, pushing hard as Dave continued to rock, suck and bite him.
“Oh please! Don’t make me wait a moment longer.” He uttered under the devouring lips.
The wet trail lowered, the cold air between them hitting him as Dave backed off a little, giving him enough room to lick up and down his shaft.
Martin’s elongated moans filled the room, his body twisting and pushing into the moist hot feeling engulfing him. Suddenly it was cold again.
“Teasing me?” Martin panted, barely able to speak through the short intakes of breath.
“You teased me all through dinner with your flirty, sexy little eyes. You enticed me to make me want to push you on your back and fuck you so hard on that table.”
“Lick that chocolate gateau of my naked body?”
“Oh god Martin, you’re so dirty.” Dave groaned, licking his lips at the mental image.
Martin’s lips crept in to a saucy grin. “You’ve got me now...”
A surge of electricity shot down Dave’s body, down to his already red hot sex. “Oh yes, so I have.” He looked at his hands still clasping his thin wrists tightly. “Love it when I restrain you, hmm?” He pressed down harder, restricting his blood supply and crushing his body so hard that the rapid beats of Martin’s heart pounded into his own body.
Dave dragged his teeth along the soft skin of Martin’s neck, the tiny pulses vibrating against his swollen lips. Finding Mart’s mouth, he kissed him hard, the blonde having to breathe through his nose to gather air, his moans muffled as he fought under him.
“Hmm sexy little kitten.” He growled, lifting his head to look intently into his eyes.
He then sucked the lump in his throat, licking a wet path up to his chin to find his lips again.
“I’m going to fuck your pretty little ass hard, and I want you to scream while I’m doing you.”
Without error in a single movement, he grabbed Martin’s thighs, splitting his legs apart, hoisting his light body up at the waist, and plunged into him.
Martin did scream, so loud he was certain one of the neighbours would come over and bang on their door, thinking someone was being murdered.
“Yeah!!!” Dave snarled, pounding into him hard and fast. The body under him jerked and quivered all the sounds he loved to hear filling the entire room, and probably carrying through the whole building. “You are my sexy angel” He hissed, still clamping his wrists against the headboard. “I see him lusting after you, watching you, any opportunity he can he touches you.”
“Yes, I know Dave.” Martin panted, a bead of sweat dripping down his cheek.
“But -you -are –mine!” Dave said, punctuating each word with short, sharp thrusts aimed directly at Martin’s prostate.
“Yes!” Martin cried.
“What are you, Martin?”
“Y-OU-R , ah- yours!”
“Good boy.” He crooned, kissing his damp forehead.
“I love you Dave.” Martin said breathlessly.
Dave slowed down his pace and looked into his eyes. “I love you too Martin, I ain’t going to let anyone hurt you.”

Breaking away, he released his grip, and Martin rubbed his wrists before he was pulled onto his side.
The wet tip of Dave’s still hard length rubbed gently between his buttocks, their legs wrapped around each other, kisses gently pressed against him, attentively and lovingly.
“I mean it, anyone hurts you and I will kill them with my bare hands.”
“Thank you.” Martin breathed, stealing a sweet kiss.
“Andy may fancy you but I’m the only one who kisses, touches and fucks you.” Dave said firmly.
Martin grunted as he felt him enter him again, setting a slow steady pace. He wrapped his feet around his slender waist, pushing into each thrust. Now they were making love slowly and sweetly.
Bodies melted together the heightened orgasms now filled in the air, slowly dissipating as they fell asleep in each others arms.
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