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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
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Once again Dave was on his way to West Sussex, and he was not at all looking forward to it, not one tiny bit.
As they came out of the line of tall urban buildings, and into the long stretches of green, his eyes skittered to every passing tree, into the distance over the hills and of lush lands where a castle or two stood. It was a very pretty place he had to admit, and maybe later Martin and himself could settle down in a cosy country house away from the hustle and bustle. He smiled at the thought of how lovely it could be being out in the sticks, no hassle no danger.
Becoming rather excited with the thought, he had a strong urge to text or call his lover with his new idea, but as the man in front spoke he was cruelly brought back to reality. “Not long now sir, I hope you are not too bored?”
“No no, my thoughts are keeping that at bay.” Dave sighed as he spotted another house in the distance.
“I can switch on the radio if you’d like?” The tall grey-haired man said as he looked at him through the rear view mirror.
“Yeah go on then.” He shifted upright as PK pressed the button and straight away got a station.
Not a bad line-up of songs played as he sat in thought, listening; some Bowie, Queen, the Specials.
Must have been 80s hour or something but then it changed, 90s hour was next in line and Dave enjoyed a few tracks from Primal Scream, The Soup Dragons and EMF, but the next one filled him with sorrow, spying a lone magpie in the field as the song started.
It was his and Martin’s song; ‘You and Me’ by the Wannadies.
With the build up of emotions he felt tears sting the back of his eyes as the chorus came on. The longing and heartbreak swirled in his gut as he missed Martin so much right now, so much it hurt.
Feeling around to find his mobile he pulled it out, his thumb brushing the keys. He knew he could still hear his voice any time he wanted, but figured it would be too painful for the both of them, so he snuck the phone back into his pocket and sniffed. A tear rolled down under his dark glasses -at least they shielded him from anyone seeing his sadness.
He opened his eyes, the dulcet tones of Massive Attack’s ‘Teardrop’ hitting his ears as he came out of his slumber. Kind of apt, as he felt his own dried on his cheeks for where he had cried himself silently to sleep.
The black Merc turned the corner and the gravel drive crunched under the tyres. Soon enough he came face to face with that building again.
“Here we are sir.” Mr Kendall smiled as he parked up and turned off the engine, getting out and then opening the door for the man sitting in the back. Dave got out, stretching his arms, and yawned.
“I know it is a long journey.” Kendall nodded. “But we are here now and Mr Wilder is looking forward to your visit.”
Dave visibly gulped at his name. There was no time for pleasantries or weaknesses now as he had to let him down, but gently, now he knew who he was. His heart hammered in his chest as he walked through the door, removing the dark shades. He was told to wait and sat on the same chair he had before, the same pictures still framed on the spacious walls.
Mr Kendall reappeared and asked him to follow him. Again he looked to the room that had the piano, but the door was closed this time, displaying a sense of mystery like all the other closed doors, only he knew what was inside this one. The voice called him in and his pulse raced, his head became light and dizzy, like there was a heavy weight in the room, an elephant in the room maybe as Alan glared at him in an unfriendly manner.
“Sit down please.” He asked, rather clipped, moving around his desk and placing two glasses containing some dark liquid with a creamy topping on the polished oak wood. Dave looked at his suspiciously as he sat down on the black chair, remembering how comfortable it was the first time around.
“Angel kiss” He then said, settling down behind the desk and staring at the mystified man. “Suitable for you, I suppose.” He smiled and picked up the drink for a sip. Dave remained baffled.
“I’m sorry but are we on the same page here?” He boldly asked, but Wilder just chortled.
“You have been kissed by an Angel?” He quirked an eyebrow.
“Oh.” Dave chuckled and blushed. “Yes.” But he didn’t give too much away.
“That boy of yours is an Angel, but recently his wings are broken.” He was talking in riddles again and Dave sensed he was doing it on purpose to try his patience.
“Maybe he has, he has been through a lot.” He narrowed his eyes accusingly. “But I thought I was here to talk about me?” He steered the conversation away from Martin as it was making him feel uncomfortable.
“Indeed you are.” He took another sip and slid his eyes down to Dave’s glass to drink -Dave still looked at it with caution. “If I was going to do anything to you Dave, I would have by now the drink is perfectly safe and rather pleasant.” He now had a friendly demeanour.
Dave locked eyes with him, standing his ground and making sure he was not going to be dominated. He picked up the drink, sampling its texture. “Yes, that is nice.” He licked his lips and placed the glass back down. Alan was analysing him.
“That is why I chose you Dave.”
“Huh?” He was changing the conversation quicker than the wind.
“You are strong. You have stood up to me when other men fear me. I admire that and I hope you have thought about what we discussed last time.” He bent forward with a stern gaze.
“I have, and I am sorry to tell you that I have to decline.” He retorted smugly.
Wilder stood and paced the room a little, coming to stand behind him. Dave’s fear rose as he felt his heat, the aroma of his strong cologne waft under his nose.
“Decline?”
“Yes.” Dave answered with a hitched breath.
“This displeases me David. No-one ever refuses my requests. They never live to see another dawn.” He smirked evilly as he placed his long fingers on Dave’s shoulders. The man under his touch visibly stiffened. The fingers worked over the tense muscles, it felt so good, but Dave still remained rigid as he feared he would be a goner within a moment, his life flashing before his eyes with every stoke of the strong fingertips.
“Relax David.” The smooth voice breezed from behind him. “You are far too precious, too special just for me to whack you. Oh no, I will find a way of making you change your mind, one way or the other.”
Dave swallowed hard as he let The Boss massage him for a moment before he moved away, the cold hitting his skin. The man sat back at the desk, and took a drink of his cocktail. Dave was trembling and his glass shook when he took a large swig.
“Do you fear me David?”
“Honestly?”
The Boss nodded.
“Yes I do.”
“Then say yes. I need you in the team David, you are the only competent man I know. Andrew is a fool and always manages to mess things up.”
“Oh?” Dave was very interested in where this was going.
“Can’t do a simple job, though it has turned more in your favour as I have you to do me one”
Dave frowned as he spoke in riddles again.
“A favour? This is something I don’t understand Mr Wilder, Andrew mentioned it and I can’t understand what you have done for me that would make me change my mind.”
“Think Dave! You are smarter than this; just remember that your boyfriend is still on this earth. Barely”
The room became silent as Dave ran through the last weeks, placing all the events and pieces together.
The first time was at the Club Noir, where it all started; Martin was attacked, and Andrew had confessed that he was supposed to bring in goods to test Martin’s wits. But that had failed, so he was violently abused.
The second time was the drop to McGiffen, only for it to turn out that he was a bounty hunter and out to kill Martin. That had also failed so they dropped the gear at the first available person they knew, Eddy Brown. Then they were chased by the police; Martin assaulted one and by a miracle wasn’t arrested, thanks to Red’s clever fraudster head. Later he learned that Eddie had been busted, and then wondered whether Martin was shopped for being in the wrong placed at the wrong time, or tipped off. It dawned on him that, yes he was tipped off, as the shooting had failed.
The third time the hit on the street. That was strange because, if Ed had been tipped off, saving Martin from being caught, then why would he hire the Hunter again to have a second go? Again Martin was miraculously saved by a mere thread. McGiffen was then caught in possession of drugs and attempted murder, again why?
Suddenly it all started to make sense; Wilder had in fact had a change of heart and opted to let his lover off the hook, but it still didn’t make sense on the hit if he decided to frame his own gunman. Someone else must have been behind this and the only other thing Dave could think of was Martin freaking out at work when he saw the two men that were at the club. Kenneth, the first man that poor Martin had to cross and now the circle was complete!
“You saved Martin by framing your own man? A favour that I have to return to you? Martin was right you are blackmailing me how else would you get inside me?”
“Well done, you have me.” Alan smirked in confession. “Yes and now you have no choice but to sign the contract and be a part of the company.”
“What If I don’t, huh?” Dave banged his fist on the table. “What if I refuse? You’d kill me, you’d?-” He stopped and thought of his lover alone at home with Andy. As far as he knew Andrew could be... “Fuck! Andrew!” His face twisted in panic.
“Not to worry Dave, Martin is safe. I have made sure of that, haven’t I?” He raised both eyebrows.
“So what now? I can’t take this, but if I don’t-?”
“Than that nice pack of weed will be in the hands of the law and your little Angel behind bars.”
“How did you know about that?”
“I have my contacts.” Alan pressed his lips together with a smarmy chuckle.
Dave was beginning to lose his cool with this smug, self satisfied man. “You can’t do this you can’t make me do anything!” He stood and turned.
“Where do you think you are going David?”
He shot a look over his shoulder. “Home! I won’t have any part of this shit!” He snared angrily.
As he opened the door a hulky looking man stood blocking his way. Dave tried to shove him but was rewarded with the pain of his arms being wrenched behind his back and held in a strong grip. He was rendered powerless.
Wilder stepped close to him as he was shoved back into the room. “Strong willed, this is why I want you.” He stroked his cheek -the man held was panting and seething through his teeth.
“You can’t this is… is-”
“Blackmail? Yes, maybe your little Angel isn’t so naïve after all.”
“NO! LEAVE MART OUT OF THIS!” Dave yelled as The Boss moved away.
“Then agree Dave, all I need is your lovely signature and you will be set up for life. Think; all the money and women your tongue can cope with.”
“I don’t want women.” He struggled against the bulk.
“But you didn’t say you didn’t want the money” Wilder smirked.
“NO IT’S TAINTED, BLOOD MONEY I DON’T WANT IT!”
“Then you leave me no choice.” He walked over to the phone and dialled, looking for Dave’s reaction before he spoke. “Yes, Inspector Grimes.”
“NO WAIT!! OK, BUT JUST GIVE ME MORE TIME, OK? I NEED TO THINK.” Dave shouted and Alan smiled.
“No it’s ok, false alarm.” He then put down the receiver and stepped closer to Dave. “Good boy. I knew you would see sense.” He stroked his hair and stared longingly into his dark olive eyes.
Dave was now in his hands and could do nothing to prevent it.

Back in the Stratford flat, Andrew was having trouble getting anything out of Martin as he sulked in front of the TV, not watching anything in particular.
“Pizza be here soon.” He sat down, moving Martin’s legs as he sprawled out.
“Not hungry.” He replied, sharply changing the channel.
“Mart you have to eat, you are so thin.”
“What you are, my father now?”
“No, I just care.”
The blonde nasally breathed out a huff. Andy sighed as he had given up hope. Trying to get him to speak in the last two hours was like pulling teeth. Martin suddenly got up from the sofa, earning a stupid question from his friend. “Where are you going?”
“Toilet” He frowned and shook his head.
He was taking forever in there and Andrew was becoming fidgety, feeling fed up that his company wasn’t much cop. A chance to bed him again was looking less and less likely, unless he got him angry again and maybe fired up. Adrenaline could get him hot again, but all he had gotten was the silent treatment, and that was beginning to scratch away at him more than anything. He sighed heavily, looking at his watch just as the door knocked and the food arrived.
Red paid him then set the pizza down on the coffee table. Martin was still in the bathroom and he started to wonder if he had snuck out the window. With careful thought Andy knew it wouldn’t be possible as there was at least a 20 foot drop with nothing to grip apart from the pipe guttering, and the window was too small as it opened inwards, not even a small child could squeeze through it.
Andy decided to start without him. Opening the box and grabbing a large slice, burning his lips as he bit into it, the cheese stringed as he pulled it away and then put it down on the lid because it was too hot to hold for too long. Finally Martin made an appearance, a little perkier than before as he smiled and sat down. Andy stopped chewing and stared at him seriously.
“What?” Martin asked as he broke off a small section from the pizza and popped it into his mouth.
The tall man stood and leered over him, reaching out a finger and wiping the end of Martin’s nose, scooping some white powder and showing it to him. “Oh.” He grinned and giggled.
“Oh indeed?” Andy scowled down as Martin recoiled in his seat. “Where did you get that from?”
“I-” He winced as the redhead’s face turned a shade deeper.
“I- look we need it ok? I kept some when we had to shift the stock, just couldn’t be with nothing right?”
“’You’ couldn’t you mean. Jesus Martin, Dave was worried you had become addicted and I secretly doubted him.”
“I’m not Andy, just sometimes helps with the pain you know?”
“Yes and I have heard it too many times Mart! Will you just get a grip and toughen up!” With that Martin’s face fell. “Ah look I didn’t-”
“No Andy you said it before. ‘Toughen up Martin.’ Look what happened huh? Fucking hell it’s like a spiralling circle, what next huh?”
“No Mart.”
“No, fuck you all!” He stood and stormed towards the door, pulling on a jacket as he did in one swift movement, but Andy moved fast and grabbed him. “Let go of me” He snarled, pulling the leather jacket out of his grip.
“You can’t go out. Listen to me Martin, damn it!” He balled a fistful of the leather and rammed him against the door. “You go out there and anything could happen, ok? Stay with me where you are safe.”
“No.” Martin twisted out of the strong hold and Andy rammed him again, not knowing his own strength and banging his head. Martin let out a yell. “Listen to me you stubborn little bastard. Dave is expecting me to take care of you and I swore I would. If anything-”
“-But it does Red, it always happens when he is with him.”
“Not this time.” The blue eyes softened and he let go. Martin rubbed the back of his head. “Sit down and eat, and then get rid of the coke.”
“No, I won’t get rid of the coke.”
“Where are you hiding it Martin? Hmm? Show me. All this time you had it, fucking with your head, show me.”
Retreating, he led Andrew to the bathroom, pointing to the toilet where he had stashed it. Taped behind the cistern was a bag, containing more than enough powder than he needed. Peeling it away Andy looked down at Martin, who had a shamed expression on his face.
“It’s not good for you, you leave me no choice.”
Martin’s face turned horrified as the bag was opened and the stuff almost fell into the bowl of water. He hadn’t expected he would even think of doing that! “What are you doing Red? Are you mad? I need it!” He grabbed his arm to stop him, but he was thrown back, smacking his head on the door again. But he didn’t give up as he crawled on his hands and knees, grabbing Andrew’s legs to pull him away. He crawled up his body and grabbed his arms, screaming for him not to it. “No don’t please, it’s the only thing I have to keep me from going insane, please Andy!” He begged and cried out, but it was too late as the toilet flushed, the entire stash was washed away.
Falling to his knees and clasping the seat, he looked down, then up with watery eyes at the man over him. “Get out Andy, just fucking go!!” He pointed at the door as the tears rolled down his face.
“But Dave-”
“Fuck Dave and fuck you! Get out and leave me alone. I never what to see your face here ever again”
“Mart?!”
“GO!” He shouted, sinking to the floor as if the last remaining hope in his soul had been flushed. “FUCK OFF RED, I MEAN IT!!! I HATE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW!!”
Andy walked away, hearing the sobs echo off the tiles in the bathroom. The regret punched him hard in the gut as he wished he hadn’t done that. Maybe Martin was right and it was the last thing remaining to him to cast off his demons, to take away his pain, and now he was vulnerable to falling into the deep black pit of despair.
He left quietly, giving him a little space. Maybe later he will come back and Martin may be in a better mood, then he would apologise sincerely for his actions.
Scouting about, Martin remembered that Dave had brought home some weed. He grinned as he found the pouch in the usual hiding place. He urgently searched the draws for papers, swearing as he opened every single drawer and didn’t find any. He suddenly remembered seeing some in a cup in the drinks cabinet behind the front door. With a hum of contentment, he found the emergency packet they always had in case they had a smoking moment with friends. Settling down at the table he started to prepare a small joint.
The rush soared through him as he breathed in the first drag, letting the drug ease his anger. In no time his anger and resentment with Andrew had subsided, and he found another substance to keep his mind from running wild. Drugs worked better than drink. Drinking killed the pain but had an
awful habit of bouncing back, leaving him melancholy and deeply depressed. No, the drugs worked and made him more in control.

The café was filling up with customers. It was tea time as Andy sat and nursed his coffee, still feeling pretty awful about what he had done to Martin. Draining the last drop he decided he had given him enough time and to return to him with a peace offering. He bumped into Gretta, an ex girlfriend from way back, on his way out. She was known for her habit, so he asked if she had any going. As she hadn’t seen him in such a long time she invited him round to her flat, where he had a quick drink, caught up with some chit chat and she happily supplied him with a couple of ‘E’s.
He told her what had happened, as he was always very keen on her, and still was. Perhaps he was in love with her back then, and they were so compatible, but she was starting to use and becoming dependant on it, so much so that Andrew couldn’t cope with her behaviour any longer and broke it off. After several pleas and promises that she was going to get clean, he took her back, but after a few weeks in rehab she relapsed and was back on the smack. Not long after that he met his wife Grainne, fell in love, married, probably too soon. Seven years later she left him and filed for divorce.
Poor Andy, never really had it lucky when it came to women. Martin was more turning his head now, and the last thing he wanted was to lose him as a friend. He really didn’t want to see Martin go down the road that Gretta had gone down as it was horrendous to watch as she struggled to kick the habit. He really shouldn’t encourage him with these but he wanted to make it up to him so much and gain his trust once more, then have a serous talk about how it was for him when Gretta was using and dependant. It wasn’t pretty at all.
He had the small pills tucked away safely as he moved out of the café. It was spitting with rain so he pulled his collar up and crossed the road. He turned around as he heard sirens behind him, but thinking nothing of it, he walked onwards. Then the car stopped and two officers stepped out.
“Sir, would you mind stepping aside please?” Andy did so as the men circled him then felt over his jacket as he was pushed against the car.
“Is there a problem, officer?” He stammered as one frisked him, finding the two pills in a tiny bag in the inside of his jacket pocket. His face burned, mouth went dry and his heart hammered so hard he thought it would burst out of his chest like in that film Alien.
“Sir I am arresting you on possession of class A drugs, and we have reason to believe you were involved with the assault of a 45 year old nurse at St Thomas’s Hospital on the night of June 19th.
You do not have to say anything but anything you do say may harm any defence you may rely on in court.”
“Look these are not mine, I don’t take drugs and I have no idea what you are talking about with the nurse. I was at home with a friend that night.” He whimpered as he was shoved into the back of the car after being cuffed.

He was carted away, feeling like he was doomed. He could face jail, and hoped that he wouldn’t leave a trail to Martin and Dave, thinking to himself ‘Martin get out now’ before they bashed down his door. But as long as he kept quiet maybe they wouldn’t find them.

Back at home Martin was chilling out. Now finding his appetite he had two slices of the pizza Andy had bought, even though he was starting to feel a little lonely after his outburst for him to leave was filling his mind with regret. Although he still hated him for chucking his entire gear down the toilet, he still felt like he needed him there as the paranoia was eating at him -hearing noises as the flat seemed to creak and thud around him. Finding his phone he speed dialled ‘Red’ but his phone was off, so he left a message in a slow stoned voice.
“Red?” He croaked. “I’m sorry, come back please. I hate it here alone, I’m scared.” He pressed his phone to his ear as he looked around at another sound. “Call me please.” He then pressed ‘end call’ and flopped back in the chair, feeling totally alone as he hadn’t been on his own for this long in a while.
About half an hour later there was a knock at the door. Not realising it wasn’t Red’s usual knock he rushed to open it anyway, as he thought Andy had got his message. Smiling widely, he stood at the door saying “Oh thank god” as he opened it without a thought.
His eyes widened and shock surged through his body, gasping out a ‘no’ and trying to close it in the faces of the two tall dark-haired men that he recognized all too well. As he tried to swing the door closed in their faces, the heavy men pushed it back, causing the small man to be thrown backwards, grabbing on to the cabinet as he tried to stop himself from crashing against the floor, only to just shake it as he hit the ground. He curled up in a ball as the glasses toppled and smashed on the hard floor around him.
Someone grabbed his ankle, dragging him backwards, and he looked up to see one man leering over him with a square piece of cloth that he was dabbing over a small bottle. Martin yelled as he felt a sharp stabbing pain in his arm as he was being dragged along the shards of broken glass, slicing his skin, a thin trail of blood was trickling down and dripping on the wood. He was then pulled up by his waist, and no matter how hard he tried to break free from the strong arms, he couldn’t get away.
In a moment his mouth and nose was covered in the cloth, a sweet smell the last thing he could remember before falling into darkness, and his struggling body became limp.
One of the Gordeno twins, Pete, held the body as the other, Paulie, pointed to his arm that was bleeding. “Grab that towel! Boss won’t like a mess in his car would he?”
“No.” Pete said as he passed the unconscious, weightless blonde to his brother and found the tea towel just sitting on the side, wrapping it tight around the small cut.
“Better tie his hands.” Paulie then bossed his brother -he was always the stronger of the two in personality. Pete produced a piece of rope from his jacket then tied Martin’s wrists tightly together. The men then moved down to the car that was waiting discreetly around the corner outside, where Mr Kenneth was keeping watch.
“Good lads.” He said in his frog-like voice, sucking on a cigar. “Stick him in the boot he won’t cause any trouble in there. If he wakes up and starts kicking off, give him another dose of the chloroform. But not too much, Boss wants him alive.”
“Yes Boss.” Peter answered as he opened the boot, allowing Paulie to drop Martin inside, moving him on to his side in case he woke up feeling sick, which he really didn’t want to happen as it would be their job to clean it up. Martin was encased in darkness as the boot door was shut on him, still unconscious. The men got into the car and drove off to their destination.
A few hours later Andrew was coming back from his ordeal with the police -he was damn lucky he had a good lawyer and was given probation until his hearing, but for now he worried for his friend who was home alone so he called a cab to get to the other side of town.
Running up the stairs almost puffed him out, and stopping to catch his breath as he went to knock. “Mart! You won’t believe what has happened! I probably shouldn’t-” But as his hand pressed on the door he found it was open.
He thought it a little odd as Martin was so security conscious. “Mart?” He called as he stepped in.
The room was cold and quiet and as he looked around the first thing he noticed was the pizza still on the table, a few slices missing. He smiled, happy that Martin had at least eaten something, but then as he walked something crunched under his feet. He looked down to see the glasses smashed over the floor. Crouching down as he pushed the door and turned to the cabinet, he picked up what looked like a piece of one of their posh wine glasses. Then he gasped as he spotted a red stain by his feet. It looked like blood but he was unsure -it could have been red wine. As he wiped over the small pool with his fingers he saw the colouring lighten on his skin, and gasped again as he realized it was blood, as he tasted.
He stood quickly and called for Martin again, going into the three rooms and finding the man nowhere to be seen. Panic then hit him as it dawned on him that someone could have been here and caught him. That or he had gotten into a temper, smashed some glasses, cutting himself and just left the flat. Either way it didn’t feel right, not right at all. He spotted more drops of blood that concerned him more.
Sitting on the sofa he rubbed his face with his palms. The now cold takeaway still sat on the table, but now he wasn’t hungry at all, he felt sick and scared for Martin. Perhaps he should wait for his return as it might have been he had just gone out for some air.
Fishing around for his phone he decided to ring him, but as it rang the mobile tune twinkled from beside side of him. Following it he dipped his hand down the side of the sofa and picked out the ringing phone, with ‘Red’ as the caller ID. He sighed again as he ended the call then found he had a missed call and a voice mail message of his own. Pressing a button he listened, hearing Martin’s voice all a little strange. “You sound stoned.” He said, wondering how he could have gotten hold of any more gear as he had flushed the last lot, but it was the least of his worries as he was missing and now he was more anxious than ever.
“Where are you?” He said softly, curving his palm around his forehead.
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