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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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- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
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The insistent noise of the traffic outside woke Dave from the sleepy haze of a nice dream. He stretched, rubbing his eyes, feeling a warm body limp against him. Moving a little to ensure he didn’t wake Martin from his peaceful sleep, he slowly lifted the covers and slipped out of bed. A quiet moan came from the bed as the body stirred, an arm groping to find the warm patch where Dave had been laying. A green eye opened, and he was greeted by the sweetest sleepy smile.
“Morning,” He said, rolling on his side provocatively.
“Morning?” Dave laughed. “Afternoon, its already gone midday.”
“Shit!” Martin cursed, shooting into an upright position. “What time have we got to go?”
“Relax, we still have two hours or so.” Dave turned to see the look of apprehension in his lover’s eyes. Sitting down, he cupped his chin in his hand coaxing him to make him look at him. “If you really are that worried about this Kermit guy, then I will do it, and you can do Ferrier.”
“No.” Martin blinked softly. “Andy said he was expecting me and so I will be there.” He glanced up to meet the crinkled smiling eyes.
“Ok, if you are sure.” Dave brushed his thumb over his dimple. “But first why don’t you go have a nice hot shower and a shave, and I will get your suit ready.”
“Thanks Dave.” Martin replied with a weak smile, his stomach knotted in fear.
The hot waster cascaded over him, pleasant to his senses, but his mind was screaming. He really dreaded the inevitability of him having to do this job. Maybe it was just in his head? Maybe it will be ok? I mean, he had done it several times before, it was just that Dave and Andy had always been there. Maybe if he imagined they were there then he would be ok. ‘Yeah that’s a plan.’ He thought, allowing his head to tilt back under the warm spray.

Dave was in the kitchen making lunch, placing two plates of bacon sandwiches on the table when he heard footsteps. He turned around and his heart leapt from his chest. Martin stood as handsome as he had ever seen, just immaculate; his curls tamed and damp, swept to one side to frame his jaw, slightly covering his bright eyes. The white shirt was slightly unbuttoned, showing off some skin, and the tailored black jacket, fastened with one single button fit snugly around his slender waist. Black trousers and freshly polished shoes completed his look.
Dave wolf whistled and stepped closer to him. “Wow, you look amazing! God so...” He moved in to kiss him, and the scent of fresh cologne hit his nostrils, sweet and full. “Jesus you smell so good too.” He held his face in his hands, the smooth shaved skin soft under his fingertips. “I could just take you back into the bedroom and fuck you senseless, looking and smelling like that.” His lips hovered and brushed his softly. “Oh Mart,” He pressed his lips to his and kissed him deeply.
Martin giggled and pulled away. “Later.” he said, raising one eyebrow in a flirtatious manner.
“Oh you tease.” Dave licked his lips to taste the remaining touch of the blonde mans aftershave that was drying on his tongue. “You keep that on and I will later.” He winked. “Seriously though, you look like the dogs bollocks, absolutely perfect.” He brushed some stray strands of Mart’s hair off the shoulders of his jacket.
Martin giggled but the playful front didn’t stop him from being terrified inside. His heart was leaping, skipping beats as the time was creeping up fast on the kitchen wall clock that ticked in doom with every silent moment.

An hour went by and then it was time. Dave could see Martin’s apprehension as he fiddled with his jacket and played with his hair, twisting the ringlets around his fingers and tapping his feet.
The taxi pulled up outside, and Martin was shaking by the time he slid into the back seat beside Dave.
“Relax love, it will be ok.”
Martin looked at him and smiled falsely. This was his chance to be brave, to prove to himself, Andy and Dave that he wasn’t such a coward. He was a man! “I will be fine.” He nodded confidently.
“You have your phone don’t you?” Dave asked
He nodded. “Yes.” He squeezed the bag containing the goods on his lap and closed his eyes, his heart pounding in his ears like a bass drum.

They came into Hammersmith -Dave’s stop, and Martin’s anxiety grew as he realised he was losing his partner. He almost reached out and grabbed him, to plead for him to come with him, but all he could do was sadly watch the man get out of the taxi.

“You have your phone, call me anytime, if you get into stook ok?”
He nodded weakly, fair bushy eyebrows slanting in a downward arch, and for a long moment he caught his lovers gaze, silently begging ‘please don’t leave me.’
The cab drove away after the most awful sound of the door shutting behind Dave, making him flinch, the only time a simple car door could frighten the hell out of him. He looked back as he saw the face and hand wave getting smaller and smaller, and then finally disappearing completely.
“Hey Marty, not looking forward to this?” Joe asked, looking into the mirror, seeing the man looking pale.
“No.” He answered with a quivering breath.
“Hey my jacket is in the back, go through the inner pockets and you’ll find something that may calm your nerves a little.”
Martin did as he was asked and found a small bag of white powder. He smirked, knowing that Andy had been giving freebies behind their backs, but it didn’t matter, they had more than enough to sell, and money wasn’t an issue.
“Thanks.” He said, opening it and dipping his finger in to gather a small mound, quickly snuffing it up his nostrils then repeated it again. “Ooh that’s good,” He sighed, feeling it already working. He sank back against the seat and relaxed. That was just what he had needed and now he was ready to face the world, or anything that stood in his path.

“We are here, Club Noir right?”
“Yeah,” He answered, putting on his shades and then getting out of the cab. “Cheers Joe” He called.
“You want me to hang around for you sir?”
“No I will be ok, I’ll call Dave once I’m done, he’ll probably meet me here.” He was feeling a lot more confident now, like a real gangster, a tough guy like they were in the films, Yeah a real Reservoir dog.
“Ok, see you soon.”
“Yeah,” Martin absently responded looking up at the club, shutting the car door behind him. The big sign outside, one which would be lit at night to show a pole dancing woman, stared down at him from the red brick wall. A line of blue lights and red flashing ‘XXX’ and ‘nude girls’ filled the length of the pavement, this club being the biggest on the street. He braced himself and walked through the double doors, a tall black man nodding as he passed, recognizing the shady look and the small bag under his arm.
Once inside his attention was stolen by three half-naked girls practising their routine. His mouth almost dropped open as they danced sensually, making love to the poles. He suddenly became aware that two men were standing in front of him, and he dropped his eyes removing his glasses.
“I’m here to see Mr k-Kenneth, he requested a package.” He winced inwardly as the two tall men with black ponytails eyed him up and down suspiciously. ‘Fuck Mart! Don’t balls this up now!’
The men looked at each other and nodded, turning to lead the way through to the back of the club and up a flight of stairs. They came to a large imposing door, and one knocked.
A voice called ‘Come’ and then Mart found himself in a small office, facing the man sat at the desk. Another rather stocky, yet unattractive man stood to his side.
“Ah, yes I have been expecting you.” He said standing and gesturing the two escorts away with a small motion of his jaw. The door shut behind him and Martin suddenly felt very alone.
He came closer, not at all what Martin had imagined in looks; he was short, maybe an inch taller than Martin himself at 5”7, was, with a fair but receding hairline, almost bald really, above thick round glasses. He looked more like a game show host than a club owner. ‘He’s no match.’ Martin thought, now feeling superior, but knowing he still had to be cautious as the body guard looked less than friendly.
“You have my stuff?” The man eyed Martin closely.
Inside Martin was desperately trying not to laugh, his lips held in a stiff straight line as he tried so hard not to snigger at the mans ridiculous voice. He now knew why he was called Kermit! He sounded just like that puppet frog on the Muppets, only he had a Wigan accent.
He cleared his throat and opened his mouth. “Yes.” He replied, his voice more confident than he expected. He handed the bag over to him and Kermit walked back to his desk, Martin following at a distance.
Kermit asked his man to open the package, talking quietly to his bodyguard as he dipped his finger into the white crystals and placed it on his tongue. Martin almost held his breath, the anticipation of just getting this over and done with, so he could be reunited with Dave and just enjoy the rest of the day with a fat wad in his pocket, almost overwhelming him.
After a moment he turned around. Martin smiled, but Kermit wasn’t smiling at all.
“You think I’m a fool? You come here and give me this shit?!”
“W-w- hat..?” Martin stammered. “It was what you asked for wasn’t it?! One hundred and fifty grams of coke?”
“It is not pure!” He snapped.
Martin chuckled lightly, “Well of course not, it will kill you.” He laughed again.
Without warning his head was whipped around with a slap, his cheek burning. Nursing his face he looked in bewilderment at the man who had struck him. He was shocked, wiping his lips to see his fingers stained red where the massive gold ring had caught him.
‘Andy and Dave would never let this happen never.’
But they weren’t there, and Martin began to remember the fear he had had before he left. He was totally alone.
“With respect, my colleagues will not stand for that. You can’t just hit someone because they made a mistake on an order! I was instructed what to courier, and this is what you wanted.” He seethed as the pain still throbbed in his lip.
“I requested, very clearly, pure Cocaine sweetheart!” He looked down his lean body, making Martin shift uncomfortably and frown at being ridiculed in such a way.
“Yes I know what it does, but I have my own blend of alchemy in the drug trade, highly recommended, you...” He grabbed his hair, and suddenly Martin felt his hands being wrenched from behind. He whimpered as the bodyguard stood behind him holding his arms in a strong lock.
“LET ME GO!!” He shouted, struggling to free himself, but it didn’t work, the man was a lot stronger and had more power, possibly enough to break his arms in one snap.
“…You are nothing but a cockroach. You really don’t know what you are dealing with coming here.” He sneered, making Martin squirm even harder to release himself. “…You come here in your fancy suit, dark glasses and…” He sniffed his neck “...Your expensive cologne. Well you know nothing of the bigger market, the worldwide market.” He laughed evilly, letting his fists loosen the grip on Martin’s curls. The bodyguard made no move to let him go, and helplessly he stood as his body exposed to anything, his hands unable to defend or protect himself from whatever this man chose to inflict on him.
Kermit calmed himself and Martin watched anxiously as he picked up the bag and examined it, a grin plain on his face. He walked back to Martin and laughed, the bag still in his hand, his face dropping, mouth turned into a sneer. Martin gulped in fear, unable to predict what he was going to do next.
It was calm for a moment but suddenly Kermit threw the bag and white powder sprinkled everywhere. His eyes burned with madness, and he aimed another painful blow at Martin’s stomach. He fell to the floor, doubling up in pain as he tried to catch his breath. When he finally did, he coughed, spitting blood all over the laminated floor.
“You dare spill your shit on my floor?!” Kermit spat, kicking him in the ribs.
Martin groaned in pain, balling up in defence, but more kicks came, and then he was hauled up by the armpits, again held tight in the bodyguard’s bruising hold. Kermit came up to his face and studied him. “Hmm, your Boss said he was sending the pretty blonde... He was right.” He stroked his cheek and Martin flinched away, breathing hard as the claws of terror gripped him.
He was hit again, this time a punch, and then again before he was pushed forward, his cheek crushed against the desk, bent over. The bodyguard had his arm in a single-handed tight vice, and the other held down his head so he was pinned to the cold wood.
‘Andy how could you.’ Martin whimpered in his mind.
Kermit came into view, standing directly in Martin’s eye-line. To his horror as his eyes focused, he realized that he was groping himself through the light linen as he slowly unzipped his trousers.
“What are you doing?!” He shrieked the taste of blood now rich in his mouth from his split lip.
“Oh I’m going fuck that pretty lil’ ass of yours sweetheart!”
Martin struggled more, yelling for him to let go and threatening to send Dave after him if he didn’t. It didn’t help. Kermit came close behind him and then his arms were facing palms forwards, pinned to the desk by the hulking bodyguard. The warmth against his back increased behind as he felt Kermit’s body press into him. He had something pointing at his neck, it dug in sharply feeling like a knife or something. He couldn’t get a good look as his head was still held down firmly.
“Now now! I wouldn’t want you to have had a wasted journey, so sit back and enjoy the ride sweetheart!”
What could he do? Nothing but freeze? The blade in his neck could easily end it all right now. He was nothing to this man, a mere delivery boy, a cockroach? Geez that hurt actually! Martin felt lower than he ever had before. The brilliant feeling of earlier, when he’d been in his new suit, looking sexy, feeling sexy, and having Dave responding to that, completely disappearing as the wave of hopelessness washed over him.
The morning seemed light years away, and now here he was, at the mercy of two men, a blade in control of his life. If he complied he might be safe, he didn’t want to die, not now not ever, and soon he realised that this was the worst shit he had ever encountered -the beating from the thugs in the old bedsit was nothing compared to this- almost as they had their way with him then, like a cycle! He knew what was going to happen, and all he could do was sit tight and let it, hoping he might just walk away with a few bruises and a sore ass. Alive was better than nothing, right?
“Good!” Came the high oddly-pitched croon as Kermit slipping down his trousers, and Martin felt the first burst of humiliation as his bare skin hit the cool air conditioning of the office. He whimpered and clenched, cold finders prodding and pulling at him, and then the sharp stab of pain as the hard tip broke through his tight muscles. “Oh yeah you are good, mmm.” Kermit moaned.
Martin screamed, panic taking over. He started thrashing and crying out but he was well and truly wedged to the desk and the blade stuck in harder, a light trickle running down his neck to soak his collar, blotting the pure white shirt to a deep red hue. The man doing this to him swore, hissing that he was a piece of shit, that if he dared to come back, if he ever saw his face in the club again he would kill him.
Martin’s groans and pleas quietened and he relaxed. He stopped struggling and let his mind cloud over, forcing all the happy memories into his mind as the numbness took over.
Finally, it was over and he was free.
“Here sweetheart for your troubles,” He grinned evilly as he tossed a crisp fifty note at him.
Martin was seething and panting hard through his teeth, as his eyes narrowed in hatred. “Fuck you!” he breathed incoherently with his unsteady breaths.
“You are a good fuck, I’m happy to pay out for you, but not that shit! Now get out and take your shit with you.” Kermit sniffed, panting as he put himself away.
Martin stood unsteadily, hair ruffled, face bruised, his lip bleeding as well as his neck. He tugged up his trousers, wincing at the stickiness where the prick had come all over his cheeks, and staggered to the door, grabbing the bag as he passed it. He paused, letting his eyes glare around in disgust before he left the room, his dignity just about still intact as he limped out the door.
He felt sick as the air hit him outside, his emotions bricked in for now, but as he turned a corner into an alley, he sank down and buried his face in his hands, sobbing hysterically. Passers by looked at him and quickly moved on not wanting to get involved, as his face told a story of its own. He let everything fall, it all crumbled then and there, and he didn’t give a shit who was watching.
A young girl made sympathetic eyes at him before she was pulled away by her friend saying not to ask, even though she saw the dark bruises form blue on his pale cheeks as she looked over at him.
He fished in his pockets to find his phone, breath hitching in a sob as he realised Dave hadn’t even called him. No text, nothing. Then it bleeped as the battery just faded to the blank screen. He rummaged around again, finding a packet of 20 and pulling one out. He lit it, letting the nicotine soothe his pain. Tears ran down his cheeks and he lowered his head, raising it again quickly as he heard something

Andy was in the car when he spotted his friend sitting rather strangely against the wall. He stopped suddenly, slamming on the brakes. The car behind beeped aggressively almost slamming into the back of him. He waved in the rear view mirror to say ‘hang on’ and slammed down on the horn to get Martin’s attention. After the second attempt, the blonde man lifted his head, eyes hidden behind his shades.
“GET IN!” Andy shouted.
Martin was too far away to hear, but as soon as he recognized the car he jumped up and ran to it, piling into the passenger seat. Andy screeched away around the corner and then stopped in an appropriate place to question him.
“What the hell happened?” He saw the state of emotional turmoil his friend was in, Martin not removing the glasses in the hope that it would hide the bruising.
“Nothing,” He replied shortly.
“Martin...” Andy sighed, reaching into the glove compartment to hand him a tissue.
Martin snatched it and wiped the dried blood from his mouth. “Thank you.” He said tone blatantly sarcastic.
“Martin?” Andy gently took hold of his chin, turning his face to make Martin look at him.
“Take me home Andy.”
“But...”
“JUST TAKE ME HOME!” And Andy did as he was told, pressing down fast and speeding off. They remained in total silence through the whole journey, Mart pressing his cheek against the icy glass, closing his eyes and curling up against the door.
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