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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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5

Two weeks went by, and Dave was due to meet Mr Wilder that Thursday afternoon for this rather intriguing meeting. He still hadn’t told Martin a single thing.
He was becoming a hindrance to the business; not wanting to leave the flat or even be left alone, so it was up to Andy and Dave to carry out all the jobs at the moment.
Before the big day, Andy and Dave managed to coax him out. The local club was having a karaoke night and Dave, knowing just how much Martin loved to sing, thought it might help bring him out of his hysteria.
It just so happened that the manager liked to dabble in a little white stuff every now and then, so Dave provided a little for him at a very low price and they got a few drinks on the house. Free drinks and Martin were a great combination, but the problem was he had been drinking a little more than usual lately. It probably wasn’t really a good idea to encourage him but it got him to step out of the flat and have a night out for a change, his two mates acting as bodyguards and assuring he will not come to harm.
Trembling, Martin stopped at the doors, and the bouncer well known by the three, smiled at them and gave them a friendly wave.
“Evening Dave, Andy, Mart.” He nodded, seeing the blonde man wrapped in a leather jacket, arms folded protectively around his body. The bruises had faded a little but his grazed lip was still visibly dark with a healing scab. He asked no questions.
“Evening Bazza.” Dave chirped, his east London accent rich in his tone as he greeted his old school friend from back in Bas -a champion boxer and built like a brick shit house.
“Not seen you here in a while.”
“Ah well, busy busy you know.” Dave winked. Barry also knew their business, though he never touched the stuff.
“Oh yes, good. No misbehaving here though.” He was kidding around, he knew them well and Dave wasn’t the type to go around just offering gear to anyone. He didn’t even know that Trev, the manager liked a little sometimes.
“Course not.” He smiled widely.
“Have a good evening boys” Bazza replied, letting them jump the queue and pass through the doors.
Once inside the club, they perched on the stools at the bar, waiting to be served. The young, raven haired barmaid –Martin thought she looked Greek, greeted them with a warm smile. “Usual boys?” She asked as they were familiar faces at this local.
“Yep, cheers Jen.” Dave grinned.
Martin was fidgeting, tapping his feet nervously on the floor. Dave and Andy hadn’t noticed that he was still apprehensive about coming out, they’d dismissed it like the normal routine of a night out.
“You ok Mart?” Dave whispered, seeing the worry in his face finally.
“Yeah I think so.”
“You will be alright. Come on, drink this and just relax.” Andy passed him the double vodka Jen had just finished pouring.
Martin frowned at him as he clumsily clasped the cold glass, almost dropping it. How could he forget what had happened to him? But then he realized he didn’t, Andy didn’t know the full details, but still he was acting too casual about it all for his taste.
“On the house, complements of management.” Jen said as Dave wafted a tenner under her nose. Of course he knew they would be, but he still wanted to be courteous.
“Then have one yourself darlin,” He charmed.
“No thank you Dave, not while on duty, but thanks anyway” She blushed and curved her rose-tinted lips into a flattered smile.
“Trev about?” Dave asked casually bobbing his head to the side.
“Yeah he’s just out back, I will let him know you’re here.”
With that she called him, and the man in question soon appeared, a wide grin on his face, his arms open wide. “David!” He called, moving through the hatch to embrace the dark haired man.
“How are you? Nice to see you.”
“You too mate, yeah we’re good.”
“Business?”
“Never better” He saw Martin wince slightly beside him.
“Jesus Martin, what have you been doing, fighting with the furniture again?” Trev laughed, stroking his dark moustache which was heavily peppered with grey, remembering the last time Martin was here. He’d gotten so drunk he wacked his head on the bar as he fell off the stool.
The others didn’t smile, and Trev’s face dropped when he noticed the solemn expressions.
“A bit of trouble that’s all. Nothing heavy just had a dodgy client.” Andy cut in.
Dave rolled his eyes. ‘Big mouth.’
Martin elbowed the redhead, glaring at him with dark eyes. He really didn’t care for having his dirty laundry aired in public.
“Oh I am sorry” He said, knowing that in that trade you had to expect a little trouble from time to time. He was unsympathetic as long as he had a sample he really couldn’t care less. Play with fire, you will get burnt right?
“Oh well, no harm done, you still have your knee caps.” He looked down at Martin and giving him a little patronizing pinch on his cheek.
Martin saw red and the fire burned in his stomach, his eyes widened, mouth pouted, but before he said or did anything Dave was stood in front of him, holding his wrists tightly in a split second reaction.
“You wanted something?” Dave asked Trev, seeking to distract him, chuckling low in his throat to indicate there was no trouble.
“Yeah, you have some?” He whispered close to his ear.
“Out the back?” Dave nodded discreetly, moving a little and gesturing with his eyes for Andy to keep Martin under control.
Before Martin could move, Andy’s large hands replaced Dave’s around his tiny wrists, holding him from behind his back. As soon as the men disappeared out of the back door, he turned and glared hard up at him.
“Behave” Andy hissed, clenching his teeth, “Can’t go starting a fight with the bloody manager, we will be barred for life and lose a customer.” He gripped the smaller man harder and Martin whimpered and struggled, the memory still raw as the pressure on his body brought it back. His breath started to quicken in panic and Andy let go, realizing what he was doing.
Martin rubbed his wrists as the grip was released, disgust written on his face.
Andy’s face flushed. He was out of order doing that, but it gave him a sexual thrill seeing the blonde struggle and whimper under his strength. To be honest he was becoming more and more pissed off with Martin’s behaviour over the last 10 days, he was being stupid and weak for not dealing with what had happened. ‘Toughen up Martin!’ He had stressed after a little wrangle the other day when they argued about holding up the profits.
“Jesus Mart I’m… sorry.”
“Fucking Prick!!” Martin yelled, letting the boiled anger bubble to the surface.
“I’m so sorry. I...”
“No Andrew, you don’t do you? You have no fucking idea!!”

From the backroom, and even over the music of the DJ, Dave could hear Martin shouting.
“You’d better keep him on a lead tonight David, he causes any trouble then he is out.” Trev stated sternly.
“I’m sorry Trev, I will go see what’s up.” He coolly replied, hoping to defuse the issue.
He had done the drop as quickly as he could and both men walked out innocently, returning to the bar where a very angry Martin was spitting at the redhead in fury
.“…Yeah fucking money is all you care about!” He barked.
“Hey hey Marty, sweetheart what’s the problem?” Dave came over rubbing his shoulders and tapping his neck with kisses (that he knew was his weakness) as Martin still threw daggers at the taller man. He was already pretty tanked on the few drinks and a hit before he’d even left the flat.
“He is my problem, thinking he can treat me like a bloody child!”
“Shh.” He soothed as Trev watched with intent, scowling at the blonde in warning.
Dave smiled at him and spun Martin around, staring into his eyes, hoping to impart some composure to him.
“No it was my fault, I was a little heavy handed,” Lowering his head in shame.
Dave nodded in understanding, knowing he was truly sorry.
“Sorry Martin.” Andy held out his hand and the blonde turned to look at him, hesitating before reluctantly accepting the hand shake. “Drink?” He grinned, knowing how to soften him up.
Martin’s soured lips crept into a smile, blinking slowly in acceptance.
Dave exhaled hard as hen returned to sit on the stool, nodding at Trevor who smiled back.
“Fuck sake.” He grumbled under his breath, downing his Bourbon on the rocks in one large gulp.

Two hours passed quickly, and the club was soon packed with enthusiastic singers. Some pretty good some just plain bloody awful, but it was just entertainment and that was all the mattered at the end of the day.
“I bet you can do better than him.” Dave said over the crowd’s cheers.
Martin was swaying a little, already forgetting the little disagreement. After several more drinks he’d lightened up with the distraction of a good night of entertainment. “Nah,” He grinned.
“No really, I bet you can! I have heard you sing in the shower, you have a voice of an angel.” Dave fluttered his eyelashes at him.
“Piss off.” His lover blushed with embarrassment, hunching his shoulders.
“I never heard you sing Martin, come on go up there. I’ll even join if you want.”
“Oh no way Andrew. You want to clear the club with your cats strangling tones?” Dave laughed, swatting him.
“Oi.” Andy moaned. “I’ll have you know I have been unfairly criticized about my voice, I actually can pull off a few good ones.”
“Spare us Andrew.” Martin chuckled. “Last time you sang Sarah threw a cabbage at you in the kitchen.”
Dave and Martin burst into laughter. “Serenading her” Dave cut in, holding his ribs in utter hysterics.
“Ok. I will show you philistines.”
Andy snatched the book from the table they now sat at, four metres away from the stage and tried to concentrate on the artists and songs. With a triumphant “Aha!” he started to write, pulling the pad away as Dave and Martin tried to cop a look. He stood, smiled conceitedly, and handed it to the person in charge. When he sat he looked smug, the two exchanging humorous looks at each other.
“Tell us then.”
“Nope.”
“Spoilsport” Martin huffed, drinking a sip from his nearly empty glass.
“Not unless you do one.”
Martin tutted in disapproval.
“Go on Martin, show him. Bet you a tenner you will be better than he is.” Dave said, nudging his with a shoulder.
Martin grinned, it did sound like a good little idea. “Ok, done.” He took the book and scanned through it.
Dave and Andy looked at each other, they knew he was feeling better, much more confident and had forgotten his troubles just for tonight. They were humouring him in a way, yes, but at least it took his mind off it all.
He found what he wanted and stood to give it to the girl, only then starting to feel anxious again.
There were at least five or six singers up before he was to be called. He was quite nervous although he was doing his best to make sure it wasn’t showing.
“Nervous Andy?” Martin pushed him with his arm, almost spilling his drink on his shirt.
“No, just warming up!”
“Yeah right, that is your third drink in ten minutes.” Dave teased.
“Why haven’t you done one then?” That shut him up.
“Ah well me, I’d rather keep my professional talents for the big venues.” He choked, and laughed.
“Bollocks.” Andy croaked.
Martin joined in laughing, “No go on, its only fair, me and Andy are doing it.”
“Yes but I bet you that Andy will be shit, I need to be the judge right? And I can‘t judge myself, be a little egotistical.”
Andy made a snarky comment under his breath.
”I can judge!” Martin jumped up, waving his hand.
“Bias,” Andy quipped.
“Ok then, you judge.” Martin frowned, playfully.
“How about we go on the crowd’s cheers; the most cheers, whistles, and claps wins?” Andy compromised. “Whoever wins gets a tenner from the losers.”
“Sounds great”
“Hang on I didn’t…” Dave was about to protest when he a song chart was thrust under his nose. “Alright” He grumbled, snatching it from Andy.
“So what you doing?” Martin asked, peering over the paper.
Dave snatched it away and beamed. “Wait and see.” He pinched his nose between two fingers and tweaked affectionately.
“Andy Fletcher?” The chubby brunette lady with a cheery face called his name.
Martin and Dave shoved practically dragging him by the heels until he moved and got up on the main stage. Sweat beaded on his forehead, not only from the heat of the burning spot lights, but from looking down at the sea of expectant faces. He could clearly hear Martin and Dave cheering as the microphone was put in his hand, and then the music stared. He cleared his throat and started to sing.
Martin and Dave watched as he sang Frank Sinatra’s ‘That’s life’, and were actually quite impressed. Looking at each other, they nodded.
“Fuck he’s not bad.” Martin said.
“Yes, I wasn’t expecting this, but I still know you can do better.” Dave smiled at him and kissed him on the lips, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him closer.
The crowd cheered and Andy bowed, grinning inanely and blowing kisses to the audience.
“Ok Andy, don’t get too carried away.” A comment passed Dave’s lips.
“Well done.” Martin said as he took a seat.
“Yeah yeah, not bad” Dave reluctantly agreed.
“Come on Dave, they loved me.” Andy beamed again, jubilantly taking his drink and downing it, his hands shaking like a leaf.
“David Gah-an?” A voice called over the microphone.
“I thought you were next Mart?” He said, a little stunned about how quickly he was called, and secretly trying to get out of it.
“It’s ok Dave, you go, I don’t mind waiting.”
“Shit.” He muttered under his breath as he stood up and made his way to the stage.
He sang a David Bowie number, ‘Let’s Dance’, and sang it really well. In the middle of his performance his confidence grew and he wriggled his bottom seductively, staring passed some swooning woman who found him enchanting, straight into the eyes of his beloved Martin, who blushed furiously at the attention.
He finished and the crowd roared, ladies throwing themselves at his feet to ask for a date. “Sorry ladies, I’m spoken for.” He nodded over to Martin, who almost sank under the table.
“Typical, gay,” One blonde girl said to her friend.
Which in fact wasn’t true, he was into woman as well as men, but never felt comfortable with them after being burned by several in the past, including Teresa who had taken him for a mug. Martin was like a man and a woman, having his feminine grace and boyish looks. He not only comforted him and loved him, he was his soul mate. What is gender when love is most important, right?
He moved gracefully through the crowd and kissed Martin’s hand.
“Stop it you two.” Andy griped as he pulled him on his lap and kissed him passionately.
“Do we have Martin here?” The lady spoke after the audience had calmed down.
“Your cue!” Dave murmured in his ear, sweetly kissing his neck. They were practically shagging one another in the chair by now.
“Go on.” Andy pushed.

This time it was slow and sweet. Martin sang ‘Oh my Love’ by John Lennon.
His voice carried, effortlessly filling the room, even as his eyes glazed, staring straight at the blank wall opposite just so he didn’t have to see the audience that would make him stop in fear.
He sounded beautiful as Dave arched his eyebrows and gasped. Andy too was captivated by him; the way he would sway his hips, the innocent look in his eyes, the way he held the microphone above his face, the way he moved, sang. Oh god, he was just so beautiful!
The girls fell into a trance and envied him, wanted him as much as they did Dave, fantasies of having them both in their beds playing in their sexually charged minds.
The song finished and he quietly said thank you, quickly skipping off his face almost a crimson red. The crowd went mad, whistling for him to do an encore. It took a while for the lady to hold off the people and cool them down before the next singer came on.

“Fuck me Mart, Dave wasn’t joking when he said you could sing!” Andy’s mouth gaped open, the threat of drooling not far off.
Dave looked at him in awe, and Martin just blushed, bringing his glass to his mouth and chugging it down.
“Another?” Andy asked, still utterly stunned.
Martin nodded and Dave cuddled him close, kissing his temple.
‘Shit how am I going to tell him I have to leave for a meeting tomorrow. Is this a good time or not?’
He really didn’t to ruin the evening, loving how close they had gotten in the last few hours.
What was he going to do? Shit!
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