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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
- 5
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6
It was past 1am as they stumbled out of the doors, well two of them anyway as Dave decided to take it easy as he had an important business meeting the next day. He had to be prepared, alert and with his wits about him on what this was all about.
He chuckled as he watched Martin’s feet crisscross as he walked linked arms with Andrew who was doing the same thing, almost tripping each other up in the process.
They were singing and making a racket.
“Alright Lads, karaoke is over” He called catching them up; Martin instantly leaned into him and entwined his finger with his.
The soft smile caught his emotion of romance but inside he was screaming on not wanting to rock the boat. Maybe he should get Andy to tell him, or not tell him at all just go, but he will ask questions and wonder why he was away for so long. Sussex was a good two hours drive from here maybe longer, And god knows how long he will be at Mr Wilder’s, no he had to tell Martin and soon.

Andrew was about to call a cab when Dave spoke up. “You could always crash over ours you know.” He made a face to him getting the hint that he needed him there tomorrow to watch over Martin.
“W-hat?!” He frowned drunkenly calling from a distance.
Dave rolled his eyes, hand still entangled with Martin’s as he pulled him along to get closer.
“He said crash at ours” Martin interrupted just as Dave’s mouth opened to speak.
“Oh, if you are sure then…”
“…Of course seems silly travelling home when we live just a couple of streets away” He moved his eyes again pointing them down to Martin.
“Oooooh Yes of course tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow Dave?” Martin looked up expecting an answer but Andy opened his big mouth again.
“Yes he’s…” Dave shook his head frantically.
“You haven’t told him yet have you” He bit his lip and recoiled.
The hand slipped away and now the big green, black kholed eyes stared back at him.
“Oh shit Martin I was going to tell you...but” He flicked his hair from his face as he did when he was hiding something.
“…Tell – me- what?”
“Look lets go home first yeah I don’t want a row in the streets” This intrigued Martin more and pressed his hand on his chest to stop him from walking onwards, the eyes big and dark still glared.
“Tell me now Dave, you swore to me no secrets and you go and break your promise. Even he knows something I don’t so- what about tomorrow?” His lips formed into a sneer.
“I said lets go home first”
“NO I WANT TO HEAR IT NOW!” He screamed into the empty side street where they turned, a few curtains twitched.
Dave grabbed his arm, and locked a palm over his mouth.
“Listen to me” He held tightly. “We go home and raise hell there ok? Not here in the street where we are likely to get arrested. I have half- an -once of fucking coke in my inner lining of the jacket, you really want us to get caught?”
Marin shook his head and Dave released him.
“Good, home now then.”
The Ten minute walked was in complete silent and a little tense, only steps of their walking echoed through the night. Martin sulked; Andrew plodded hands in his pockets and head lowered, looking at he ground.
‘Bang goes my chance’ Dave was thinking as tonight was the only time in the last two weeks he had been intimate with him, not wanting to touch him in case he broke as that Kermit had tainted him.
Back home they came to the building and a ghostly quietness filled the Hallway as they moved up the stirs lightly.
Once inside Martin stood, facially challenging Dave with his stern stares.
“I’ll go… leave you two” Andy pointed to the spare room before wondering off to bed.
“You might need a blanket it’s not made up” Dave called trying to distract himself from that glare; eyes followed him around as he sat on the sofa.
“Right O” Andy called finding the duvet in the wardrobe.
That stare became closer, Martin was actually quite frightening when he was like this and fuelled with drink and drugs.
“Don’t look at me like that” Dave snapped, taking a cigarette from the packet and placing it between his lips, not even wanting to look and meet those eyes he knew that were burning through him.
“Tell me David.”
He blew out the smoke rather exaggerated and rubbed his forehead with his thumb.
    “Sit down Martin”
The Blonde did as he was told on the opposite sofa; he didn’t want to be near his lover right now as he was so angry at him.
“I have to be in Horsham tomorrow” He started slowly and carefully.
“Sussex?” He almost squealed. “But why? We don’t have contacts there do we?”
“Not until now no. I have a meeting with a Mr Wilder.”
“I? You mean we right?” He was smiling now, but soon it was quickly wiped off.
“No Martin me, I have to go alone.”
“Oh no you don’t we all go together.”
“Not this time, he wants to see me, well he will want to meet you but not right now not…”
“…WHY?” he protested in anger.
“It’s just delicate Martin, what with you and… Look why do I have to explain? I am going, alone, you are staying here that’s it” He became masterful.
“No you can’t. What if you get hurt or end up assaulted over the bloody desk like me huh?”
“It won’t happen Mart, Andy said he was genuine and happens to be in the same business as we are.”
“Might have guess Andy was behind this, scamming behind my back. The pair of you”
“Not scamming protecting you.”
“I don’t need protecting, I’ m fine you two made fucking sure of that feeding me to that shark.”
“Oh Martin stop being such a drama queen, I wasn’t the one who got hold of this man.”
“Andy again!” He said sarcastically “Drama queen?” He stood as the fury spread to his fists clenching them hard so that his knuckles turned pale.
“You want to try getting shafted pinned down, unable to move with a knife stabbing you in the neck Dave! Then maybe you’ll understand DRAMA!” he started to shout, Dave waved down his arm to stop him.
“No I won’t calm down or be quiet” He yelled as Dave told him to do so.
“You know what it feels like Huh? No I should be used to it now, not the first time I...” His voice broke as Dave’s mouth dropped open.
“What… you never...”
“No, I didn’t Dave” He turned his back and hunched his shoulders, forgetting Andy was in the next room and hearing every word.
Dave’s hand hovered over his shoulders from behind unsure weather he would get a punch in the mouth for touching him, then he flopped then to he side, thinking it was better not to.
“I…s... sorry Martin, when …?”
“Before we met, two men cornered me and….”
“Jesus!”
“They were friends of the Hatcher brothers, they must have told them about me living there at the time. They came into my room, and…” His voice quivered.
“Hey” He paced to stand in front of him a glisten of a tear caught his eye as it ran down his cheek.
“Did anyone help I mean heard you shout for help?”
“No” He wiped his eyes with his hand. They gagged me, and said they would kill me if I squealed.”
“Fuck sake” Dave flicked his hair “Oh god, I wish I could have kicked their asses for that, I would have killed them” His canines showing as he curled his lips in anger.
The green glassy eyes caught his. “Funny you never cared or did anything about that Kermit.”
“Oh god Martin, it was difficult, he’s, in the business, we will be caught hurt or worse if we tackled him, you must understand that, look what he did to you”
“Thanks” He walked away and sat down again.
“You know the score” He walked over and crouched by him.
Martin just faintly nodded he was right they couldn’t do a single thing.
“So when do you leave?” he asked after a moments silence.
“Joes picking me up at 1pm”
“I still think I should come”
“God sake, you are so tedious when you are in this mood” He stood again.
“I just don’t understand, why”
“I told you, it’s delicate” He again paced like a panther and sat next to him, capturing the Blonde’s eyes.
“Like you are, delicate, and precious” he took his hand, Martin snatched it away.
But it didn’t help flattering him he still looked annoyed and even more so being patronized.
“So you are going to leave me, and for how long?” His tone was flat.
“Andy will stay with you if you want to” he now snaked his arm around his shoulders, he was getting a little hot, his urge creeping as he felt tingling sensations between his legs, he was becoming hard, and desperate to drag that pretty boy to the bedroom and fuck him senseless. But Martin’s vibes were less than aroused and also Dave felt like couldn’t push him not after what happened, he couldn’t, he had to be patient and wait until he was ready.
He twitched as the engorged erection bothered him, getting up then tuning to Martin.
“Coming to bed?”
“NO. I’m sleeping here don’t want to be anywhere near you Gahan!” He sulked, not liking it one bit that he had to be left tomorrow.
“Suit yourself” He replied a little hurt by rejection.
It wasn’t all that comfortable on the sofa. The leather stuck to his skin peeling away uncomfortably as he turned. He was in the dark and missing the warmth of his lover, still he was stubborn and tossed with the thin blanket, feeling the back of the chilled sofa against his.
He sighed and sat up, rubbing his face with his hands, sleep didn’t come as the growing anxiety and anger still boiled in his stomach.
The light footsteps distracted him; someone was coming into the room.
Andy was opening the fridge to get some juice, picking up the glass off the side.
“Andy” Martin said out of the blue, Making Andy suddenly make noise of surprise and the glass smash on the floor, then Martin turned on the standard lamp, squinting as his eyes hurt from the light.
“Fucking hell Martin you almost gave me a heart attack,” He clasped his chest.
“Sorry” He chuckled seeing the amusement of it. “Better luck nest time” He chuckled again.
“What are you doing here, why aren’t you in bed?”
”Don’t ask” He mumbled.
Andy started to pick up the glass from the floor; luckily it only broke in three bits.
Martin came in to help, finding the dust pan and sweeping the tiny shards, watching his bare feet in the process, careful not to stand on any.
“Think that’s all” He said, not realizing the redhead was staring at him holding a small cardboard box where they placed the broken glass. Martin then looked up to meet his gaze.
“Nothing Andy you know…” He answered the question that was not asked in spoken words.
“Fight huh?”
Martin stood and tipped the remainder of the shards in the box then put the dustpan on top of the swing bin.
“You heard!”
“Hard not to; practically screaming at him.” Andy then put the box next to the bin.
“He’s leaving me, going to meet some Mr Wilder tomorrow well today” he looked at the kitchen wall clock. ”What the hell am I supposed to do? He won’t let me come with him.”
“Yeah, I know” He lowered his head and switch on the kettle, it was gone 5, no point in going back to bed now he was fully awake by that fright.
“Why, then Andy? Why does this who ever Mr Big shot want him alone?”
“Like Dave said it’s a difficult situation, it’s complicated” He trailed of taking two clean cups from the draining board.
“Bollocks! You two are up to something”
Andy was beginning to get tired of his constant whinging.
With agitation he put a spoon full of coffee in each cup then turned sharply to Martin who was close to his back.
“Look! There is nothing going on” He rested his hands on his shoulders, looking into Martin’s tired eyes, without his glasses he look a little different, softer maybe.
“How am I supposed to believe you?”
“Trust Mart, trust us.”
All he could do was look up at his tall friend; he was too tied to argue anymore.
“Go to bed Martin you look exhausted.”
“I can’t sleep, not now.”
Andy sighed and carried on making coffee, taking the cups into the lounge area and putting them down on the coffee table.
The dawn was beginning to light the room through the curtains, the birds twittered as they sat in silence sipping their drinks.
Martin stared into space so many thoughts, doubts and questions running through his mind.
‘Surely there must be a good reason for this. Perhaps they with tell me after the meeting, but why keep me in the dark?’
His eyes were weighing down now, and he fought the need to sleep.
As Andrew nipped to the toilet he found his body slip, letting his head rest then his eyes finally gave in.
The tall man stopped as he saw the man sleeping soundly on the sofa, the light snores whistled though his nose.
He tilted his head to the side and smiled.
“Aw” He cooed, seeing Martin hadn’t drunk all the coffee as it was still clasped in his hands.
He took this opportunity to study his face, the lines of his lips, soft and sensuous. His nose eyes, even his beauty spots on his cheek captivated him, his heart jumped at this beautiful man, if only he could kiss his lips, just as he slept, maybe? Or will he wake up and lump him one?
Dave was so lucky to have this angel, Yes angel! Dave always called him that and he was right, he was.
Taking the cup that now tipped dangerously close to the hot liquid spilling over his lap, and giving Martin a nasty shock; he put it back on the table.
His eyes couldn’t avert from him, this was his only moment he had that he could just stare for hours, but he had to compose himself. This was Dave’s boyfriend, and lover, he couldn’t let such feelings get a hold of him.
He moved closer perhaps something out of a strong protective urge, lifting him with both hands, one under his knees and another cradling his back, letting his head lean on his chest. Involuntary Martin held on to his neck, probably thinking it was Dave.
   He stood and carried his light body, looking down as he moved him into his room; taking another moment to study his handsome face.
Dave was sound asleep laying on his front, tattooed arm sticking out from under the covers, head buried.
Pulling back the cover careful not to wake him, he settled Martin on the mattress and covered him over, He turned and smiled.
Andy sighed and left the room, maybe he could catch a few hours himself, only wishing he was in the bed with Martin not Dave.
Climbing back into the single bed he thought for a while, he had the day to spend with him and was pretty excited about that!
He knew Dave would be hours and likely not to return until evening.
In that time he wanted to make the most of being with Martin alone, protect him and get to talk, maybe open up a little, be Dave for a few hours only minus the intimacy.
‘Yes intimacy’ he though letting his hand crawls down to his arousal and stroked lightly.
He closed his eyes and let his fantasies fill his mind. ‘No harm could be done just by fantasying surely?’ He thought, relieving himself quietly.
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