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Love is a drug	By : martinette77 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Depeche Mode Views: 4050 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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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9

Wilder got off the phone just after he had told Dave to go and sit in the dining room. A smile crept on to his lips as he hung up abruptly. He had paid a man a great deal to carry out a specific duty, one which hadn’t quite been successful, but he still had time. He always had another trick up his sleeve.
He looked in the mirror, sliding his fingers through his hair and turned each side of his head to check his appearance. When he was satisfied he turned and walked to meet his guest.

Dave felt awkward sitting at the large table alone; the silver cutlery shining under the candlelight, a brass holder sitting in the middle of the table where three candles flickered softly. Red wine was already open and Mr Wilder told him to help himself, which he did, pouring it into a large posh glass, and savouring it slowly.
He sighed, this man was but fleetingly in his presence, repeatedly ducking out to ‘sort things’.
He was a busy man, yes, and this was why it had taken so long to arrange an appointment with him.
Now he was here, Dave felt like he still didn’t have the time, and he was growing angry and impatient.
“Fucking hell, should have gone home.” He muttered, fiddling with the fork. He was missing Martin so badly now, all he wanted to do was go home and hold him and say he was sorry for leaving him like that. He gloomily dropped his head. Why did he agree to stay over? He reached for his phone seeing Martin had left a text. He was blunt in his reply to Dave’s earlier message, simply saying ‘Fine!’
One single word showed how pissed off Martin was with him and Dave desperately wanted to text him back and moan about how he didn’t want to be here and how much he wanted to come home and be with him, but as soon as he pressed the reply button, He came into the room. Dave instantly shoved the phone back into his pocket. Had he finally found time to sit still for five minutes and talk to him?
He stood, raising an eyebrow as he took in Dave’s sheepish grin as he put away his phone.
“I’m sure he is missing you just as much.” He commented, causing Dave to frown. ‘How did he know about Martin and me?’
“Bloody Andy.” he said under his breath, still smiling but with his teeth clenched. “Yes.”
He then nodded, watching Wilder sit at the head of the table, rearranging his cutlery almost in a tic of OCD.
A rather stunning dark haired waitress brought in the food -it was placed before Dave first and looked rather nice, and different to what Dave had sampled before.
“Thank you, Nicole.” Wilder smiled charmingly at her, making a point of glancing at her backside encased in the short tight skirt as she walked away. This made Dave a little suspicious; was he some kind of pimp? He was now very interested in what he wanted to talk about. Opening his mouth and picking up the knife and fork, he decided a little politeness first would be a good approach.
“Food looks lovely, and I thank you and appreciate your kindness Mr Wilder.”
“Alan, please.” He replied.
“Ok thank you...Alan.” He began to eat, and Alan stared at him over the table, a wry smile on his lips.
There was an awkward silence as they ate; Dave was feeling more and more frustrated as Alan still didn’t start to discuss business. He was trying his best to bite his tongue and not just come straight out and ask.
“So what do you have in mind?” The words came out suddenly and Alan stopped, his wine glass in mid air. He swirled it once, then set it down.
“Well you are doing well so far, but there is room for improvements yes?”
“Always room for improvement” Dave chirped.
“You know I made half a million last year with the demand for high quality products.”
Dave whistled impressively. “Wow that’s some earner, selling at 50% RRP?” He was relieved, only now remembering that Andy had said he was in the same business.
“70%. We require only the best, pure coke, shipping from all over the continent.”
Dave almost dropped the food that tilted precariously on his fork. “P-pure?” He stammered.
“Yes David pure, I have a few qualified scientists that mash Cola leaves and mix them with a combination of acid and water, then the fluid is drawn off and mixed with ingredients such as lime and petrol to make rough granules of cocaine base -also called paste or pasta. The cocaine base is taken to laboratories where it is purified with kerosene, and a number of other distilling processes to make cocaine hydrochloride that's roughly 90% pure.”
“Wow, you know your stuff.” The noodles slipped onto the plate as his mouth dropped open.
“Of course, but there is a secret ingredient”
Dave raised his head like he was waiting to be told what it was, but Alan didn’t say another word.
“Yes of course.
He picked up the crystal glass and took a sip, Dave still sitting patiently, waiting for the answer.

Martin and Andy had gotten home safely. Whilst Martin grabbed a shower, Andy popped out to sort the car situation; fake insurance, MOT, registration documents all had to be taken care of. Ray was as much a crook as Andy was a master fraudster, so it was easy for him to know what to do in this desperate situation. Andy carefully drove his new swapped black Toyota Corolla –bought for a reasonable price with a little extra thrown in for Ray’s effort of doing him a favour -back to Stratford, picking up some grub from the chippie on the way.
Martin was still steaming with anger at Dave’s text message about staying the night and that he was sorry, furious that he hadn’t even called. He dressed in a black T-shirt and tight black jeans, waiting for Andy’s return. He was pretty hungry now and had felt weary after an interesting day to say the least, but he still feared the police would burst in and arrest him. And not only that, they could find the stash of cocaine they had hidden in the spare room.
Lighting a cigarette and pouring a glass of whiskey he desperately needed, he chugged it in one go, following it with another. After todays events he needed to get absolutely wasted, and also calm down his raging mood with Dave. This may be the last time a drop of alcohol could pass his lips.
He sat down and breathed out hard, his phone sitting on the table looking at him, tempting him to text Dave and tell him how much he missed him and what had happened today. But he didn’t want to worry him -he had an important meeting and he would be home tomorrow. His heart ached as he had never been away from him for this long, and it hurt so much. ‘Maybe he will call later,’ he thought, and then shook his head. He had to be strong, but stubborn.
Andy knocked, in his special coded way that Martin recognised as “Its Red”. They weren’t doing business, but he knew how terrified Martin was after the ordeal with the police. Martin opened the door and just moved away, his fists clenched as he was still feeling so angry. It was also partly the aftermath of the shock of almost getting arrested -and the thought that he still could –and being held hostage and almost getting shot. It was all catching up on him now; his heart thumped hard and his hands began to shake, followed by short uneven pants as he tried to breath.
“I got you Saveloy and chips that ok? Oh also...” He pulled something from the carrier bag and presented it to Martin who clearly hadn’t been taking much notice as he dealt with his panic attack. “Thought we both needed this, since you had nearly drank all the Jack Daniels.” He chuckled and looked over to the drinks cabinet, where only a dribble was left in the bottle. Andy grinned as he put down the bottle of Southern Comfort, his face falling as he realized something was wrong. “Mart-
Martin?” He called. But he was hyperventilating, pressing his hands to his chest, sheer panic on his face. “Shit!” Andy came over and turned him around, pure terror in the green eyes as Martin couldn’t speak, and was shaking terribly. “Ok ok! Sit down I will get you some water.”
He led Martin to the sofa, patting the cushion and helping him down, and then rushed to the kitchen, clumsily fumbling for a clean glass, cup, anything. He found a mug and filled it with the cold tap, skipping back to the blonde man who was bent forward, resting his head on his knees.
“Fuck Andy, fuck I’m done for!”
“Don’t be silly, here drink this, and breathe slowly with me ok?” Andy handed him the drink and started to take slow deep breaths.
Martin mimicked him and tried to control himself, the warm hand of his friend smoothing his arms as he did. Finally the panic subsided and his breathing became regular again. He looked up through the windowed lenses and into the blue eyes that were looking back at him, almost in a different way. Martin chose to ignore it and took a large swig of the water.
“You ok?” Andy asked, still letting his fingers caress his shoulder.
“Yes I think so.” Martin looked up again and saw the eyes still gazing at him in that strange way.
He started to feel awkward so he got up and moved to the kitchen, picking up the drink Andy had bought, collecting two glasses and set them down on the coffee table.
“I think we both need a stiff one.” He said.
‘Oh fuck Mart, I sure do.’ Andy thought as his eyes roamed Martin’s slender waist and the taut chest concealed in his tight shirt.

“Must eat first.” He tore his eyes off his friend and went to grab the food that was still wrapped in paper and sitting on the work top. When he returned he saw Martin had already drunk a large glass, neat. Shaking his head, he almost threw Martins food packet on the table. “Eat.” He commanded, looking sternly at him.
Martin rolled his eyes, putting down the glass, and preceded to unwrap the chips. He really was very hungry, he realised, as the smell wafted under his nose. He scoffed down a few chips like he was starving.
“I knew you were hungry.” Andy chuckled, watching him eat.
“Cheers Andy.” He held up a chip in salute, smiling around his mouthful.

“Phone call Mr Wilder.” Mr Kendall came into the dining room with the announcement.
Alan wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood. “Do excuse me Dave.”
He frowned, groaned inwardly, fed up with these constant interruptions, but smiled anyway. After Alan left the room Dave growled lowly, and then filled his glass again. He was getting more and more agitated so he decided to go for a wander. He was sure Alan wouldn’t mind as he had told him to feel free to explore anywhere, except his office and private rooms, of course.
They had finished dinner so he walked to the door, intending to have a nose around. He came to a door past the living room, and pushed it open, gasping as he saw a grand piano in the centre of the almost empty room. There was nothing else there, only a couple of chairs scattered around on the polished floor. It was amazing. Dave brushed his fingers along the keys, playing a few notes that echoed against the walls. He was feeling quite excited, it had been so long since he played.
Once he had finished playing with the piano, he walked to the door that led to the garden. He desperately needed a smoke, and he was sure Alan wouldn’t mind if he was outside, not knowing if he had the habit himself. He inhaled the fresh air, something he had never done as London was smoggy and polluted. It was a fantastic feeling and he decided not to have a cigarette after all, deciding instead to breathe in the pure air. He strolled around the house, stopping dead as he saw a door open in front of him -the creamy, light curtains danced with the breeze. It was a humid June evening and it wasn’t unusual to let a breath of air breeze through the building.
As he came closer he heard a voice -it was Alan and he was talking. Curiosity consumed him and he crept closer. Eavesdropping was probably not a wise thing to do but he was curious to find out about this business and what Alan was talking about. He backed against the brick wall and listened in, heart pounding hard, hoping not to get caught listening in on Alan’s conversation.
“Ok, so we will do this in a different way.” Alan said.“The police didn’t get him, no... Hmm yes... Not to worry, I have other plans for him.”
This sounded sinister and Dave wondered who he was talking to, and who he meant by this ‘him’. Perhaps someone had got on the wrong side of him, or hadn’t paid, or something else? Was he dangerous, would he do a hit? Dave’s fear rose as he heard more.
“Bring him here, and then I will work out how to deal with him.” Alan cleared his throat and his steps tapped rhythmically on the wooden floor as he paced “No just chloroform will do.”
Dave swallowed hard -what was this all about? He decided it was time to move just as Alan hung up and moved towards the open door. Dave slipped away just as Alan craned his head around the corner, a smirk placed on his lips. He lifted up the phone in his hand and scrolled down the list, hitting the dial. It rang once and he smiled at the voice from the other end. He sounded like he was in the street as he heard cars and crowds of people.
“Ah Andrew.” He grinned and shut the door.

Andy couldn’t help but stare as Martin ate the red skinned sausage; the way he placed it in his mouth and gently let his lips clasp it before biting. It was driving his mind into a spiral of crazy erotic thoughts. ‘Fuck Andrew stop it!’ He scolded himself, averting his eyes and breathing out.
Martin stopped in mid bite, flicking his eyes to the redhead. “What?” He asked, dropping the food on the paper.
Andy panicked, a quick reply automatically passing his lips. “Bruises are almost gone now.” He winced inwardly.
“Yes thank god. Was a real pain having to lie about it and say I got into a fight at the club.”
To Andy’s relief, he took it well, and now he took another moment to study his face. “Looks good.” They both smiled at each other.
A few hours had passed and the boys were well and truly on their way to getting hammered.
Martin was leaning back casually on the couch, Andy sat opposite him and though he was tempted, he had to keep a distance, especially in this state. The light music of Martin’s favourite CDs hummed in the background. They laughed and joked -Martin’s mind was at ease for now -but he then remembered Dave, and his mood changed.
“Hey w-smatter?” Andy slurred.
“He hasn’t even bothered to call me.”
“Oh! Maybe he is having a deep dis- dis cu sion.” He frowned as he stammered his words.
“He doesn’t care any more, it’s my fault all my bloody fault, I have pushed him away.”
“Hey no, Mart.” Andy scooted over and sat next to him, Martin’s strong scent wafting under his nose as he wrapped his arm around him to comfort him. It made him shudder with excitement and he tried to control his heavy intakes of breath.
“I messed up, been such a wimp, and stalling the business.”
“No look, it is perfectly understandable after what had happened to you.”
Martin shot a look at his friend, eyes widening as he realized he knew. “You knew I was…?”
“…Yes Mart, doesn’t take a genius to work it out.”
He looked down again. “You know Andy he hasn’t even touched me, not even in bed.”
“Maybe it’s because he doesn’t want to hurt you, you know, maybe he thought it would freak you out.”
“No, I want him to, it somehow makes it better, like, I dunno…” He trailed off and sipped the drink he held in his hands. “When I try he shrugs me away, well politely anyway. I’m hopeless.”
“No Martin Lee Gore you are not. You were a hero today saving that girl and her baby, giving them a new start. You confronted the police and that Frank! I have never seen such courage in you.”
A few strands of curls that had caught in his lashes flickered as he blinked. Andy desperately wanted to stroke them away, but Martin had already done it himself by the time he raised his hand. Mart forced a smile as the strong arm squeezed him tighter.
“Was funny the way that copper reacted when you kicked him in the nuts.” He chuckled, trying to cheer him up.
“Yeah” Martin sniggered.
“Listen, about Dave, you mean the world to him. I see how he looks at you, how he is all over you, protects you. I get jealous sometimes.” He admitted, bowing his head.
“Jealous why?”
“Yeah, I wish I had someone, to love, protect, to...”
‘I want you Mart’ he closed his eyes in his thoughts.
“Oh Andy, I’m sure there is someone out there for you.”
“Thanks Martin but I think I will be forever alone.”
“No, we are the closest thing to, well family, I guess. Best friends, the three stooges.” He giggled as he sees a smile form on his lips.
“Three blind mice more like.”
Martin boomed with laughter and Andy joined in, now leaning close to his chest. The warmth radiated off him, his aura of sexual need, the testosterone seeped from him. Stopping to lay down his heavy spinning head, he soon found it resting on Martin’s chest. They calmed their laughter and now Andy could feel the soft thuds of his heart and steady breaths through the sweet, clean smelling cotton shirt. His own arousal grew as his eyes lowered down – straight in view between his legs was a light bulge, humped in the crotch of his jeans. If he was not mistaken, Martin was growing hard just as he was.
The first sight of this sparked electric surges all through him, right down to his own cock that ached and throbbed painfully. Not only was Martin’s cock stirring, his pulse became rapid, the rise and fall of his chest quickened and trembled. ‘Fuck he’s getting hot’ Andy thought as his own heart sped up in response to his sexual desire.
“Mart.” He uttered softly, lifting his head to look straight into the eyes of the blonde man, seeing his enlarged pupils engulfing the green irises in the soft dim light. His mouth curved into a tiny smile and his heart pounded harder in his chest.
They stared at each other for what seemed like hours, the passions magnifying between them as they found their faces slowly moving closer. Then suddenly, Andy broke the spell, forcing himself to turn away before he made grave mistake. “I think it’s time for bed.” He said in an accidentally lusty gruff tone. “I… mean my bed… me … my bed, you in yours.” He turned away, face flushed and burning in embarrassment and excitement.
Martin laughed. “I know. Yeah I’m feeling pretty drunk and we have had such an eventful day.” He yawned and rubbed his eyes.
“Ok then, c’mon.” Andy stood, turning off the stereo with the remote and flicking off the small upright retro lamp. He led Martin to the bedrooms, stopping to say goodnight, and then moving to the box room. He fell on the bed with his hands on his head, raking back his red hair, his cock straining hard under his trousers. “Fuck.”

Back in Horsham progress was starting to be made as Alan had requested no more interruptions - any messages, emails, or calls he would see to first thing in the morning.
“I do apologize for keeping you Dave.” He said as he sat down in the armchair next to the fireplace.
In his hand was a glass of brandy and Dave sat opposite him drinking a glass of the same liquor.
“No it’s fine I see you are a very busy man.”
“Hmm, I have so much demand you see, and I need my...” He paused. “…My employees to carry out drops and pick ups from all over.”
“I bet you have a few.”
“What employees? Yes, but not enough.” He eyed Dave with a downward glance.
“Some are... How can I put it, a little overzealous. A bit of power goes their heads, say like to knock someone about if they hadn’t got what we requested.”
Dave frowned as it bought back a memory of what happened not too long ago. He went to speak, but then decided it’s wasn’t a good time. He barely knew this man, though strangely he felt close to him, as if they were almost alike, like they clicked.
“I feel your other colleague slows you down.” He stood and circled the room before staring back at Dave.
“Not really.” He snapped back in defence.
“According to Andrew you have slowed down because of this little problem.”
“Yes but its back on its feet” He lied. In truth, it was going down as punters were losing interest. They hadn’t been able to courier or shift the drugs due to Martin’s behaviour, and he wasn’t going to let Andrew do it alone. It was one of their rules, they stick together. Always, until recently they didn’t and shit happened.
“Well, maybe you should take another route. I believe you still have a grand’s worth of cocaine in your residence?”
‘Fucking Andy!’
“With all due respect, how much information has my colleague given you?” Dave grits his teeth and balled his fists.
“Enough.” He was smirking again.
“How do I know we can trust you? Dave practically jumped off the chair, only his hands gripping the arm stopping him from punching the conceited bastard right in the nose. How dare he look down on him, like some low classed dealer?!
Alan scoffed as saw his aggression. “I gave you my name. Just how hot headed are you David? Would you just lash out or is it true that you do have patience?”
Dave sank back down in the chair and let his fingers relax from gripping the textile. He sensed he was being tested.
“I do like my workers to be tough and know how to handle themselves.” Alan was pacing around the room again, much to Dave’s irritation.
“I do have patience, but not to people who like to purposely antagonise me.”
“Good!” He walked over to Dave and looked down, towering over him with an intimidating glare. “Work for me Dave.”
His mouth dropped open and then closed. “What, we work for you?”
“Not we, Dave, just you.”
“I … What… What about Andrew and Martin?”
“Andrew has already been working for me for the last seven months.”
Dave was now close to blowing a fuse -Andy had said he was a new contact. The little shit had been lying to them, how much has he been keeping from them? He then thought of Martin being alone with him, and panicked as he knew he could never trust him again. He’d only ever had his own best interest at heart, raking in more money from dealing with Alan. But maybe he was going to approach this in a subtle way -he had arranged this meeting so perhaps he really was genuine on his word that he was protecting their business by involving someone in the higher ranks.
He didn’t know what to think anymore. Confused, he tipped his head back, a number of questions swirling in his mind. He needed to talk to Red, his so-called friend, he had messed up before. And what about Martin, why wasn’t he included?
“What about Martin?” He asked again in the man’s defence.
Oh he is...in a manner of speaking” He smiled, eyes narrowed. “So are you in?”
Dave raked his fingers through his hair and thought for a while. “I’ll sleep on it, but you must tell me what is involved.”
“Sign the contract and all will be revealed.”
“No I can’t do that. I need time, to think, and talk it over with Andy and Martin. I can’t make a decision without them.”
“That is why, Dave Gahan, you have not had the success you desired.”
“But we do well, well enough. What the… Look I’m sorry…Forget it!” He waved his hand and slammed down his glass, turning to face the door when a calm voice brought him back.
   “You need to get rid of the coke. The police are already on Martin’s back so I suggest you sign and I can shift it for you tonight.”
He span on his heels, eyes wide open, mouth gaping. “What Police?”
“Seems your boy has been a tad irresponsible”
He closed his eyes slowly and dropped his head. “No Martin, what have you done?”
“Andrew said you were playing with fire taking him on -too naive to do the jobs and him ending up a casualty, and now as predicted its gone pear shaped.” He chuckled. “I can still bail you out, whilst there is still time.”
‘How did he know this? I will kill Andrew Fletcher when I get my hands on him, and Martin, what has he gotten us into?’
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