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Love is a drug	By : martinette77 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Depeche Mode Views: 4049 -:- 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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Warning contains drugs, and violation

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Love is a drug
The prologue
In an East London flat live two men with not the simplest of lives… no!
The black market was becoming more popular then ever in this day and age, and was the easiest place to traffic, hidden within the dark places, amongst the dregs of society.
Dave supplied the smack; Martin, the delivery boy, and with their manager, Andrew, they worked together methodically and carefully. Anyone who seemed a little dodgy they tried to avoid, although sometimes it was impossible to foresee the unknown.
Suppliers were never a problem; some of Dave’s closet friends had perfected the art of mixing to produce top quality shit.
The dealers were another issue. Some unsavoury characters amongst their ranks leaving them feeling as if they should watch their backs -especially Martin. He was pretty for a man -his face boyish with an effeminate form, gentle and fragile. He was really too timid for this work, but the punters fell for his grace, doing anything just to catch a glimpse of his handsome face again.
He was protected, don’t get me wrong! Andrew or Dave, or both, always accompanied him on the drops -it was far too much of a risk for him to go alone, and so he had never done so. Though Dave was now starting to feel he needed to toughen up -in this job you need your wits and strength about you at all times.
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“Morning boys. How’s tricks?” Andrew walked through the door, brushing past Dave, still half asleep and in his boxers.
Dave yawned and shut it after the red- haired man, following him back to the kitchen, where he settled himself down at the table and helped himself to some freshly brewed coffee, looking fresh as a daisy.
Martin bit into his toast, just as sleepy as Dave, and far from the mood for pleasantries at eight in the morning.
“Yeah good, we sold 200 grams last night. Seems the local club manager has a bit of a trade going.” Dave sipped the coffee from his own mug.
“What club?” Andy lowered the cup back onto the table.
“Blue Velvet.” Martin answered with a smile.
“Ah hardly surprising, that joint has a bit of a reputation.” He bent closer “Did you know they’ve had two raids in the last three months?”
Martin stopped eating, his toast hanging in the air halfway to his mouth, and Dave froze. Andy just laughed. “Don’t worry chaps.” He patted Martin’s outstretched hand that rested on the table. “Mr. Derenzo won’t squeal. He’s highly respected and would rather serve time than lose contacts.” Andy winked at the slight man, and Martin pulled his hands away, a little unconvinced. “And you two, my friends, have popped a corker there.” He swiped a slice of toast from Martin’s plate and confidently took a bite.
“Yeah well, we hope you’re right, Andy. We have had no problems so far.”
“I hope you sold at 10% of the RRP?”
“20% actually.” Martin beamed.
“Good! I’m sure your source was a good blend.”
“Of course! Have you ever doubted me Andrew?” Dave replied cocking a cheeky eyebrow, and flipping his fringe from his eyes.
“Course not.” He took another sip of coffee and clapped his hands. “Right. Business, chaps!”
Andy dealt with the contacts; making sure he got addresses, numbers, names, and to ensure they were legitimate, and not someone that would screw them over. Pay up front, no special negotiating -if they weren’t happy, tough! -they don’t deal with them again. Their own homes were kept secure and never to be located.
Pretty dangerous maybe, but luckily they had good regular customers, and no complaints. Having only being in the business two years, they’d had some scrapes, but they soon learned. Dave’s contacts were always the best -none of this washing powder or rat poison rubbish, they got top grade cocaine, Heroin… whatever they could get. A lot of it was thanks to Andy who had set up the business to start with, and successfully grown it.
“Right.” Andy pulled out his briefcase and placed it on the table, his executive slanted blue eyes peering at them through his think rimmed specs.
Martin held his breath. He hated this part, more dreaded it really, as he was the one who had to put himself forward while the others melted into the background.
But it was worth the good money that paid the rent on this posh two bedroom flat they lived in. As you entered, you were faced with big windows on the opposite wall, giving the place a large airy feel. The lounge area was open plan -cream leather sofas, glass coffee table, on pale wood flooring, with a kitchenette and breakfast bar to the right by a small doorway leading to the bedroom and bathroom. Opposite was an alcove with a round dinning table. They could also afford top label clothes and food, plenty of extras with which they could live more than comfortably.
Martin hadn’t been there long. In fact he’d been hauled out of a sticky situation, the two of them finding each other by pure luck.
Martin had been in a bedsit, sharing with some very nasty people. There was something about him that the men found the need to pick on. He went on the run and was soon found beaten on the streets after the thugs had followed him. They had trashed his room and warned him to never return or they would do more than just give him a good hiding,
This was when Dave had showed up and taken him under his wing, caring for him and bathing his wounds. He’d come to the bedsit in Dagenham, helped him clean the graffiti off the wall -big red letters saying ‘Nancy Boy’ and ‘queer’, nothing at all nice as they threatened Martin’s suspected sexuality.
Dave stayed with him some nights despite Martin’s reluctance, fearing it would make the situation worse, that they would accuse him of being his boyfriend, but Dave was tough and the brothers didn’t seem to bother them when he was around.
With things getting worse, and Dave not able to be there all the time, he decided to let Martin move into his flat in Stratford. So there they stayed. Dave needed assistance in paying the rent so it helped when Martin moved in, both of them finding work in a bar, where they soon stumbled over Andrew Fletcher -the owner of the restaurant Toast Hawaii, in Greenwich, close to his own fancy house. They hit it off instantly and quickly became good friends.
Still, the rent increase meant they had to work twice as hard, and it was getting impossible to have a social life, let alone spend any money on themselves.
Andy treated them to a free meal at his restaurant, having a proposition for them at the same time.
Inviting them back to his place after a slap up meal and a free bottle of wine, he approached them discreetly on the matter of the black market -of trafficking drugs, over a few scotches.
Luckily for Dave his old friends and contacts had been in touch -he liked a little hit every now and then, nothing heavy, just something to get by. Funnily enough, he had been approached by them trying to come back into the trade. As they had some strong quality gear, that Dave had tried, he approved, and Martin too had a tiny taster.
Years before Dave had been a dealer, back in the days of Basildon, when he was young and naïve. He’d been caught, and could have been sentenced to a few years inside, just for possession, but his close friend Jon ‘Macky’ Glaswegian took the blame for it all, pleading guilty to possession and dealing. He was sentenced to ten years in prison, his other mate Daz given five years, while Dave walked away scot free and swore never to deal again. He owed it to his good friends as they did time for him.
He had stayed clean ever since but now, 12 years on, his friends called on him, but only to supply again. Old habits die hard, he had joked with them, and felt he owed them big time, the guilt had been drilling into him ever since.
So Andy had come up with this idea -Dave had contacts, where was the harm? It was all discreet, and safe, since now they were older and a little wiser.
He called on Macky after a long discussion, agreeing on the new deal, closing it with a hand shake and an old friendly embrace, after meeting in Soho where he had been living for the last few months.
He thanked him graciously for what he had done for him, even offering him more than a fair share of the sold gear.
Of course Macky had new associates too who he could do business with; Daz had been a long distance contact, keeping apart lessened the chance of suspicion falling on them. He lived in Manchester, with his wife and two boys. He was playing the real family man, but with a dark underhand double life, and he never returned to Essex.
So with contacts secured, and Andy having a great head for business -hence his successful restaurant, and not short of a few bob! –they were all set. Not only did Andrew have the mind of a criminal fraudster, he was clever, and managed to fiddle the books and never got caught. Taking pity of the others, he fixed it so if he had been sussed, they would only find his dodgy account to pin him on, his ‘others’ would be safe, and switched over to Dave and Martin, the silent partners.
Back to the present; Andy was sitting looking at the ‘black book’ as they called it. It contained all the dates, times and names, contact addresses, etc.… and today they had a fair few.
“Midday we have Mr. Lawson. He wants you to meet him at the back of Cannon street.” Martin breathed out, he knew this one was ok. Lawson had been a loyal customer for a long while, friendly and honest.
“At 2.30, Mickey Mad, 3pm Skip, and 5pm it’s Donny Parker.”
“Ah good, some regulars.” Dave smiled, wrapping an arm around the rigid blonde to comfort him. He knew how much he hated this part, but it was good to know that the contacts were some of their better associates.
Andrew rubbed the bridge of his noise and glancing over to Martin for a moment, causing the smaller man to become a little concerned.
“We do have a new one.” He sighed, seeing him tense again at his words.
“Mr. ‘Kermit’ Kenneth.” He looked up from the book, unimpressed, as Martin started to snigger.
“Why do they call him Kermit?” He straightened his lips.
“Who knows Martin, but we must remain vigilant with him. He requires 150 grams of coke, and you’ve to meet him at Club Noir in Soho, tomorrow. He also specified smart dress so no-one will become suspicious that you are anything other than staff. He was very clear on the matter.”
“Wait, was it him that actually sent you the message?” Dave asked, fidgeting a little.
“Well, not directly. I guess he had an assistant to tell me the details, although I’m sure he is ok. Usually with the higher rank we get a greater deal of respect.”
Martin shuddered, and Dave pulled him closer.
“Mart,” Andy lowered his voice and leaned across the table as if he was talking to a small child. “You really must trust me on this, and I think you’re ready to do this alone.”
“Hey, hey wait! He’s terrified; you can’t send him out to a new punter just like that. He could get hurt.”
“He needs to toughen up Dave, you’ve said that yourself. I have business tomorrow, I can’t be here. I’m due in Croydon for a meeting at half 2. I can’t hold his hand anymore.”
“Thank you so much.” Martin folded his arms, a look of hurt crossing his face.
“Then I will. Look, it’s new; can’t we send him alone to today’s drops? We know them, we trust them, it’s a safer start.”
“I am still here you know.” Martin huffed, nudging Dave’s warm arm away, rejecting his affection.
They had become lovers in the time they lived together over the past few weeks. Martin had become accustomed to his warmth and sympathy, how he protected him, nurtured him. Dave had fallen for his beauty, his grace and found himself dazzled by his innocent green eyes the moment he saw them.
One night they got drunk, an attempt to lift the burden of a life that was becoming increasingly difficult. They’d almost lost the flat, due to arrears and not being able to pay the rent -Andrew coming to the rescue only months later. They’d taken a little coke to keep them from breaking and helped soften the mood.
Dave longed to brush his fingers through his platinum locks that framed his handsome features, to kiss those smooth pouting lips.
Martin always wore such figure hugging clothes that left nothing to the imagination, and my god he had such a sexy body, from every curve of muscle, to his shapely legs under the tight bondage trousers.
He was in the spare room across the hall, and Dave was driving himself mad with never ending fantasies of having his body beneath him, writhing, trembling as he touched him. He didn’t want to push, to be too forward, he wanted to wait until Martin was ready. Especially considering the traumatic time he’d had before.
But they’d ended up in bed together, passionately making love, and as he dreamt Martin was crying out his name, his little fingers curled in the sheets, panting and moaning under him. They kissed, touched and fucked, and now he was falling for him harder, and wanting to protect him even more now.
Dave suspected a little jealousy in Andy -he saw the way he would undress Martin with his eyes. No surprise, he was a very attractive man, no doubt about that! But he stayed clear of causing problems. After all, he was a close friend and partner, and knew tension between them would fuck up everything they’d worked for.
Andy was like the Godfather. He was level-headed; someone who knew every way of dealing with any situation that might arise. He was a great ally, and they needed him.
“Dave, I have double booked.”
“Then fucking un-double book.” He barked.
“It’s not as simple as that David. We want to keep our customers happy, don’t we?” Andrew sighed and frowned, “We have Kermit at 3pm, and I also have another drop on the other side of town at the same time.”
“Oh great, and I suppose muggins here has to do that one?” Dave asked, rolling his eyes. “Look, I will do Kermit, and Martin can do the other.” The green eyes locked with his, saddened and worried.
“I already told Kermit… Martin…” Andy trailed off.
“Oh I see,” Dave waved his hand knowing exactly what he had said. “Yeah our ‘prettiest’ young man will come. Eye candy, yeah?” He knew Martin was being exploited for his appearance again.
“I told him one of our boys will be there, the small good-looking blonde, and I can’t let him down. I’m sorry Dave but he will be expecting Martin. We need to keep up our reputation, and Martin is...” He gestured to the man in question. “Perfect.”
Dave sighed heavily and fiddled with his shoulder length hair. He had tied it up, and some strands at the sides came loose as he pulled it.
“I’ll do it.” Martin said, catching the others off guard, and leaving them staring at him in surprise.
“Mart?” Dave stroked his shoulder. “Are you sure?”
“You’re right, I do need to stand up and be brave. I will do this job.”
“Good man.” Andy beamed.
“I will get the cab booked, and Dave, you will need one to get to Hammersmith. Old Joe can do the job, drop you off first.” Andy had his own contacts in the taxi firm -they knew him well and respected him, their loyalty being repaid with complementary meals at Toast Hawaii.
Dave was still staring at his lover. He was trembling, and his breath was shallow and uneven, making it obvious that he was petrified.
“Martin, you need to do as you are told -pay attention, and make sure they have the right amount we have been asked for.” Andrew glared sternly over his glasses, his voice serious.
“No wise cracks, and keep your mouth shut unless you’re asked a question or told to speak, do you hear me?” He was pointing now, and Martin nodded in agreement, swallowing hard at his harsh words.
“You know how this works, only difference is we won’t be behind you this time.”
Martin nodded lightly in understanding and swallowed again, fear and adrenaline coursing through his body, almost making him sweat hot and cold.
“Well gentlemen that’s it. I will come and pick you up at eleven.” Andrew eyed up Martin, his hot gaze taking in the slender body clad only in a t-shirt and shorts.
“Do you feed him Dave, he’s looking thin?” He joked.
Dave laughed and thrust his hips slightly as he moved away from the table. “Oh I feed him alright.”
“Dirty sod.”
Martin failed to register the conversation, unable to hear any other sounds over his heart pounding in his head.
“See you later.” Andy called, bringing him back to the present. He could only just mumble a goodbye, frozen as he was. Dave’s hand on his cheek jolted him, and he glanced up to see Dave’s calming smile.
“It’s ok, it will be fine.” Dave encircled his arms around his waist and kissed his slender neck. “Just a one off, I promise.”
“Yeah.” Martin uttered, turning to face Dave, smiling shyly, and kissed his lips.
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Love is a drug

​Warning contains drugs, and violation

Warning contains drugs, and violation