2 comments/ 7352 views/ 5 favorites Love Is a Drug Ch. 01 Pt. 01-02 By: wickedgirl06 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. Calvin supplied the smack; Theo 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 Cal'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 Theo. He was pretty for a man -his face boyish with an effeminate form, gentle, fragile and petit. 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 Cal, 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 His lover was now starting to feel he needed to toughen up -in this job you need your wits and strength about you at all times. 1 "Morning boys, How are tricks?" Andrew walked through the door, brushing past Calvin who was still half sleep and in his boxers. He 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. Theo bit into his overly buttered toast, just as sleepy 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." Cal tried to sound enthusiastic then sipped the coffee from his own mug. "What club?" Andy lowered the cup back onto the table. "Blue Velvet." Theo 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?" The fair man stopped eating his toast hanging in the air halfway to his mouth, and his man froze too. Andy just laughed. "Don't worry chaps," He patted the 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 Theo pulled his hands away, a little unconvinced. "And you two, my friends, have popped a corker there." He swiped a slice of toast from the 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." Theo beamed. "Good! I'm sure your source was a good blend." "Of course! Have you ever doubted me Andrew?" Cal 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. Calvin's (Or known as Vin) 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." The manager pulled out his briefcase and placed it on the table, his executive slanted blue eyes peering at them through his think rimmed specs. Theo 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 modern 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 bedrooms 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. Theodor 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. He 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 Calvin 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 in big red letters saying 'Nancy Boy' and 'queer', nothing at all nice as they threatened his suspected sexuality. Cal stayed with him some nights despite Theo's reluctance, fearing it would make the situation worse, that they would accuse him of being his boyfriend. But he was tough and the brothers didn't seem to bother them when he was around. With things getting worse, and his guardian not able to be there all the time, he decided to let this poor boy move into his flat in Stratford. So there they stayed. Needing assistance in paying the rent so it helped when Theo moved in, both of them finding work in a bar, where they soon stumbled over Andrew .R. Standley the owner of a restaurant in Greenwich, close to his own 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 Cal 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, Vin (to them) had tried, he approved, and Theo too had a tiny taster. Years before he had been a dealer, back in the days of South London 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 'Mackey' 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 Vin walked away scot free and swore never to go down that path again. He owed it to his good friends as they did time for him. He had stayed clean ever since but now, Twelve 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. Calvin had contacts, where was the harm? It was all discreet, and safe, since now they were older and a little wiser. He called on Mackey after a long discussion, agreeing on the new deal, closing it with a hand shake and an old friendly embrace after meeting in Brixton 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 Mackey 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 his old haunts. 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 on the others, he fixed it so if he had been sussed, they would only find his dodgy tax accounts to pin him on, his 'others' would be safe, and switched over to Theodor .L. Curtis and Calvin .J. Walsh 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." Theo breathed out, he knew this one was ok. Lawson had been a loyal customer for a long while, friendly and honest. "At 2.30pm, Mickey Mad. Croydon. 3pm Skipper, 2A Tottenham Court Road. And 5pm it's Donny Parker. Near Kings Cross, all deatails noted." "Ah good, some regulars." Cal smiled, wrapping an arm around the ridged man 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. The manager rubbed the bridge of his nose and glancing over to Theo for a moment, causing him 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 Theo now started to snigger. "Why do they call him Kermit?" He straightened his lips. "Who knows, 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?" Cal 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." Theodor shuddered, his man pulled him closer. "Theo," 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 Vin! You've said that yourself. I have business tomorrow, I can't be here. I'm due in Depford for a meeting at half Two. I can't hold his hand anymore." "Thank you so much," folding 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, and it's a safer start." "I am still here you know." Theo huffed, nudging the warm arm away, rejecting affection. They had become lovers in that they lived together, over the first few weeks. He had become accustomed to his warmth and sympathy, how he protected him, nurtured him. Cal 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. Calvin longed to brush his fingers through his bleached platinum blonde curly hair that framed his handsome features, to kiss those smooth pouting lips. He 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 stone washed Jeans. He was in the spare room across the hall, and was driving himself mad with never ending fantasies of having his taunt naked body beneath him, writhing, trembling as he touched him. He didn't want to push, to be too forward, he wanted to wait until he was ready, especially considering the traumatic time he'd had before. But they did end up in bed together, passionately making love, and as he dreamt sweet Theo 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, wanting to protect him even more now. However; suspected a little jealousy in Andy as he saw the way he would undress his cute guy with his eyes. No surprise, he was a very attractive man, almost feminine no doubt about that! Turning heads of men and wowan, converting a straight man too even. 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. "Vin, I have double-booked." "Then fucking un-double book." He barked. "It's not as simple as that! 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?" Rolling his eyes. "Look, I will do Kermit, and Theo can do the other." The green eyes locked with his, saddened and worried. "I already told Kermit... Theodor..." Andy trailed off. "...Oh I see," Cal waved his hand knowing exactly what he had said. "Yeah our 'prettiest' young man will come. Eye candy, yeah?" He knew his boyfriend 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 Vin but he will be expecting who I said, decribed. We need to keep up our reputation, and He is..." He gestured to the man in question. "Perfect." Calvin sighed heavily and fiddled with his hair. He had tied it up, and some strands at the sides came loose as he pulled it. "I'll do it." He finally piped catching the others off guard, and leaving them staring at him in surprise. "Angel?" Stroking 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 Vin, you will need one to get to Hammersmith. Old Jock can do the job, drop you off first." Lucky for them he had his own contacts in the taxi firm, they knew him well and respected him, their loyalty being repaid with complementary meals at Stan's. Cal was still staring at his lover. He was trembling, and his breath was shallow and uneven, making it obvious that he was petrified. "Theo, you need to do as you are told, pay attention and make sure they have the right amount we have been asked for," Glaring sternly over his glasses, his voice significant. "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, compliantly nodded in agreement Theo swallowing hard at his harsh words. "You know how this works, only difference is we won't be behind you this time." He again nodded lightly in understanding and swallowed again, fear and adrenaline coursing through his body almost making breaking out in a cold sweat. "Well gentlemen that's it. I will come and pick you up at eleven." He announced then eyed up this timid form, hot gaze taking in the slender body clad only in a t-shirt and shorts. "Do you feed him Vin, he's looking thin?" a light banter to end the meeting, may making him feel better. "Oh I feed him alright." A cheeky wink. "Dirty sod." Poor little man 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. The warm hand on his cheek jolted him, and he glanced up to see this calming smile. "It's ok, it will be fine." He encircled his arms around his waist and kissed his slender neck, "Just a one off I promise." "Yeah," He uttered, turning to face Cal, smiling shyly, and kissed his lips. Before the drops the boys carefully handled the wrapped gear that they kept in a very secure area. To anyone else the walk in closet in the small spare room was just an ordinary place to hang clothes or for storage, as it was. But secretly hidden underneath the plain wooden floor was a loose section, about 9 inches in square diameter that they could lift to reveal a hole with enough room to store the gear they needed. Who would suspect cleverly hidden as it was by boxes? and anyway, a special hook was required to open it, one that they kept on their persons at all times, cleverly disguised as a simple bottle opener. A small bag was the perfect size to hold enough for the drops of the week. They placed what they needed into separate sections, marked with colour coded stickers so they knew what was for who. Sometimes they could do more than five drops a day, and sometime just a couple, but today was average and easy, meeting the regular customers in usual places. The knock startled them. In this very delicate operation they were more jumpy than normal, never knowing who it might be, or if they were about to be caught red handed with cocaine in their possession. It was unlikely but they never knew what could happen, so they had to be careful not to leave a trace behind them. Theo walked to the door and waited for a second. He recognised Andrew's special knock so he knew it was safe to open the door, the voice behind said it all; "It's red," a code word they knew, reassuring him it really was safe. Red was Andrews's code name. "Hi," Theo smiled in a casual way letting the man walk in shutting the door quickly behind him and least there weren't any nosy neighbours about. There were four flats in the block; two downstairs, two upstairs, one of which the both of them occupied. "Ready then?" Catching the blonde off guard, and taking the opportunity to let his eyes roam across his body. Wearing a black shirt that opened in a deep V to the middle of his smooth chest. Those light jeans clung snuggly around his ass, hinting at what he had hidden within, which just happened to be something that Andrew was very much interested in. Now clearing his throat as the gaze met. "Almost," He replied, looking over to the door as Cal appeared, holding the bag, and wearing a black suit jacket over a white T-shirt with black jeans, hair tied and sun glasses, looking like some rock God. "Let's go" Cal earnestly replied. One by one they walked out the door, getting into the car to get the jobs done. It was a successful day, earning them a pretty good wage for their efforts, leaving happy customers and a smile on each of their lips. "Ok then, you guys wanna drop over at the restaurant tonight? I've got a special I want you to try out." Love Is a Drug Ch. 01 Pt. 01-02 "Oh yeah guinea pigs," Theo stated, nudging with a chuckle. "I don't know Andy, you might try to poison us and take all the loot." "Have I ever! Cheeky sod. Be no more freebies with an attitude like that." He was smiling, still concentrating on the road. They were stuck in rush hour traffic; it was taking forever to get home. "We'd love too." Cal wrapped his arm around his boyfriend in the backseat and smiled back. "Great. Mind you, by the time we get out of this congestion it will be midnight." He let his hand drop to the seat as the car came to a halt again. "I will call Mick, he'll come pick you up, say about half Seven?" "Yeah sounds great." Leaning over and pressing his cheek into the mass of blond curls. Flipping open his mobile and pressed speed dial, the recipient quickly answered. "Mick my man, how's it going?" "Yeah great, you want a lift somewhere? Pretty slow today," Came the response. "Tonight actually. Are you free round Seven thirty?" He put his foot on the gas to move forward, steadily, one hand lazily on the wheel. "Yeah I am, but I have some pick ups after." "Ah good. Pick the lads up, take them down Greenwich to the restaurant will ya?" "Ok that's fine, but I can't take them home, I have bookings all through the night being as its Saturday." "No problem, I'll get Joe or I can drive them, thanks." He hung up as the traffic finally started to move, and they were soon out and back on the road to Stratford. Later that evening they arrived at Stans, thanking their cab driver and handing him a reasonable tip. The table was already reserved and they were greeted by a young lady with short blonde hair cut in a bob. "Evening Sarah," Calvin charmed, letting her take his jacket. "Evening boys. Mr Standley is already here, and there's a table booked by the window for you." She led them to the table; a bottle of bubbly already on ice, the cutlery arranged nicely and red napkins folded in a decorative shape. Two tea lights were lit, letting out the aroma of rose petals, all creating a very romantic atmosphere. "It's not Valentines day is it?" Cal smirked, quirking an eyebrow. "I hope not, I haven't brought you a present!" "Don't worry, you can give it to me later" He flirted, making Theo's pale cheeke match the curtains. "Be with you in a moment gentlemen, in the meantime enjoy the champagne, complements of the manager." Sarah smiled as she turned to walk away. "Ooh! Maybe he is going to bump us off and steal the drug cash." He laughed, picking up the bottle of vintage and examining it. "Hmm nice posh shit!" "Nah, probably feeling guilty about something." He then gazed over at his lover catching his beauty in the candle light. "Guilty? For what?" "I dunno." "Hey you don't think...?" "...Evening boys," The chirpy voice interrupted them, and they looked up to see the tall host standing there in his best suit. "What's the occasion Andy? You finally persuaded Sarah to shag you?" Cal cackled and partner joined in. Discarding that comment he cleared his throat, taking the bottle from the table where it was left then removing it from the ice bucket, uncorked it and poured out the two flute glasses and one for himself. "I just wanted to congratulate you on the successful business today." Cal nodded his head in agreement, raising his glass, and then chinking it with the others. "To a fucking good productive business and to more in the future." "Cheers!" They all said, draining their glasses. Sitting down he wave to the waitress. Sarah quickly made her way over with her pen and pad. "Specials all round, sweetheart." Confidently beaming at her. The waitresse's cheeks pumped up as she wrote the order down. "You really have a way with your staff Mr S." Cal stated as he took a roll from the basket in the middle of the table, buttering it and taking a quick bite. The red head grinned, "Got to whip them into shape." "Oh yes, I bet you do." Andy He shook his head and took a bread roll for himself. The food soon arrived, their starters the soup of the day. French onion, which smelt and looked lovely. Andy's chefs were the best, cooking all kinds of food, from traditional English to continental, with different dishes on alternate nights. "Tuck in." He said, picking up the spoon. "Hey Theo, I know how you are with soup, don't get any down that shirt, you may have to wear it for tomorrows job." He chortled, not even thinking. With that Theo dropped his spoon from his mouth, a dribble of liquid hitting the snow-white tablecloth as he slightly tilted it, a cold shiver crawling up his spine. He had forgotten about tomorrow, and didn't want to be reminded of it. 'So that's why this was so special, he was feeling guilty about me doing the job. Either that or he knows something we don't?' He thought stsaring at Andy for a moment. "Soups splendid." Cal spoke in a rather fake posh accent. Changing the subject, knowing full well it was not a good move to say such things. "Theo?" Andy questioned, seeing the developing panic in the man's face. "You alright?" Also seeing the fear across his eyes, wanting to punch this insensitive business colleague for ruining the evening. "Hey look, I'm sorry, let's forget tomorrow yeah?" Andy comforted and apologetically rubbed his shoulder, letting his fingers massage the tense muscles. "It's ok. Sorry, I'm just being an idiot." "No, it's alright Angel, we understand it is a nerve wrecking time." Cal whispered and comforted, running a hand up his thigh. nodding, and then suddenly stiffened as the cheeky hand made its way closer to his crotch, the fingers lightly stroking. A dreamy slanted smile appeared on his lover's face as the other half bit his lip, trying to control his growing erection. He relaxed slightly as he now winked at him, his fingers rubbing and teasing. His breath hitched a little and Andy looked over almost quite turned on by this little display but having to dismiss it before he got too hot and bothered. "More... Oh, wine," Theo stammered highly. "Hey guys, not in here." The owner scolded, twitching in his seat as he found his own trousers tighten around the middle. "Always do this in my restaurant, what's the matter with you?" He grumbled quietly. "Sorry." And removing his hand finishing the soup in silence. The main course was Cognac Shrimp with Beurre Blanc Sauce, and very nice it was too. The guys chatted over dinner, exchanging anecdotes on their latest activities and customers. The final course was Chocolate Gateau, Calvin's favourite. He eyed it suspiciously then looked at Andy in query. "Ok, what have you done or what are you up to?" "Nothing." The man in question shrugged, fidgeting slightly. "Come on, you know how much I love Gateau. What's the SP Andrew Robert Standley?" "Can't I treat two of my best friends every now and then?" almost sheepish under the annoyed tone. The couple looked at each other, feeling somewhat guilty and regretting ever having thoughts that he was up to no good. Theo narrowed his eyes at his lover as if to say 'behave'. "No sorry, I'm out of order mate, this is a wonderful gesture and a fantastic meal." "Yeah, we really appreciate it" Theo added kicking the leg under the table. "Ouch!" frowning at the blondie who now had a kinky look in his eyes. "Yes, we do." He grinned at the red head who met his eyes looking less than impressed. "Ok fine, if you want out..." "..NO!" A silence fell, causing people to stop eating and look around. "We didn't say that! We do, we are so grateful for everything you have done for us and we're sorry we ever had doubts." He lowered his voice. "We?" Theo choked as he took a sip of wine, now feeling slightly drunk after they had opened another bottle between the two of them. (Andy was driving so he only had one glass of bubbly.) "I didn't say a thing, you accused him." Cal then kicked him back then throwing a dirty look. Their business partner just shook his head at their childish behaviour. "Yes?" Theo grinned a little chocolate on his chin, making him look like a cheeky little boy. "We do, we are deeply sorry" Andy smiled, picking up the napkin and gingerly wiped away the splodge on his chin. "Ok Theodor" He pulled it away from the now clean skin, looking into his eyes. "I know." They finished eating and had another drink, the lovers doing nothing but flirt outrageously with each other in that time. "Thank you Andy, that was a splendid meal well recommended." stroking his goatee with the napkin. "Ok lets get you home before you start fucking each other on the table." Rolling his eyes, looking at his watch. The car rolled to a stop outside the flat, The boys got out; well, almost fell out by the amount they had drunk. "Night, and thanks a lot." Cal called. "Ok no problem, I'll stop by tomorrow around Four, see how things went?" "Alright, see you then." But Theo remained subdued. He waved and watched the two stumble to the door arm in arm. As soon as they were out of sight he reached for his phone and dialled, waiting for the person at the other end to answer. "Ah... Alister, how are you?" They barely got into the flat before they were all over each other, kissing passionately. Knocking the diminutive man backwards, and slammed him against the door, which swung shut with a loud bang. His lips trailed over his neck and chest, hands aching to feel his skin, pulling at his clothes desperately. He moaned into the hot mouth, tongues entwined mumbling what he was going to do to him. Pulling him forwards he ripped open his shirt, clawing inside to touch his bare skin. Motioning to the bedroom, Theo slipped the material off entirely, leaving himself bare-chested. The other stripped off his own clothes and walked closer to the destination, following the trail of the peeled away pile until there were only two pairs of boxers haphazardly left by the bed. He pushed his man back onto the mattress, straddling him, holding his wrists tightly with both hands. He stared down with a wicked smile, rubbing the full length of their cocks together, watching Theo's face contort in sheer desire, hearing his pleas in his whimpers, rocking more as his cock engorged with each tiny sound the sexy little blonde was making. "Oh you love it, you sexy little angel," He murmured lowly. He moved more firmly, those bright eyes closing, his mouth falling open, and then he moaned, writhing under him. Cal's tongue found his hot skin, trailing down to his nipples where he took one between his lips and sucked lightly, feeling him shudder. "Hmmm, little tease." he growled, biting him now. Theo bucked his hips, silently begging for more contact, pushing hard as his lover continued to rock, suck and bite him. "Oh please! Don't make me wait a moment longer." He uttered under the devouring lips. The wet trail lowered, the cold air between them hitting him as Cal backed off a little, giving him enough room to lick up and down his shaft. This Angel's elongated moans filled the room, his body twisting and pushing into the moist hot feeling engulfing him. Suddenly it was cold again. "Teasing me?" He panted, barely able to speak through the short intakes of breath. "You teased me all through dinner with your flirty, sexy little eyes. You enticed me to make me want to push you on your back and fuck you so hard on that table." "Lick that chocolate gateau of my naked body?" "Oh god Theo you're so dirty." Groaning out, licking his lips at the mental image. His man's lips crept in to a saucy grin. "You've got me now..." A surge of electricity shot down Cal's body, down to his already red hot sex. "Oh yes, so I have." He looked at his hands still clasping his lean wrists tightly. "Love it when I restrain you, hmm?" He pressed down harder, restricting his blood supply and crushing his body so hard that the rapid beats of his heart pounded into his own body. Dragged his teeth along the soft skin of his neck, the tiny pulses vibrating against his swollen lips. Finding the soft mouth he kissed him hard, the blonde having to breathe through his nose to gather air, his moans muffled as he fought under him. "Hmm sexy little kitten," He growled, lifting his head to look intently into his eyes. He then sucked the lump in his throat, licking a wet path up to his chin to find his lips again. "I'm going to fuck your pretty little ass hard, and I want you to scream while I'm doing you." Without error in a single movement, he grabbed Theo's thighs splitting his legs apart, hoisting his light body up at the waist, and plunged into him. Oh he did scream, so loud he was certain one of the neighbours would come over and bang on their door, thinking someone was being murdered. "Yeah!!" Cal snarled, pounding into him hard and fast. The body under him jerked and quivered, all the sounds he loved to hear filling the entire room, and probably carrying through the whole building. "You are my sexy Angel" He hissed, still clamping his wrists against the headboard. "I see him lusting after you, watching you, any opportunity he can he touches you." "Yes, I know Babe," He panted, a bead of sweat dripping down his cheek. "But. You. Are mine!" Cal uttered punctuating each word with short, sharp thrusts aimed directly at the spot, to only make him cry out. "Yes!" . "What are you?" "Y-OU-R, ahhh yours!" "Good boy," He crooned, kissing his damp forehead. "I love you Calvin." Despare found its way in his plea. He slowed down his pace and looked into his eyes. "I love you too, I ain't going to let anyone hurt you." Breaking away, he released his grip, and his boyfriend rubbed his wrists before he was pulled onto his side. The wet tip of still hard length rubbed gently between his buttocks, their legs wrapped around each other, kisses gently pressed against him, attentively and lovingly. "I mean it, anyone hurts you and I will kill them with my bare hands." "Thank you," Breathed, stealing a sweet kiss. "Andy may fancy you but I'm the only one who kisses touches and fucks you." He grunted as he felt him enter him again, setting a slow steady pace. He wrapped his feet around his slender waist, pushing into each thrust. Now they were making love slowly and sweetly. Bodies melted together the heightened orgasms now filled in the air, slowly dissipating as they fell asleep in each others arms. 2 The insistent noise of the traffic outside disturbed 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 the beauty 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 his companion 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?" He laughed. "Afternoon, its already gone midday." "Shit!" he cursed, shooting into an upright position. "What time have we got to go?" "Relax, we still have two hours or so." Cal 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." Theo 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," 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 love," was his replied with a weak smile, his stomach knotted in fear. The hot water 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 Cal 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. In the kitchen Cal 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. A stunning looking male stood as handsome as he had ever seen, just immaculate. His hair 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. A 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, smooth shaved soft under his fingertips, his sideburns shaped above his earlobe. "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 My Theo," He pressed his lips to his and kissed him deeply. "Later." he said, raising one eyebrow in a flirtatious manner. "Oh you tease." Cal licked his lips to taste the remaining touch of the 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 hair off the shoulders of his jacket. Theo 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. Cal could see his lovers apprehension as he fiddled with his jacket and played with his hair, twisting his long fringe around his fingers and tapping his feet. The taxi pulled up outside, and Thoe was shaking by the time he slid into the back seat beside Cal. "Relax love, it will be ok." Looking at him and smiled falsely. This was his chance to be brave, to prove to himself, Andy and Calvin 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?" Cal sweetly 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 the first stop, and Thoe'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 I have mine 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, 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. He was so scared, apprencive, his hands clammy, mouth so dry and forehead streamed having to wipe it a few times with a tissue in his pocket. "Hey Mate, not looking forward to this?" Joe asked, looking into the mirror seeing the man looking pale. Love Is a Drug Ch. 01 Pt. 01-02 "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." He 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 for a meme few onces. "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, then smearing it over his teeth. "Ooh that's good," He sighed, feeling it already working. A rush came over him, now he was fine. 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 Vin 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," Theo 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 sun 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 Theo 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 he 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 Theo suddenly felt very alone. He came closer, not at all what he had imagined in looks; he was short, maybe an inch taller than himself at Five foot seven, 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.' He mused, 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 his courier closely. Inside he was desperately trying not to laugh, his lips held in a stiff straight line as he attempted 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, Theo 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. The visitor almost held his breath, the anticipation of just getting this over and done with, so he could be reunited with his partner and just enjoy the rest of the day with a fat wad in his pocket, it almost overwhelming him. After a moment he turned around. Theo 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..?" He stammered. "It was what you asked for wasn't it?! One hundred and fifty grams of coke?" "It is not pure!" He snapped. He then 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 Cal would never let this happen never.' But they weren't there, and he 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 Theo 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 a hand fall his hair and suddenly he felt his arms being wrenched from behind. He whimpered as the bodyguard stood behind him holding him 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 him 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 his hair. 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 Theo watched anxiously as he picked up the bag and examined it, a grin plain on his face. He walked back to him and laughed, the bag still in his hand, his face dropping mouth turned into a sneer. Theo 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 like snow storm. His eyes burned with madness, and he aimed another painful blow at Theo'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. Theo 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 Theo 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 grip, and the other held down his head so he was pinned to the cold wood. 'Andy how could you.' He whimpered in his mind. Kermit came into view, standing directly in 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 ass of yours sweetheart!" Theo struggled more, yelling for him to let go and threatening to send his men 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! Feelingt 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 his man 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 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 was slipping down his trousers, and Theo 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. Clawing his nails into the wood as he wriggled and struggled. "Oh yeah you are good, mmm." Kermit moaned. Theo 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. 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. 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! Now get out and take your shit with you." Kermit sniffed, panting as he put himself away. Standing unsteadily, hair ruffled face bruised, his lip bleeding as well as his neck. He tugged up his trousers, grimacing 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, perhaps in shock? 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 snivel as he realised Cal 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 fags 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 his attention. After the second attempt, the blonde man lifted his head, eyes hidden behind his shades. "GET IN!" Andy shouted. Theo 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, not removing the glasses in the hope that it would hide the bruising. "Nothing," He replied shortly. "Theodor..." Andy sighed, reaching into the glove compartment to hand him a tissue. Snatching it and wiped the dried blood from his mouth. "Thank you." He said tone blatantly sarcastic. "Theo" Andy gently took hold of his chin, turning his face to make him look in to his eyes. "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, pressing his cheek against the icy glass, closing his eyes and curling up against the door.