I Have Found Heaven
Rawiya

One Year Later…

Roger was outside waiting for Nick to come out of his mansion; he’d been sitting in his car about a half an hour, staring at the steering wheel.

Roger took a smoke of his cigarette; although he had quit before, he picked it back up after the chaotic occurrence last year. “One year ago today…unbelievable…”

*HONK*

“Damn it Nick, I swear…” he took another toke when Nick finally got in the car.

Nick closed the door, kissing Roger on the cheek. “Hiya love, so sorry. I had to get dressed properly. Would not want to be late for this…”

Roger threw the cancer stick out the window, looking at his watch, “Yeah, well, we ar, baby…yoo look amazing though…”

Nick grasped Roger’s shoulder, “Thank yoo, mate. God’s I did not realize jus how late it was...”

Roger rolled his eyes, “Well, yeah I told yoo that it was late.”

“So sorry my love, will yoo forgive me?” Nick stroked the back of Roger’s neck.

Roger looked into the green eyes of his companion. “I do indeed, my love. Ever since that day…”

Nick put up his hand, shaking his head, interrupting him. “No, nope…please don’t remind me, please. That is such a bad memory for me.”

Roger kissed his head, “I know love but it was one year ago today…”

Nick bowed his head, “I know babe…wot went wrong, love. Wot made him do it…wot…”
Nick fought back the tears.

Roger took his lover into him, “I dunno baby, but wot I do know is, we learned a valuable lesson from it…”

Nick held Roger, the tears staining Roger’s shirt. “Yeah, so true…Roger…”

“Yes love?” Roger turned off the engine.

Nick straightened up, wiping his face with his sleeve. “I know after all the things that…um…er…*SNIFF*, occurred that day, I told yoo to back off a little…”

“Yeah…oh Nick…I don’t think I can stay away from yoo an…”

“No,” he interrupted, “That’s jus it baby, I don’t want yoo to be away from me. I want yoo to be here…with me…I…”

Roger took Nick’s hands, “Yes…”

Nick’s green orbs met those of his handsome companion. “Roger move in with me, yeah? I’m tired of being apart and…well…fuck I’m tired of having to call yoo when I need a ride…”

Roger grabbed him, accidentally hitting the horn; the sound startled both of them. Roger kissed his head. “Oh baby, then I can make yoo later for the places yoo need to go, yeah?”

“Mmhmm…” the tears streaming down his face, he grasped Roger, not letting go.

Tears fell from Roger’s eyes too, “John yoo taught us all a valuable lesson…thank yoo…” he whispered.

The two men stayed in the vehicle, not making it to the appointment they had with a record company. Nick made the decision that it was more important to be with his mate, his man, who loved him unconditionally.

At Martin’s house…

Alan and Martin were enjoying the morning snogging prior to speaking with Dave on the phone.  Martin was annoyed, listening to Dave about how he had things that were a little more important than Depeche Mode right now, like his family.

Martin argued with Dave, he hung up the phone before Martin could finish.

“Fuck!” Martin tossed the phone across the room, waking Alan from slumber. Alan and his wife had worked things out so he could be with Martin in addition to staying married.

Alan raked his hand through Martin’s blond locks. “Baby…please, jus let him go, yeah? He’s right; there are other things more important than music right now…”

Martin leaned back into his lover. “Yoo know it happened today right? Seems like it wasn’t that long ago…”

While Martin was talking about what happened, Alan looked straight ahead; the images of that fateful event still fresh in his mind. Alan gripped Martin’s shoulders tighter when the picture of Lebon holding a gun to John Taylor’s head flashed then disappeared.

“Martin, please, I really don’t want to recall. Let’s um…let’s not think of it now…how about yoo and me jus sit here and hold one anotha…”

Martin nodded, allowing Alan to pull him onto the mattress. When Alan lay against the pillow, Martin took his place lying on his chest. Once more, he massaged the scalp of his male lover thinking of his former as well as the one he desired.

“Damn yoo Simon Lebon …damn…”

At Dave’s house…

Dave was sitting on the piano in his new home, playing a tune very familiar to his wife. She sat on the couch, tapping her feet against the table, listening to him sing.

There’s a thousand reasons that I should not spend my time with you
For every reason not to be here I can think of two
Keep me hanging on
Feeling nothin’s wrong
Inside your heaven

It’s only when I lose myself with someone else that I find myself…I find myself…

Before Dave could continue, he heard the sounds of his young children come in the door, running.

“Mom…dad…hi…” they both said, hugging two of their guardians.
Jennifer picked the younger boy up, giving him a kiss, while the girl ran to her dad.

“Hello luv, how was your day out…” Dave rubbed her head; she showed him the gift she had gotten from her outing.

Her eyes sparkled, “Dad, it was so much fun...I had such a good time with JT…”

The boy looked at his father, “Yeah, JT is the best. He says he will take us out tomorrow if we’re good…”

Jennifer smiled, “Did he now? Well…” She got up, taking the little girl by the hand. “Where is he now?”

The girl looked around and pointed, “There he is…”

As the girl said, John walked in with two bouquets of flowers and a huge grin. “Hello, lovelies…” The little girl ran over, jumping into John’s arms. David observed the sight before him; his daughter greeting her other guardian.

“John, tell daddy about the trip to the museum since mom won’t allow me to…” she pouted.
John laughed while Jennifer came over kissing her other man on the cheek. “Hello my dear. I’m gonna take the kids over to my mums. Why don’t yoo and Dave do some work, hmm?” She took her out of John’s hand, cradling her.

John released the girl, “Sounds good, Jenn…One of these is for yoo, can you have Agnes put them in water?”

Jennifer smiled, wetting her lips, “Yes, I’ll do that. I’ll be back a little later on, alright?”

“Okay…” he winked as Jennifer motioned for the boy to come away from Dave.

John walked from the doorway over to the piano after closing the music room doors. Dave got up, kissing John passionately, running his hands through his hair.

“I love that yoo ar taking the kids out for trips but I missed yoo…” he said after reluctantly releasing his lips.

John held Dave close, cupping Dave’s buttocks in his large hands. “I know, I jus thought it would be a good thing so yoo and Jenn could have some time alone…”

Dave smiled, “John, there is no such thing as time alone. We are a trio, it is wot we agreed upon…speaking of…”

John rolled his eyes, “I know, I know, yeah. Gela called me today. She wants me to come by and sign the papers Monday. She wants to make sure I don’t get a dime of her billions otha than wot we agreed upon…”

Dave smiled, “That’s fantastic. And there’s…”

John kissed his lips before shaking his head in agreement, “Yeah, I uh…I do want to go to London, Dave. Yaz says that things aren’t good there…”

“Really?” Dave raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah…I’m a little concerned, jus a little…” John held up his hand, pinching his fingers.

Dave sighed, “I know lover. It’s jus that, well, one year ago today, he tried to shoot yoo and he almost did…”

“I know baby, but he can’t do anything now…Nick says that he saw him two weeks ago. Could not say a word to him because all he said was, we’ll be togetha, foreva, and that’s all he sings, constantly…”

Dave rolled his eyes. “Well, I think I would lose it if I weren’t with yoo, I nearly did…” Dave encircled John’s waist. “I love yoo, John Taylor, I love yoo so much…”

John grinned at his man, “I love yoo too, Dave Gahan…”

Dave grasped John tightly, tangling his fingers in John’s hair. “John…I want to make love…baby…” Dave whispered to his lover, leading him to the couch.

When they got there, John smiled just before engulfing Dave’s lips once more. Right then, his phone beeped, disturbing him. Dave swatted John’s hand when he tried to retrieve it. “Mmm…no, John, not now…”

John chuckled, “Baby, it might be important, I should see…”

Dave grasped John’s wrists, “No…I’m not allowing it. Now, let’s get to it, yeah?” After he completed his sentence, he removed John’s jacket from his broad shoulders. When done, he began slipping the tee over his head, kissing his chest, making circles around John’s nipples before taking them between his teeth.

The phone was still beeping, but John pretended not to hear since now, Dave had taken off the shirt, making his way down his treasure trail, about to unsnap John’s jeans.

“Dave…ohh…sh…uh…” John gasped, while pulling Dave’s dark locks.

While Dave pushed John’s denims from his waist, he nuzzled his navel prior to rubbing his forehead along John’s crotch. “God’s…John,” he said looking up at his male lover, grinning in anticipation of Dave swallowing him whole.

“Uh…ohhh…Dave, baby…” John’s eyes rolled up in his head, while Dave pleasured him, engulfing his entire manhood, gripping his bare thighs. “Dave…ughh…”

“Mmm…John, I want yoo so bad, love. Inside me…yes…huh?” Dave stroked John’s cock again before enveloping it fully once more. John knew that if he did not pull Dave up to him, he would implode.

John lifted Dave up by the arms, taking Dave’s lips into his own while removing his wife beater. Dave worked on his 501’s, quickly shoving them to his ankles. Hungrily, John moved from Dave’s lips to his neck, nibbling on the same spot where he had been the night before.

“John…uhh…shii…” Dave breathed, “I love yoo, Nigel…”

John grinned from ear to ear; he loved when Dave called him by his original name. “I love yoo too…now the couch, yeah…” he kissed Dave’s head before pushing him on the cushions. Right away, John placed Dave’s legs on his shoulders, opening them wide; John made a path with his mouth from his hardened muscle to his puckered hole. Dave breaths quickened, while his hand tangled in John’s brownish blond locks. As John continued, his eyes met those of his man. He saw that Dave was gazing at him, longingly, desiring John to pierce him as he had done now for over ten months.

John reached upwards, tweaking Dave’s nipples whilst delighting in Dave’s tight hole.

“Fuck, baby, now…no longer, NIGEL…” Dave called out, as John crawled up Dave’s naked torso, stretching his arm in the direction of the side table. There, they kept the supplies when needed since, besides the bedroom, a lot of their time was spent here.

“John…” Dave reached out for him, caressing his chest while John prepped him for his sweet invasion. John leaned down, covering his mouth with his, forcing his tongue deeply inside Dave’s mouth. “Nigel…ohh…ohh…” he moaned as John pushed a couple of slick fingers inside Dave’s taut space. After John withdrew, he pushed the tip of his cock into Dave, making him gasp. Again, Dave raised his arms upwards, laying them on John’s broad shoulders for support.
“John…shh…don’t tease, please…oohhh…” Dave continued to moan, as John, inched inside him, little by little, before pulling out. “JOHN,” Dave growled, knowing that his man was playing with him.

John smiled, “Okay…I’ll stop. Now yoo know how I felt when yoo did that strip tease for me the otha night…”

Dave’s brows furrowed, “Heh, oh yeah, well anyway…stop it already and fuck me.”

Immediately, John obliged pushing his length into Dave. “Ohhh…”he gasped as John began, pressing the muscle in, building up a rhythm as well as some disruption in both their groins.

“Oh Dave…GOD’s!” John rose up a bit, throwing his head back before leaning back over, kissing Dave squarely on the lips. “Baby…I neva been so happy in my life…”

Dave grinned, hearing those words. As John went on pummeling him into the sofa, Dave pulled on John’s wavy brown hair while gazing into the eyes of his lover; a man that Lebon almost blew away just one year ago.

At St, Drury’s Mental Facility… London

Yasmin showed her identification to go visit her husband in his room. To avoid the sentence of time in a cell for attempted murder and illegal possession of a weapon, the judge gave Simon Lebon time in the hospital due to temporary insanity.

Yasmin took the same stroll down a corridor that she had for now going on eight months. Simon had been on suicide watch as of late since he tried hanging himself from a ceiling and failed.

Poor Yasmin knew that Simon loved John Taylor very much, however, she did not know that her husband was so obsessed with him that he’d try taking John’s life and his own. When she agreed to allow John to be in Simon’s life romantically over thirty years ago, she was aware that there were feelings between the two. This, she assumed, would last until they were too old and tired or when both had passed on.

‘How did John do it to him…’ she thought, as she made it to the holding space where her husband, the former lead singer of one of the biggest bands in the world, stayed in, trying to regain a dose of reality.

“Hubby…” she said walking in where Simon stared blank-faced at a wall, smoking a cigarette. When he caught sight of his wife, he smiled wryly.

“Hiya love,” he said accepting the embrace Yasmin gave him. “I still can charm the nurses around here a little. Got myself a pack of smokes…”

Yasmin batted her eyes, grinning, “Of course yoo did, Simon. Everyone still remembers what a lady killer you are…” She rubbed her hand along Simon’s head. “Listen, I…I talked with John the day before yesterday…”

Simon, while looking back at the wall, dropped his cancer stick in a Dixie cup of water, “Yeah, is he coming to see me?”

Yasmin knew that hearing of a possible return by his former lover would perk him up. “Yes my love, he said he will be making his way into London next week….he said…”

As Yaz went on explaining to Simon about John’s visit, Simon started planning something in his mind. Simon closed his eyes while tuning out his wife, plotting, envisioning how he could get John back into his life, just where he thought he should be. While gripping the hidden Swiss Army knife he’d stolen from a nurse he snogged, he mouthed while Yaz continued to chat…

‘Remember, John, I did say together, forever…I…shall make that come true…let us travel to the depths of hell…hand in hand…’

THE END

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