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Angel's POV:

Y. O. U. '. R. E. G. O. R. G. E. O. U. S.

"Spike what are you doing?"

I've come into the bedroom from just having a shower, only to find my sire writing with permanent black marker on my new tank top! "I've just brought that! It replaces the one you shredded last week!"

"Stop bitching, Angel," Spike groans, rolling his eyes in a very Cordelia-esque manner. He finishes writing the last `S' and smiles happily at his work. "Right love, put it on."

"What?" He wants me to wear that? He's ruined it! "Spike, you've written on it. I'm not wearing it."

"Childe, put it on!" he growls back.

"No," I refuse stubbornly. I know Spike, so this has to be leading up to something. If I try not to fall into his trap then maybe I won't be forced into anything embarrassing. Let me tell you, when Spike makes me do something or he plans something for us - I'm always the one who gets humiliated. No one else - just me. All the time!

"No," I repeat, just to make sure he knows I'm serious.

"Angggelll..." he whines, trying a different approach.

"No."

"Fine!" He jumps up and stomps into the front room. "Fine, if you don't want to be with me. That's just fine!"

Huh? I follow Spike out, to find him already sulking on the huge sofa.

"I was going to suggest we go for a little drive. Somewhere overlooking the sea, just you and me and some music. But noooo! If you don't want to share that with me, I'll just sit here and be by my*self*." He crosses his arms and stares away from me.

Oh, just great!

"Sire, I'd love to go out with you, but..."

"You would?"

"Yes, but..."

"Right then, put the shirt on and I'll meet you by the car!" calls Spike as he happily skips out of our rooms and down the hall.

How the hell did I get myself into this mess? I sigh and slip the tank top on, placing a black shirt over the top so no one can see it.

About an hour later, after Spike stopped at a drug store for a pack of ice cubes (the reason for which I haven`t worked out why because they are melting all over the car), we arrived at a cliff point with a beautiful view over the dark blue ocean. Tonight the sky is perfectly clear, the starlight and full moon reflecting on the glimmering surface of the water. I sigh and think that maybe Spike was right to come out here. To get us to spend some time together and with no interruptions.

I turn the ignition off and just take in the sight. Beside me I can feel Spike staring at me, but before I say anything he grabs a bag from the back seat and starts pulling stuff out. I try and take in the scenery again, but my curiosity gets the better of me.

"Spike, what are you doing?" I ask casually.

Spike grins, knowing I couldn't keep silent any longer. I can't help it, I'm just naturally curious. With Spike however, sometimes you learn that it's best never to ask. Still, I don't think he could do anything humiliating to me out here.

"Got a little plan, luv," he says with a grin, licking his lips and looking me over.

Oh shit! I shift nervously and slide nearer to the door. I don't see anything inside his bag, but he looks to be finished. He grabs a tape out and shoves it into the player.

"Come on, Angel."

"Why?" I growl suspiciously. Spike steps out of the car with this little bag, and walks around to my side. I don't move. I'm half considering just starting the car and taking off, leaving him here alone and returning to pick him up only just before dawn.

"Pleeaasseee..." he whines, bating his eyelids at me. Okay, he's trying to seduce me. I've worked that out; this means I won't like what he wants to do. Should I go? Should I stay? Damn it. "Angel, please..." he begs again this time leaning over and licking my throat.

"Ohhh..." I hiss as he laps the scar. I hate it when he uses this trick on me. I turn to mush, and before I know it I'm opening the car door and stepping out... what the hell am I doing?! I just can't turn back when Spike gives me that look. He looks so innocent... and luscious... and oh... I just want to touch him. I try to grab his arm, but Spike quickly moves around to the front of the car and stops.

Like an idiot I follow. I think I must ask to be embarrassed by Spike. I don't seem to be fighting this much. I don't think that I've ever fought any of his seduction plans in the end. I'm sick, I know. He's just so damn sexy, appealing and well, in the end I just want him as bad as he does me.

Okay, I've just got to get back into the moment. Spike has already started to unfasten my shirt, and is pushing it down my arms.

"Spike," I grumble, looking around even though I know there is nobody about for miles.

"Shhhh... Angel-baby," he kisses my chin and throws the shirt aside. I hate that nickname. I think I hate it more than when he used to call me Peaches. Or Poof.

I don't like the way he grins as he slides his hands over my chest and the tank top he's ruined. His fingers flow over the lines of the lettering.

"Yep, you are," he breathes, kissing my neck again.

His hands caress my chest as his tongue plays over my scar. I groan, losing myself in his electric touch. My own hands come into play and I stroke down his back, so glad he's not wearing his leather duster, just his jeans and T-shirt. My hands cup his ass, and he purrs softly into my throat. I kiss his blond head and...

"Spike! No!" I yell, my hands trying to push him away. He's already unzipped my pants, squeezing his hands down between cotton and flesh. I try to extricate him, but he nips hard on my neck, his fangs breaking the skin. A deep whine issues from my chest and for a moment I can't move. Which gives him just the right about of time to shove the material from my hips and grasp my naked ass.

Why oh why, do I follow Rule No 10 - no underwear? Well, most likely because he destroyed all of my boxers by getting hold of the kitchen knife and cutting them into short strips of expensive - but now useless - silk.

"You know you want it, Childe," he murmurs into my ear, withdrawing his fangs. His hands glide over my trembling flesh around to my stomach. His palm rubs flat against my navel and down to my erect cock. "See, I know you want it," he chuckles. His lips find mine and we kiss passionately. My tongue trying to dominate his, as he dominates my body.

Distracted again, and now Spike has my pants around my ankles. Why fight it? I sigh as Spike grins knowingly at me, kneels down and takes off my shoes, throwing my clothing aside. I expect him to take the top off, but for some unknown reason he leaves it on. I'm partially naked, my cock erect and jerking in the cool sea air, and my sire gazing over the body he owns. I don't like this.

Spike cocks an eyebrow at my glowering eyes. Okay! Fine - so it turns me on. Damn it!

Suddenly, Spike steps away, rushes around to the passenger seat, and presses play on the tape player. He turns the volume to full, and then returns to my side. He stands before me and tugs me in front of the car, facing away from it. I haven't a clue what he's up to. His hands rest on my chest, he kisses me again, and then... the music starts. Well, a man's voice whispers first. He spells out a word and Spike's finger follows those written upon my chest.

//Y. O. U '. R. E. G. O. R. G. E. O. U. S. //

As soon as the music starts I get a nervous feeling. Then the lyrics begin.

//Remember that tank top you bought me. //

Spike pushes me back, his hand sliding around my thigh and lifting my leg. I automatically step back and sit upon the hood of my car. He urges me further up the hood and stands between my legs.

//You wrote 'You're Gorgeous' on it.
You took me to your rented motorcar and filmed me on the bonnet. //

He kisses me again, his hands gripping my hips.

//You got me to hitch my knees up and pulled my legs apart. //

He pulls my knees up until my feet are resting on the hood beside me. I think I know what's coming next. His hands are between my legs and he pulls them apart. I groan as my position pushes me back, until I hold myself up on my elbows, Spike's between my spread legs and my ass is positioned just at the right height for him.

//You took an instamatic camera and pulled my sleeves around my heart. //

No! No way! Before I know it, Spike grabs up an automatic camera from his bag, and grins. No! His mouth finds mine cutting off my objections. The camera flashes, the light stinging my eyes. Spike pulls away from my mouth, tilting the camera down photographing my erect cock and spread legs.

"Spike, please!" I beg.

"Damn, you're so gorgeous," he purrs, his eyes taking in my every feature.

//Because you're gorgeous I'd do anything for you.
Because you're gorgeous our love will see us through.
Because you're gorgeous I'd do anything for you.
Because you're gorgeous I know you'll get me through. //

Spike's camera flicks and whines, over and over. He takes a shot of every side of me. His hand touching me, caressing me... and I know I shouldn't but I... I think... I like this. The way he looks at me is like I'm the most precious object that he has ever had. He caresses my cock as if it's china. I feel as though he's worshipping me.

//You said my clothes were sexy, you tore away my shirt. //

I laugh as he follows the lyrics' directions and tears off the ruined top. He attacks my bare chest with mouth and hands. I let my head fall back onto the warm hood, my eyes closing, and I groan as I lose myself in the sensation of my sire's appraisal and the music bounding around us. I hear the camera clinking even more, and I squirm in embarrassment.

//You rubbed an ice-cube on my chest, snapped me 'til it hurt. //

"Shit!" I yell as something cold and dripping touches my chest. I guess I know why he brought the ice cubes now. The camera continues to snap, and I arch into the erotic things he's doing with that small piece of ice.

//Because you're gorgeous I'd do anything for you.
Because you're gorgeous our love will see us through.
Because you're gorgeous I'd do anything for you.
Because you're gorgeous I know you'll get me through. //

The ice travels down my body, over my nipples, ringing my navel. I have to bite my lip as the cold cube encircles the end of my dripping cock. I hear Spike whimper as his fingers touch me, one hand moving away from time to time to take a photo. He rolls the ice up and down my cock, pushing it slightly under the foreskin, then down around the base. I shiver, moan and gasp, words being the furthest reaction from my mind.

//Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba//

The ice moves lower, coating my balls and rolling around them. I arch off the top of the car, but Spike pushes me down as if telling me to be patient. Even he's not speaking. The cube drops lower and I feel and extra-cold finger touching my anus. A flash of the camera and his finger breaches the tight ring. I really want him to stop with the fucking camera, but then he might stop touching me. At this moment I believe that would be the worse crime. I swallow my pride, letting him continue with his heavenly torture.

//You said I wasn't cheap. You paid me twenty pounds.
You promised to put me in a magazine on every table in every lounge. //

Spike's finger withdraws and something hard is pressed inside. I realise that it's the ice cube. He pushes it inside me, his fingers working the ice deeper.

"Spike," I groan, trying to say more, but I whimper instead as another ice cube follows the first. Then another, and another. I feel them melting within me, making me want more. I want Spike inside me. I want him to melt them with his passion, his heat and the delicious friction of his cock. "Please," I beg.

//Because you're gorgeous I'd do anything for you.
Because you're gorgeous our love will see us through.
Because you're gorgeous I'd do anything for you.
Because you're gorgeous our love will see us through.
Because you're gorgeous I know you'll get me through. I know you'll
get me through. //

More clicks and flashes. I open my eyes and look down as Spike takes pictures of himself. His jeans are open; his cock hard and erect. He steps forward, grinning at me and presses his cock to my opening. I grunt as his cock breaches the tight ring, my head falling back with a loud bang of bone against metal. He thrusts deeper, pushing the ice aside and around inside me.

My hands clutch at the black steel of the hood, my back arching and a growl of pleasure issuing from deep down in my chest. When he's all the way in he stops.

"Because you're gorgeous," he sings, "I'd do anything for you. Because you're gorgeous, our love will see us through and I want to fuck you for eternity."

//Because you're gorgeous I'd do anything for you.
Because you're gorgeous our love will see us through.
Because you're gorgeous I'd do anything for you.
Because you're gorgeous our love will see us through.
Because you're gorgeous I know you'll get me through. I know you'll
get me through. //

I laugh at the terrible rhyming; he's never been good at poetry or rhymes. With my laughter, Spike joins in, taking more photos.

"I love you, Sire" I breathe. I'm so damn glad I let Spike drag me out here.

Spike smiles, his whole face brightening, and he answers with a sharp thrust inside me.

"Because you're gorgeous," I attempt to sing, "just damn well make love to me," I growl out in the end.

//Remember that tank top you bought me. You wrote 'You're Gorgeous' on it.
You took me to your rented motorcar and filmed me on the bonnet.
You got me to hitch my knees up and pulled my legs apart.
You took an instamatic camera and pulled my sleeves around my heart. //

Now it's Spike's turn to laugh, maybe at my singing or the words, I'm not sure. However, it gets me what I want. He pulls his cock out, and plunges back inside my cold passage. The ice is starting to melt, easing the burning from his intrusion, but not cooling our passion. In seconds, Spike leans over me, his hands holding himself up on my chest as he pounds away. His head is thrown back, the camera forgotten and all that exists is he and I. Sire and childe. Lover and loved, making love on top of a black convertible.

//Because you're gorgeous I'd do anything for you.
Because you're gorgeous our love will see us through.
Because you're gorgeous I'd do anything for you.
Because you're gorgeous I know you'll get me through. //

The music is still playing and the same song repeats. I lose myself in the words, words that Spike seems to have taken to heart. He clutches my chest, his movements increasing in force. My own hands are wrapped into his hair, holding him closer.

//You said my clothes were sexy, you tore away my shirt.
You rubbed an ice-cube on my chest snapped me 'til it hurt. //

"Touch yourself," Spike pants. I let go of his blond locks, wrapping my hand around my cock. Spike's eyes affix onto my straining member, never blinking as I start to pump it hard, and on each upward stroke I rub my thumb over the head, collecting the pre-cum. He licks his lips as I do, never taking his attention off me. I feel myself start to throb with his eyes concentrating on my body. When he looks at me like this, he never fails to arouse me.

//Because you're gorgeous I'd do anything for you.
Because you're gorgeous our love will see us through.
Because you're gorgeous I'd do anything for you.
Because you're gorgeous I know you'll get me through.
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba//

"Come, Childe," he hisses, watching my hands and cock. His own pulsating length prodding deeper and deeper inside of me. He's so damn good at this; on every thrust he hits my prostrate sending powerfully stimulating sensations rocketing through my body.

//You said I wasn't cheap. You paid me twenty pounds.
You promised to put me in a magazine on every table in every lounge. //

I howl as I start to orgasm. My cock pulses in my hand, and I feel the cum travelling up my length. Suddenly, my hand is shoved aside and a cool mouth surrounds me. I scream as the climax spurts from the tiny slit, filling the cool awaiting mouth. He swallows, his tongue lashing the head begging for more. His attention drags out my orgasm, until finally my aching cock can produce no more. He sadly licks the last drop away and lets me go.

"Tasty," he laughs, grinning down at my dazed look. At this moment I don't care about anything. A whole group of people could be videotaping us right now, and I'd be smiling.

Spike turns his attention back to his own pleasure and starts again with his flesh-tearing thrusts. I clutch his body to mine as he starts to tremble inside me. I know he's going to come soon; his face changes and golden eyes stare into mine.

//Because you're gorgeous I'd do anything for you.
Because you're gorgeous our love will see us through.
Because you're gorgeous I'd do anything for you.
Because you're gorgeous our love will see us through.
Because you're gorgeous I know you'll get me through. I know you'll
get me through. //

"Sire," I whisper, one finger caressing his face and slipping into his mouth. I feel my ass start to clench, the muscles contracting around him.

"Angel!" he screams suddenly, his cool seed filling my passage, his body jerking against me, dragging out his climax.

//Remember that tank top you bought me. You wrote 'You're Gorgeous' on it.
You took me to your rented motorcar and filmed me on the bonnet.
You got me to hitch my knees up and pulled my legs apart.
You took an instamatic camera and pulled my sleeves around my heart. //

Finally, when both of us are fully sated we collapse on top of the hood. I wrap my arms around Spike, and he kisses my throat. I feel him slip out of my channel, and like always I miss his intimate embrace.

//Because you're gorgeous I'd do anything for you.
Because you're gorgeous our love will see us through.
Because you're gorgeous I'd do anything for you.
Because you're gorgeous I know you'll get me through. //

We shift slightly, wrapping our arms around each other and at the same time we can look over the calm ocean waters. I never want to move from this spot. I want to stay in Spike's arms forever. I want...

//You said my clothes were sexy, you tore away my shirt.
You rubbed an ice-cube on my chest snapped me 'til it hurt. //

"Spike, how many times will this song repeat?"

"Huh... dunno," he mumbles into my neck, kissing me again. His free hand stroking my chest, while the other is entwined with mine.

"Guess."

"Ten... twelve times maybe," he responds sleepily.

//Because you're gorgeous I'd do anything for you.
Because you're gorgeous our love will see us through.
Because you're gorgeous I'd do anything for you.
Because you're gorgeous I know you'll get me through.
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba//

Twelve! I don't think I can take this twelve times! I've got to shut it off... yet, I don't want to move. I... shit!

"Angel?"

"Yeah," I groan.

"When will the car battery wear down?"

//You said I wasn't cheap. You paid me twenty pounds.
You promised to put me in a magazine on every table in every lounge. //

"Soon," I answer, then mumble, "I hope!"

//Because you're gorgeous I'd do anything for you.
Because you're gorgeous our love will see us thro.... //

One tape promptly goes flying out of the tape recorder, and down the cliff. I listen out for the pleasant splash, and when it comes I sigh in relief.

"It wasn't soon enough," Spike comments, resettling himself into my embrace.

We lie in silence and then... Spike starts to hum that fucking song again!

"Spike," I growl.

"Hmmm?"

"Shut up!"

"Make me!" he answers back.

Okay then! I crush my mouth to his, my tongue silencing that annoying tune. I embrace him with my naked body, and I realise he's got far too much clothing on. I wonder if he's gonna like being taken on top of the convertible? Well, only one way to find out!

The End

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