Who Knew There Were Two?

When the boys got home Spike went straight to his bedroom and got changed. William went to the answering machine and played the message, his parents always left one. Sure enough they would both be home late, William was used to that. He was used the being alone, but now he had Spike. He went upstairs to tell his brother their parents wouldn‘t be back for a while. He knocked on the door and then walked in.

“Mom and dad won’t be home until late tonight. Dad is stuck at a meeting and mom is going clothes shopping after she visits grandma.” William spoke all in one breath.

“What time are they getting home?” Spike raised an eyebrow and looked at his brother expectantly.

“Well there going to go out to dinner afterwards, so probably around eleven tonight. We can order a pizza or Chinese food for supper.”

“Bloody hell, they come home late like this all the time?”

“Yeah.” William shrugged and looked down at his feet.

“So what do you usually do?”

“Well, I don’t know, not anything really.” William shrugged and looked at his brother. ”I like to read a book after I finish my homework, or watch a little T.V.”

“Damn you have to learn how to have a little fun. You stay here I’m going to find something for us to do.” Spike smiled and ran out of the room with a wicked gleam in his eye.

William waited in the room like his brother had told him to. He was in there for a good thirty minutes until Spike came in with a vodka bottle some glasses. He set them down on the bedside table and opened the window. William watched entranced as his brother opened his draw pulled out an ashtray, lighter and a pack of cigarettes and set them next to the bottle.

“What are you doing?” William spoke, his voice sounding weaker than he intended.

“What does it look like I’m doing? Were going to play a game.”

“Where did you get that alcohol?”

“From the cabinet, we will fill it with water when were done. They will never know the difference.”

“We can’t drink that, were not old enough.” William was scared, he never had any alcohol before except for a glass of wine on New years, and he hated that.

“Look I have been drinking for a while now and I’ll make sure your alright.” Spike reassured his twin.

“This is not a good idea.” William whispered as he got up and closed the door, as if somebody would come in.

“Yes it is.” Spike stated firmly.

“No, it’s not. We are going to get caught and be in a lot of trouble.”

“No we won’t, they never drink anyway. We could finish everything in the cabinet and they would never know the difference.”

William sighed and bit his lip, he couldn‘t believe what he was about to do. “Alright I’ll play, but make sure I don’t drink too much.”

“I wont.”

Spike poured two glasses and turned on the T.V. “Ok this is how we play the game, we pick a show and a person. When the person comes on we drink, got it?”

“Yeah I think so, we have we both like the show though.”

“Yeah ok.”

Spike flicked through the channels.

“Wait stop go back, I like that show!”

“Simpson’s, but I don’t like this that much.”

“Can you just leave it on?” William whined.

Spike looked at the pouty lips and the sad eyes and smiled. He often used that same face to get things he wanted. His brother looked adorable and he had the urge to kiss him. He snapped his gaze back to the television and took a deep breath.

“Yeah I’ll leave it on, it will be amusing when were drunk and there aren‘t a lot of characters in the show.”

They each picked a person and waited. Spike lit a cigarette and took a sip of his drink when Homer came on. He told William to drink when Bart came on. He watched his brother as he swallowed the alcohol, noticing the way his Adams apple moved. Spike kept staring at his brothers neck wanting to suck and bite on it, but he quickly looked away when it was his turn.

Spike noticed William getting wobbly half way through the second show, but he decided to finish the whole episode. He wasn’t drunk and it all mattered on body size, so him and William would get drunk off the same amount. Spike rationalized with himself, but soon enough he found out he was wrong.

“I’m drunk! I’m drunk, and I never been drunk before! Now I am, I’m drunk!” William sang loudly, slurring his words and flailing his arms about.

“William calm down, you only had like six glasses.” Spike had drank a little more than his brother and was also feeling a little drunk. He could handle himself a little better though.

“Licks, six, six dicks, six dicks!” William giggled and tossed his head forward. Spike grabbed him before he could fall off the bed. He pulled William closer to him, so he was almost sitting in his lap.

“Be careful.” Spike scolded.

“I almost fell, did you see that?!” William pointed to himself and then to the floor in astonishment.

“Yeah, I saw. You have to sit still or you will fall again, don’t want to mess up your handsome face, now do you?”

“I’m not handsome,. nobody thinks I’m pretty. How come I‘m not good looking like you? You are so way more better looking than me, it’s not fair.” William ducked his head and played with his pants. Spike knew Will was drunk, but so was he. He tried to come up with a response to what his brother said.

“What are you talking about? You’re a very good looking bloke.”

“Nuh-uh.” William shook his head stubbornly.

“Yeah you have to be because I know what looks good and we are two very nice looking men. Plus we are identical and you said I was sexy as hell.

Spike watched as his brothers head lifted. There was a big smile on his face and his eyes were hopeful.
“I never said you were sexy!”

“You didn’t have to, I know that’s what you really meant though. It must be some kind of twin psychic thing.”

“Your such a wise ass and your just trying to change the subject on me!” William smacked him on the arm and pouted playfully.

Spike laughed at his twin, how could he not. He was a charming little fool when he was drunk. All of a sudden William was right up in his face. Spike looked into his brothers wide blue eyes and gasped. William moved closer and placed his lips over Spikes. He kissed him softly and hesitantly, a true virgin could only kiss like that. Spike could tell William had never kissed, but it was kind of cute. All of a sudden Will pulled away and bit his lip.

“What did you do that for?” Spike whispered.

Spike was in shock, he had been having fantasies about his brother all week. The sexual thoughts had frightened him at first and he though it was strange that he was thinking about his brother like that. After he saw Angel in class he began picturing all three of them together. He didn’t know why he was thinking about his twin that way, but he did get turned on from it. He figured all teenage boys have weird desires and especially him since he was technically a whore.

“Your not mad at me are you?“ William whispered, Spike shook his head and William continued. “Well I w- was thinking, y- you are really experienced with sex and um stuff like that.” William blushed a little making his cheeks a pinkish color. “ Well I never kissed any one and I- I have been thinking about it a lot and I wanted to ask you if you could show me, but I was scared. Can you please teach me, plus you said I was handsome and you’re the only one that ever said something like that. I really want you to kiss me, please?” He was practically begging his twin for a kiss and he was too drunk to give a shit. “Please, I really want you to.”

Who knew William was such a slut when he had a few drinks in him? Spike laughed then corrected himself, his brother was innocent, not some street hooker, like him. He only was asking for a kiss, not a rim job, but still there was something about the way William asked that made him sound like a whore.

“I’ll kiss you.” Spike couldn’t believe what he just said, but he figured he could always blame the alcohol in the morning.

They leaned forward slowly until their lips met. Two pairs of identical, pink, baby soft mouths moved together. Spike licked William’s full bottom lip and persuaded William to open his mouth. At first William was scared and confused, but soon he was lost in the kiss. Their tongues swirled together and they pulled at each others hair and clothes.

When they parted they were both panting and wide eyed. Swollen, red lips, wet and shining, hair all ruffled and clothes undone and mussed. The boys stared at each other completely caught up in the moment. Each looking equally debauched.
Spike watched his brother closely, then he smiled. William looked like little boy who had been playing with the bigger kids too hard and got roughed up. A sexy little boy with trusting eyes and a beautiful face, at that moment Spike no longer cared that he was sick for liking his twin. He was beautiful, how could he not love the beautiful boy.

William wobbled for a moment, all of his limbs seamed weak. He slumped forward and Spike lifted him onto his lap. He curled up and leaned his head on his twins chest. He was too drunk to move and he was trying to understand what just happened.

“W- was I a good kisser?”

“You were amazing pet.”

“Yep, you were good too. Maybe we can do it again?” William looked up and smiled. How could Spike resist, he was falling hard and for his own flesh and blood. The kiss they had shared would be burned in his mind forever. It had been so innocent, yet absolutely perfect in every way. William noticed Spike was lost in thought and put his head back down. All of a sudden he didn’t feel very well and he let out a loud groan.

“Hey what’s wrong?” Spike asked when he saw his brother curl in on himself. When William lifted his head, he was pale white and sweaty. Spike knew what this meant and tried to help him up before he threw up on the bed.

“I- I- I don’t feel good. I- I think, Oh god.” William emptied his stomach all over himself and on the floor, because he couldn’t make it all the way to the bathroom. Spike grimaced knowing he would be the one to clean it, but that didn’t matter much.

“Do you have anymore left?” Spike rubbed Will’s back in a comforting way.

“Uh- huh, I- I feel sick, I threw up on the floor. I- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to make a mess. I shouldn’t have drank, I’m so sorry!” William’s eyes pricked with tears. He was an emotional, confused, sick drunk, and now feeling he was feeling guilty for yakking all over the floor. All of a sudden the nauseating feeling started again and he was once again throwing up, at least this time it was in the toilet.

“It’s ok, it was an accident. Just let it out, you will be fine. Your fine baby, it‘s ok.” Spike continues rubbing as he soothed William with soft touches and words.

There were a few more dry heaves then a very pathetic voice echoed out of the bowl. “I’m dying.” Spike couldn’t stop his laughter and William looked up, offended.

“First off, your not dying, second wipe the pout off your face because you need to brush your teeth.”

“Please don’t make me move!” William begged as he feebly tried to fight out of his brothers grasp. “If I move I will get sick again.” William curled up in a fetal position on the floor and began sniffling as his eyes filled with tears of frustration. His stomach was rolling and his head was spinning.

Spike let him lay down for a few minutes, but then he saw the time. Their parents would be home in a little while and he had a very messy room and one drunk brother to take care of. He didn’t want to get in trouble especially since he hadn’t been there for a long time. He went into the bathroom and saw his twin passed out on the bath mat.

He flushed the toilet then turned on the shower and took off William’s shirt. He lifted the unresponsive limbs and stripped Will out of his clothes, leaving him naked. William did nothing to help, but when Spike tried to lift him into the shower he began grabbing his brothers arm.

“Let go of me William, you need to take a shower, you stink like vomit and alcohol! Do you want mom to see you like this?”

“N- no, don’t let her s- see me all messed up. You said you would take care of me! Please, make me better” Will whined in his most petulant voice. For a moment Spike wanted to hit him, but then guilt took over. It was his fault William was drunk in the first place, and he had promised to watch out for him.

Spike rinsed off William as best he could. He tried not to look at his naked sibling, but it was hard at first. He washed his brothers hair and even brushed his teeth. William laid in the tub and let the shower and Spike do all of the work. He felt like the room was tilting and spinning, all he wanted to do was sleep.

“Mom and dad are going to be home very soon, so we need to get you dried and dressed like now. Do you think you can stand on your own?” William shook his head no and held out his arms like a baby. “Bloody hell, alright up you go.” Spike lifted him and dried him off and even helped his intoxicated twin put on some boxers.

“Will you k- kiss me again?” William didn’t know why he was asking, he wanted another kiss. The first ones felt so good and he wanted more. His alcohol muddled brain didn’t register the fact he was begging his twin for kisses, again.

“William, no what the fuck is wrong with you? We don’t have time for this shit.” Spike was being as patient as he could and his brother was confusing him. He didn’t want to take advantage of William anymore than he already had and it was getting hard to resist temptation. Will just nodded and closed his eyes.

Spike carried William into his bedroom and laid him down gently.. He wrapped him up in the blankets and started cleaning up. He filled up the half empty bottle of vodka with water and put it back. Once everything was done , he just had to think of an excuse as to why William was passed out in his bed .

Minutes ticked by as Spike was upstairs watching William sleep. He loved the way William would snuffle, scrunch up his face and make little noises. Spike was so caught up in his thoughts about his twin he didn’t hear the door open or Jenny coming up the stairs.

She knocked on the bedroom door when she noticed William’s room was empty. When Spike opened it he was looking a little worn out and tired. He was still a little buzzed, but she didn’t notice.

“Hey sweetie” Jenny kissed her sons cheek. “Do you know where William is, he wasn’t in his room?”

“Oh yeah, he got sick after he ate dinner and I put him to bed in here.” Spike was surprised the lie came home so quickly.

“Is he alright?” Jenny looked down at William, who was still fast asleep.

“Yeah, he threw up a little, but I took care of it.” Spike shrugged.

“Thank you, for taking care of him I mean, I know he is a little difficult when he gets sick. I’ll have Rupert take him to his room so you can sleep.”

“No, he can stay in here with me, the bed is big enough and if he hogs the covers I’ll go in his room.” Spike didn’t mean to sound that desperate, but Jenny didn’t seem to notice or care.

“You are such a good brother, William is lucky to have you looking after him. He hates being alone and having you with him after school is so much better than him being in the house by himself.” Jenny looked at the clock and sighed “It is late, I’ll let you get to bed now, Good night.”

“Good night mom.” Spike whispered back.

Jenny leaned down and kissed Spike’s cheek again and then did the same to William before exiting the room. Spike pushed Will over and climbed into bed with him. For some reason he felt like staying with his brother that night. He snuggled up close and wrapped his arm protectively around the small body in front of him. He watched his twin sleep and listened to him for a bit, before he too fell into a deep slumber.

TBC