Who Knew There Were Two?

WARNINGS: Child abuse, Angst, Violence, Underaged sex, Daddy!Kink, H/C, Dom/sub, Drug use, Underaged prostitution, Kinky sex, Toys, M/M, M/M/M, M/F and much more!!
Pairings: Spike/William/Angel, Spike/others
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Summary: William & James(Spike) are twins separated at birth. Spike was adopted by an abusive family while William was spoiled rotten. Spike finds out and seeks out his family after he has no choice. At first it's hard but they devolop feelings for eachother. Then the boys need a tutor and Angel wants the job. What will happen to their relationship once he comes around? NC-17
A/N: This is going to be a VERY long story & I hope you all like it. There is no sex in thsi chapter, but there will be a lot later on. I hope you anjoy and please let me know what you think!


Introduction


1988

Giles rushed to the hospital from his job interview after he received a call from the doctor that his wife Jenny was having the baby. The pregnancy was unplanned and unwanted, but Jenny was against abortion, so they were going to have the baby. They were low on funds and not really ready for a child, considering they could hardly support themselves. Jenny had to quit her teaching job because of the baby and Giles was only a school librarian. They couldn’t afford to have regular checkups so the sex and due date of the baby was a surprise.

Giles arrived at the hospital and went into the delivery room, and then he heard his wife crying. He immediately froze on the spot when he realized she was holding two little newborns. Giles was about to ask what was going on until Jenny sobbed and tried to speak.

“Oh Rupert, I had twins, I gave birth to two little boys! What are we going to do!?”

“I don’t know, we can barley take care of a single child let alone two”

Giles removed his glasses and began cleaning them when the doctor who was in the room spoke up.

“You could always give one of the children up for adoption. There are many loving homes that would welcome a new baby and take care of it.”

Jenny began to cry again so Rupert turned to the doctor.

“But how would we choose?”

“Well, you would get the healthier of the two and the other one would be monitored, tested and sent to an adoption agency.”

*Three days later*

Jenny opened the door carrying her new baby boy, William. Giles followed holding diapers and Jenny’s clothes. They walked up the stairs and set William in his crib and hoped they made the right choice.

*Meanwhile*

Riley Finn and Buffy Summers-Finn went to the store to buy a car seat and some other baby supplies after they got a call from the adoption agency that a new baby boy had arrived. They had been on a waiting list for a year and Buffy was excited about finally being able to get a baby. Riley couldn’t have children so he resented the fact that Buffy wanted one.

He was in the military, in a special section called the initiative and that’s what was most important to him. Because of his job, they moved around a lot and he hoped Buffy would realize it was not a good environment for a child, but she didn’t.

Buffy was a community college student, she almost left school after her mother died so she could to take care of her little sister Dawn, but they had worked around it. Buffy didn’t really have a major and she hardly went to class, instead she spent time with her husband or alone at the house.

She had been dating her high school sweetie Riley for the past few years, then he proposed to her. They got married and lived in her mother's house in Sunnydale, then Dawn turned eighteen and moved out. Dawn became a psychiatrist after leaving and Buffy was always jealous of her.

Once Buffy and Riley got to the agency they sat down and talked to Ms. Burkle. They spoke about the new baby that had just been born and why he was given up for adoption. She told them the qualifications of a parent and asked them a few questions about their home life. Winifred or Fred was in charge of the agency and every adoption, so she had to make sure the people would make suitable parents.

Riley didn‘t speak much. Instead, he let Buffy answer most of the questions. He wasn‘t the one who wanted a kid, so why did he have to answer dumb questions. It was annoying. In truth the real reason Riley didn‘t want a child was because he couldn’t have any of his own, hence adoption. He and Buffy had tried everything, but the doctor had told them there was something wrong with Riley‘s sperm. It had something to do with all of the shots he got in the initiative. He hated the fact Buffy wanted a child and he couldn‘t produce one, but he finally relented, and allowed Buffy to adopt one. Finally when Riley tuned back into the conversation, they were almost done.

“So would you like to see him before you take him home?”

“Sure, I’m so excited, I might be a mom.”

Riley smiled to himself and thought of how he could make the kid like a slave, and have him do all the housework. Fred noticed how happy the couple seemed and had one of the staff bring in the baby. He was a tiny thing, wrapped up in a blue fuzzy blanket and fast asleep.

Buffy was saying ‘ooh’ & ‘aw’ while Riley watched her coo at the small bundle. Fred decided they seemed like good people and would be able to care for a child. She took out the paperwork and signed it, then turned to them.

“I feel you are both responsible, loving people and are fit to care for a child. If you could just sign here, and here I will have his birth certificate and the rest of the paperwork sent through.”

“Oh thank you so much, I’ll be a great mommy.”

Fred Nodded. “I’m sure you will.”

Buffy and Riley signed the papers and decided on a name for their baby. Buffy was glad she got the few things they needed as she loaded James into the car seat. He was still asleep during the ride, but once they got home he woke up and began to cry. Riley was already in a bad mood so the babies crying aggravated him more.

“Buffy can you please make him shut up. I’m tired and I have to go to work in a little bit.”

“Fine Riley, I don’t understand you. I know you don’t want a child, but can you at least pretend to be happy for me.”

“I’m sorry Buffy. He’s real cute.”

Buffy rocked James until his bottle of formula warmed up. She was happy and she thought they would make a nice little family.


1992

Giles and Jenny were doing great, Giles had gotten a raise and they had a steady income. Jenny was a stay at home mom and took care of four year old William. He was a shy little boy and would cry hysterically when Jenny left him alone for a long time. His first day of school was awful. They brought him to preschool, but he grabbed onto his mother and screamed that he didn’t want to go. He was crying for nearly ten minutes during class and once he stopped he just sat in the corner by himself.

After a while he stopped crying when he was dropped off, but he still kept to himself and never made any friends. In truth he was a spoiled little mamas boy and Jenny just loved giving him attention. From cookies before dinner to a hundred gifts, William had everything a little boy could dream of.

Giles would spend time with him during the late night in his study. He would read stories to the small boy until he fell asleep on his fathers lap. Giles would watch him sleep a little before carrying him to bed.

William looked like his father a little when Rupert was a young child. William had curly, sandy blonde hair, small cheekbones, hidden by baby cheeks and bright blue eyes. The eyes were a surprise considering neither parent had blue eyes, but it just made their baby even more precious. He had Jenny’s hands, feet and definitely her soft, sweet personality.


*Meanwhile*


Buffy had to drop out of college because Riley was stationed in England for the past year. Riley loved it, but didn’t enjoy James’s English accent. Buffy thought it was cute. But often got angry when she couldn’t understand her own son. She didn’t want to move to this place and she really didn’t want to work in a fast food restaurant at night.

Riley got paid less because of a demotion and Buffy had to start working to buy things for James. She sort of blamed the little boy because of it, but tried not to show it too much. While Buffy worked nights, Riley had to watch little James and he had no patience for the boy.

One time when James was playing with his little truck and it broke, it was one of his only toys that survived the move. He began crying because it was his second favorite besides his teddy bear he had gotten from Dawn when he first arrived. Riley heard the boy crying and instantly grew angry. When he saw James crying over a broken toy he snapped. He grabbed the sobbing boy by the ear and screamed in his face.

“You think you can just waste money and break all of your toys! Your are not getting new ones you stupid little shit, you don’t take care of what you have, you don’t deserve new ones.”

“I- I- I’m s- s- sorry I. . .”

Riley smacked the little tear streaked cheek and scowled.

“Now your talking back? Shut the fuck up I’m sick of your crying. I’m not going to listen to you bitch and moan.”

Riley dragged James over to the closet and pushed him in. He put a chair up against the handle and laughed as the crying increased. The little bitch was screaming about ‘dark and monsters’ making Riley want to beat the shit out of the noisy little fucker.

“Shut up now or I won’t let you out at all, I’ll let the monsters eat you. If you tell mommy I’ll keep you in there forever, so keep your mouth shut and I’ll come back in an hour."

James tried to muffle his sobs in the small dark room as he waited for his father to return. Riley took him out a few minutes before Buffy got home but she was too tired and a little aggravated so she didn’t notice James’s tear stained face.

Riley would do that or something else equally cruel every time he and the boy were alone. Since that day Riley felt oddly powerful and dominant so he would torment the small boy whenever he felt like it. Buffy slowly grew more depressed and began losing weight and interest in the things around her including the boy.


~~~~~~~~~~~Ten years later.~~~~~~~~~~~~~

2002


Jenny and Giles were now both working parents and both made a lot of money. Jenny was a teacher and Giles was the librarian and a substitute for English. They worked in the same public high school so they spent a lot of time together.

They were very proud of young William. He was a very bright boy. Will was very shy and tended to spend most of his time reading. He went to a strict private school so he was well mannered, but socially an outcast among his peers. Because of his small size, shyness and almost feminine qualities, he was teased and bullied. He had a lot of nicknames, but none of them were nice.

William was an attractive young man if a person could see past the bland colors and tweed. He wore wire rimmed glasses, tailored pants and shirts, making him look nerdy. He kept his curly, sandy blonde hair ungelled and fairly longish. His cheekbones however were a models dream, but they were hidden behind the glasses and hair. He was fair skinned and a few small freckles dotted his nose and cheeks.

He was often the receiving end of a joke and a fist. He was the poster boy for nerds and he even got his lunch money stolen daily. He was very emotional because Jenny had taught him to let her know how he feels, so he often showed too much emotion during an encounter with a bully. He was the perfect target and making him cry was the sport.

He had a crush on one of the most popular girls in school and everyone knew about it. In the middle of school one of her friends stole his journal /poetry book and read it out loud in front of Cecily, the girl William adored. She had said something very hurtful and William had sworn off girls, but not before making a fool out himself by crying in front of half the school and almost getting mugged by a woman after running into an alley.

When he told his mother she spent the day with him watching daytime soaps and baking cookies. His mother always knew how to cheer him up. Later that night Giles and William, read in the study while drinking hot chocolate and scotch. William of course had the coco. They still spoiled the boy and coddled him when he was upset or sick.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Meanwhile~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`

Riley was constantly angry or drunk since he had been booted out of the army. They had lived in England until they couldn’t afford their house any more. Buffy wanted to move back into her mother's old place. Her sister Dawn lent her the money so she could buy it back, but Buffy instead of being grateful, was jealous. She found out her no good, cheating husband had also been hitting James. Instead of taking her sons side she just went out every night for hours and pretended nothing happened.

About a four years before Buffy gave birth to a boy. Deep down Riley knew baby Connor wasn’t his, but that didn’t stop him from loving the boy. He had Connor well trained and the little boy was well taken care of. All he had to do was rat out his older brother to get a treat. Young Connor would often make up lies to get James in trouble, just so he could get a reward from his dad.

The abuse got worse for James or Spike, which was what he went by. He now had a scar over his eyebrow from when Riley ‘accidentally’ ripped out his eyebrow ring. It had hurt like a bitch and his mother was too tired to take him to the hospital, so he tied a ripped sheet around it and hoped for the best.

Spike was like his mother in a way, they both had their escape. Buffy would disappear and Spike would use drugs. He used pretty much everything and had done it all on a daily basis. His beloved girlfriend Drusilla was his savior from it all and in return he supported her habits. Sometimes he would sell his body to men and women for money. Dru would call him a dirty boy and they would have violent sex afterwards. They were horny, teenage drug addicts and Spike was so in love with his dark princess, he didn‘t care. Even if he was a whore his time spent out of the house was like heaven because as soon as he would return he got a beating.

He was a punked out rebel and his parents loathed his style and his cockney accent he never lost from childhood. He had white almost platinum, spiked hair and a few piercings in his ear and tongue. His eyes were heavily lined with black liner and his nails painted the same color. Every outfit was mostly black, red or other dark colors. His bright blue eyes and sharp cheekbones stood out. He had a very light skin tone, but not a freckle. He was hot and he knew it.

He hated his house and his father more. He had tried to bond with his baby brother, but he would just wind up getting in trouble. He knew it wasn’t Connors fault, but he couldn’t help disliking the boy. He tried to make his mom happy, but was beginning to lose hope. Spike would go out more and more, cut school and use more drugs and his mother still seemed dead inside. His life became a drugged out orgy with a violent home life thrown in.

Then one day it all changed, Spike had been out and when he came home all hell broke loose. As usual his father was passed out drunk in the living room and his mother was out. Connor was asleep on the couch in front of the television so Spike tried to go into his room as quietly as possible.

All of a sudden Connor woke up and screamed. Spike who had been startled by the noise banged into the T.V. set and knocked over a liquor bottle that had been on top of it. It was almost empty and the glass shattered on the wooden floor. Riley had woken up when Connor screamed, he saw James knock over his alcohol and saw red. He was seething with anger and he wanted to kill the bastard, how dare he come home this late, make noise and break his bottle?!

“I- I’m sorry, Connor scared me. I’m sorry, I- I’ll clean it up.”

“Don’t you move. Connor go to bed, I need to have a word with your brother.”

Connor walked into his bedroom with a satisfied smirk and Spike’s heart sped up. He knew he was in for it now. Riley’s voice was low and dangerous. He opened his mouth to apologize, but the blow to his cheek stopped him. He fell on the ground and tried to protect his head with his arms. Riley kicked him in the ribs and ripped James’s hands away from his face.

“I’m sorry, please stop! I said I was sorry, I didn’t mean it!”

Riley removed his big leather belt and snapped it twice before grabbing Spike by the hair and throwing him over the couch. He whipped him with the belt until he was sobbing uncontrollably and begging for it to end.

“Little bitch, can’t take the pain can you? You’re a little pussy, bitch!”

“I- I- I’m sorry, please!”

Riley continued to hit him with the belt and the boy just took it all. He was in so much pain, he didn’t think he was going to survive. He almost passed out when his father stopped, then he heard Riley speak again.

“I’m so glad your not my real son, you filthy piece of shit!”

The words hit home and Spike’s brain suddenly realized what had been said. Buffy had returned home about a second after the beating and she looked at Riley. She had heard what he said and decided it was time for Spike to know. Spike saw his mother nod at Riley and grew even more confused. He tried to speak, but his voice was rough from all the screaming and crying.

“What do you mean?”

“You were adopted you little son of a whore, your real parents didn’t want you. Your nothing, just a dirty little mistake. Nobody wants you! Are you happy now?”

It took a second for it to sink in and his mother just walked away into her room. Riley had a sneer on his face expecting Spike to either cry or apologize, but instead he got a smile.

“More than you know.”

With that Spike stood on shaky legs and walked towards the door. He had his hand on the knob when Riley spoke.

“If you leave now, you can never come back.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

Spike left and went to the first place he could think of. Drusilla had a small apartment just outside of town and it would only take a half hour to walk there. It started raining about five minutes into his journey and Spike thought his night couldn’t get any worse. He was aching all over and only had one cigarette left.

Finally he got to his girlfriends and didn’t bother to knock. He looked around the house and figured she was asleep. The bedroom door was slightly open so he just pushed it the rest of the way. What he saw on the bed made his heart stop and tears spring to his eyes. His beloved princess was riding another man, a very large man.

“Dru?”

It came out a choked whimper, but it stopped the two on the bed. Dru turned and smiled at him and the guy just looked annoyed.

“Hello my Spike, mummy is busy right now.”

“Dru, how could you do this to me?! I thought you loved me?”

Drusilla giggled and began riding the stranger again. She didn’t look away from Spike as she began speaking again.

“Mummy doesn’t love you anymore, you taste like ashes. You were my sweet innocent boy, now you are naughty & dirty! I don’t want a naughty boy!!”

“Pet, I did this for you, I became Spike for you!”

“Get out, get out, get out!”

Spike was crushed as he ran from the room. His love, his life was over and he had no place to go. He stumbled outside, blinded by tears and rain. He found a phone booth a block away and sat inside so he would dry off a little. He closed his eyes to stop the tears, but wound up falling asleep.

When he woke up he tried to remember what happened the night before. His body ached and his heart was broken. He had nobody to call, so he tried to think of a place he could stay. Out of nowhere he got a crazy idea, maybe he could find his real parents. He picked up the yellow pages and searched for adoption agencies in Sunnydale. He found two so he decided to call both, he took out fifty cents and dialed the number.

“Hello, Wolfram & Hart adoption agency, Ms. Burkle speaking.”

“Um, hi. Well I need to um, I was adopted and I don’t know if this is the right agency. Can you please help me, I only want to find my real parents.”

“I can look, but you would have to come down here. Also you have to have a parent or guardian.”

“I- I don’t know how to get there. I can’t, please I just need to know. I don’t have parents. Please help me! I- I don’t have any where to go. I don’t know what to do.”

“How old are you sweetie?”

“I’m fourteen.”

“Why can’t you go home?”

“P- please I just can’t.”

Fred heard the young man sob and she knew she had to help him. She knew she could get in trouble for this, but she just went with her instincts.

“Where are you?”

“I’m in Sunnydale, by the old factory on Burley Dr. Why?”

“Stay there, I’ll be there in a few minutes. I’ll help you ok.”

The phone disconnected before he answered and he just sat down and waited. When Fred pulled up she saw a small black figure huddled in the phone booth and hoped it was the boy. She forgot to ask his name, so she just tapped on the glass. He was dirty, wet and had makeup lines from either tears or the rain on his face.

Spike looked up at the small woman, she looked very sweet and had a nice smile. He stood up and opened the door, he was a little taller than her, but not much.

“Did you need the phone?”

“Oh no I’m looking for a young man he’s fourteen, I thought you were him.”

“Oh um I am, I’m sorry. You didn’t need to come all the way here Ms. Burkle.”

“Yes, but I wanted to. Get in the car you must be freezing. We will go over to the agency alright?”

Spike nodded then stopped as he looked at her nice clean car. He was going to get it dirty if he got in. Fred noticed him hesitate and tried to figure out what was wrong. She realized when he tried to wipe at his clothes that he thought he was going to mess up her car.

“I- I’m dirty.”

For some reason those words gave him an odd feeling. They upset him, yet excited him. He remembered when Riley called him dirty he would be sad, but when Dru did it he got horny. Thinking about Drusilla caused him to feel depressed and tears filled his eyes.

“Are you ok? Here get in the car, it’s ok.”

Spike nodded and sat down. He tried to gain control over his emotions and took deep breaths. Fred didn’t say much, but once they pulled up to the big building she started asking him a ton of questions.

“So what’s your name?”

“James, but everyone calls me Spike.”

“What’s your last name?”

“Finn.”

“What about your parents?"

“That’s why I’m here. I want to find them.”

“I’m sorry, I meant the people you have been staying with?”

“Oh Riley and Buffy. You aren’t going to call them are you? They can’t find me, please don’t call them.”

“No I’m not going to call them, I’m just checking to see if we have your file.”

“Oh.”

“I’ll have someone look for it while you and I get some clothes.”

Spike followed Fred into a closet type room with a bunch of clothes. Most of them were second hand, but it was all pretty nice. She told him to pick something and get changed. She left the room telling him she would be back in a minute. He took longer than expected finding clothes and he was putting on a shirt when Fred opened the door.

“Don’t look at me!”

It was too late, she had seen the bruises and scars. She gasped and reached out to touch his arm.

“Who did this to you?”

“I- I- I need to go, I’m sorry.”

“No, James stay, I came in here to tell you we found your parents.”

“What?”

“Jenny and Rupert Giles, they have one son names William and he is your age and from what I have heard you are twins. Now tell me who did this to you or I won’t help you find them.”

“My da- Riley. Please don’t do anything, I just want to be far away from him.”

“I’m going to call your real parents, I’ll be back in a little while. You can have lunch with the rest of the kids.”

Spike smiled and thanked her. He went into the cafeteria and sat by himself to eat.

Fred went into her office and dialed the Giles’s home. She didn’t know what she was going to say or do, but she knew she had to help that poor boy.

“Hello?”

“Hi is Rupert or Jenny home?”

“Um yes, this is Rupert.”

“Hello, this is Ms. Burkle, I’m from Wolfram & Hart adoption agency.”

“Yes, why are you calling?”

“You gave a child up for adoption about fourteen years ago correct?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t normally do things like this, but I need to ask you something. If you were to find out that the child was being abused would you take him back? I know this must be very strange, but your son called me from a payphone this morning and he asked for my help. He had several bruises and scars and all he wants is to find his real parents. Like I said I don’t normally do this, but I had to do something.”

“Are you telling me I can have him back?”

“If you want him.”

“I have to talk to my wife. Can I call you back?”

“Of course and thank you Mr. Giles.”

“Bye.”

Rupert called his wife into the kitchen. William was at school so they couldn’t talk to him until he got home. Giles told Jenny what was happening and she began to cry. She felt so guilty and was begging her husband to let them take him back. He wanted another chance with his long lost son so he told Jenny he was going to do it. She waited in the kitchen while Rupert made the call.

“Hello, Ms. Burkle speaking.”

“It’s Rupert, I have spoken to my wife and we want to do what’s best for the boy. We decided if he wants he can live here.”

“Oh thank you mister Giles, I’ll bring him right away.”

Fred told Spike that his real parents would like to meet him and that he could stay with them if he felt comfortable. Secretly she hoped he did, because there was no available room at the agency. Spike seemed happier, but still nervous. She tried to reassure him as they drove to the house, but he was still apprehensive.

He was shocked at the size of the house which was pretty much a mansion. Every step towards the door his heart beat faster and finally Fred knocked. A couple opened the door, the woman was crying and the man was just smiling. Spike was scared, so he just waved hello and hoped that they would accept him.


TBC


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