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Author: UncagedMuse

Pairing: Spike/William

Rating: NC17

Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and ME owns all characters, but the smut is all mine.

Summary: PWP all human. Twins finally give into their desires. WARNING: Twincest and lots of naughty because I’m a big old perve. LMAO In this fic I am going with the idea that it is always the quiet ones who turn out to be the most aggressive in the bedroom.                                                      

 

A/N This has been written for the Darker_Spilliam’s month of March beginning challenge. This is dedicated to Edgehead220373 for making me beautiful Spilliam icons when she had no idea who I was. Thank you Mel for your kindness and also I’m so happy I have had the chance to start getting to know you.  Beta love to Tam for betaing this fic.  Hugs to Athenewolfe for the title.

 

 Dangerously Shy

 

Luck was a two-faced bitch. She followed him around being all nice and sweet, but then the bint kept changing her mind, and always at the least opportune moment…like now for instance. His raging hard-on was so painful that if he didn’t relieve the pressure in his aching balls, he felt he would surely die.

                                       

The cock teasing chit had come home with Spike to ‘study’ and then just left him in this state after changing her mind once again. With his twin coming home from the library soon, a good wank in the shower was a must.

 

Warm water cascading off of his flushed skin, relaxing tense muscles, caused his turgid length to stiffen further. Reaching down Spike gave the spongy head a firm squeeze before slowly sliding his hand down to the base, groaning as his head fell back against the tiles of the open shower.

 

Spike conjured up images of long black hair and sweet ruby lips, but it never worked no matter who he tried to force his mind to see, it always came back to him. He’d fucked any willing body he could find in the last couple of years, male or female, it didn’t matter. There was only one he truly wanted and loved. Even as he tried to suppress his desires, with each steady stroke came the face of the one he could never have, slipping in and taking control.

 

Light brown curls framing sharp cheek bones and glistening azure eyes that looked up lovingly as the full, soft lips wrapped around the head of his prick, suckling gently. These fantasies that came in his sleeping world, the ones he tried so hard to push down by using the beautiful Drusilla— who still hadn’t given him what he’d sought her out for— were going to drive him insane. It was wrong to have such yearnings about his perfect William, but how could he stop, especially when the images were so beautiful in their wanting.

 

@~@~@~@~

 

William’s frustration had grown with each passing day. It had started with a dream. A dream so sensual he’d woken up in a sweat, his cum drenched sheets sticking to his body. Why did his parents still have them sharing a room? They were seventeen after all. Who really needed a guest room anyway?

 

He didn’t want to be separated from his brother, but it was utter torment to lay there with Spike across the room, sleeping peacefully in all his naked glory. Will wanted so badly to climb into bed with him and bury his cock deep inside his brother’s heat. He knew these thoughts were depraved and he tried to not look at his twin lustfully, but the love he felt for Spike and that sinfully sweet body confused everything.

 

Although they were identical in looks, they were complete opposites in temperament. Will had always been painfully shy while Spike was confident, strong, and outgoing. William had always looked up to Spike as his protector from the bullies of the world, but one day in the shadowed recesses of his mind, Spike had changed from his champion to wishful dream lover. The day he’d seen his brother with his tongue stuck down the throat of that clingy leach, Drusilla, his once soft, tender daydreams of making love to him turned darker, more aggressive. Possessing his twin became the dominant theme. Ideas that disturbed him far beyond his first realization of hungering for his brother’s touch. Showing him who he truly belonged to and making sure no one else ever touched what was his consumed him.

                                         

That’s when he’d begun spending his afternoons at the library, always staying until the last possible minute. Keeping his distance while he tried to quash his incestuous cravings was all important. These things mucking around his head were unnatural he knew and only served to further the torture in his mind as he made his way up the walk towards home.         

                                 

Seeing the empty driveway, William froze. He’d forgotten their parents’ over night trip that would leave them alone. Alone. Together. In an empty house. His mind quickly supplied him with pictures of Spike tied nude to his bed, spread and writhing beneath him causing his prick to spring to life.

 

That was it. William would have to call his friend Andrew and go spend the night far, far away from the temptingly lithe form waiting in the house. Well, once he’d taken care of the problem in his pants first.

 

Destination clear, Will opened the door, determined to not even speak to Spike. He climbed the stairs, heading straight for the bathroom. Oblivious to the hiss of running water, he pushed open the door and walked in.

 

The sight of his twin with his head thrown back, neck tight, jaw clenched and sinewy muscles rippling under gorgeous pale skin stunned him into stillness. His eyes traversed the playground of perfect flesh on display as water cascaded off his brother’s body. When he saw the glistening girth of Spike’s erection being stroked feverishly, William’s hands seemed to take on a mind of their own and began removing his clothes.

 

“Will. Oh God, Will. Want to be inside you, please.” Spike moaned, causing Will’s head to jerk away from the mouth watering view and look up. His brother’s eyes were still closed, which meant one thing. Spike thought he was all alone and was fantasizing about him while getting himself off.

 

William’s resolve snapped. Something primal grabbed hold, pushing the timid bookworm to the back and bringing out his inner animal as he silently stalked towards his prey in the shower and stepped in. Long, fine boned fingers wrapped around Spike’s steely length, sliding over the veiny hardness as he used his body to push his brother further against the warmed tiles.

 

Spike’s head snapped forward, eyes wide with shock and fear, but nothing could suppress the guttural groan that passed his lips from the pleasure of Will’s touch.

 

Taking Spike’s lobe in between his teeth William bit down gently and breathed into his ear. “So, you want to be inside me do you, brother? Want to feel my lips taking your big cock into my hot, wet mouth? Spurting down my throat? Hmmm? Is that what you want? Tell me, or this stops now.”

 

“Fuck yes! Please Will, I’ve wanted it sooo bloody long,” Spike begged, thrusting into the firm grip and trying to stave off his release as he grasped his twin hard against his chest. If William was going to give him his wet dream come true, he didn’t want it to be over before it started.

                                                                                         

Spike had no idea where this confident young man saying such dirty things came from, but when he found out what he’d done to turn his virginal poet into this dominant creature pressing him into the shower wall, he’d bloody well do it all the time. It didn’t matter any more what was right or wrong. All that matter was his heart and his heart was and always would belong to William.

 

“Very good, baby,” Will praised, squeezing his brother’s tip and making him gasp. “If you answer my questions right, you’ll get your reward. Who do you belong to?”

                  

“You,” Spike shouted as William’s tongue ran along his jaw, nipping and leaving open mouthed kisses before fiercely devouring Spike’s lips and forcing his tongue into the heated cavern of his waiting mouth.

 

“Does Drusilla mean anything to you, or any other slut you’ve been with for that matter?” Will growled as he pulled away from the succulently heady taste of his brother.

 

“No. Was always you…everyone I fucked…thought you’d hate me if you knew,” Spike panted against the silken neck under his mouth, unable to resist taking the skin between his teeth and biting. Will’s fervent rumble as he ground his rigid member into his twin’s hip sent a thrilling shiver twisting down Spike’s spine.   

 

William fisted one hand in Spike’s platinum curls, forcing his head up so he could see his eyes. “You’re mine! No one but me will touch you. No one but me will bring you pleasure. No one but me will make you come.”

 

“Only you,” Spike answered, eyes almost black with want and full of love for his brother. Grinning he asked, “Where’d my sweet poet go?”

 

“Is that what you want, baby? Want me to whisper pretty words in your ear as I glide in and out of that tight ass of yours?” Will snarled. The thought of Spike being his first sent a rush of tingling sensations to every part of his body. He’d have to thank whatever feral entity had taken hold of his body tonight.

 

“God yes!” Spike exclaimed as his twin’s lips slid down his throat, nipping a path to one hardened nipple. William suckled the small peak gently before biting down hard, making his twin scream and thrash, knocking the bottles of shampoo and conditioner to the shower floor with the pleasurable pain of it.

 

Will continued slowly down Spike’s body, relishing every throaty curse that passed his brother’s lips as he traced every sensuous dip and curve of his muscular chest and abdomen with his tongue. The whimpers panted out from between his twin’s clenched teeth had him harder than he could ever remember being as he tasted the musky sweetness of his skin. Slipping his tongue into Spike’s navel, William’s fingers skated up his powerful, quivering thighs, skimming a path to his brother’s heavy sac. He fondled Spike’s balls, learning their weight and texture as he buried his nose in wet, wiry curls and inhaled deeply.

 

“Watch me, Spike,” William demanded looking up. “I want you to know exactly who is giving you this.”

 

Too aroused to speak, Spike nodded, holding his brother’s gaze and watching the descent of his flawless mouth. The first touch of soft, full lips on the head of his dick overwhelmed his senses. Unable to hold back, Spike’s hips thrust forward with a hoarse cry of “bugger me” clawing out from his throat.

                          

William couldn’t help the wicked smile that took over his face as he answered, “Oh, I will, luv. Try not to move now, or I’ll have to tie you down.”

 

Will licked slowly up the underside of Spike’s straining hardness, unhurriedly circling the head and dipping his tongue into the weeping cum slit. Groaning at the deliciously salty, sweet tang coating his taste-buds, William began to voraciously consume every inch he could manage. He explored with hands and tongue, finding different pleasure points and testing each one with varying touches and pressure.

 

Soon William found the tender pucker he’d dreamed of being firmly ensconced in for years and unhurriedly began circling it with the tip of his finger, loving the feel of Spike’s trembling form as he eagerly tried to impale himself.

                 

“So soddin’…fuck…close…need…” Spike whimpered ready to do anything for what he knew would be the orgasm of his life.

 

“Beg,” Will commanded, grabbing the hair conditioner beside his knee before taking Spike back into the heated chasm of his mouth. Pouring the slippery, wet substance into his palm, William took his own neglected hardness in hand, allowing himself a few light caresses. He wanted to be inside his twin’s snug hole when he found his release the first time.

                             

“Please…bloody hell…I’ll do anything…you want…fuck…need to come…please need to…” Spike babbled so close to finishing his whole body seemed to be on fire.

 

William teased his brother’s opening with two slippery fingers before pushing up into his vice-like, molten core. Manipulating him from the inside, he found the engorged sweet spot and stroked lightly.

 

A howl of intense ecstasy pierced the air as Spike’s sac drew taut against his body. Inner muscles clamped down, not wanting to let go of the invading fingers as his cock jerked sending thick ropy spurts into the enthusiastic mouth sucking him to oblivion.

                       

Lapping up every drop of Spike’s delectable spendings, Will continued suckling at his brother and worked his questing digits inside his warmly inviting channel. He easily slipped a third inside to stretch his brother exquisitely, preparing him. Hard and straining, that’s how he wanted him when he finally pulsed up into the bitable perfection of his quivering backside.

                                     

Panting, Spike held onto William’s hair with one hand and the shower head with the other. He was still in awe of his shy twin’s sudden take-charge attitude as well as being hornier than he’d ever been in his life. Never had he felt anything like the burning need Will created in him, those long, slender fingers of his driving him so close to the brink in a matter of seconds. Yeah, he’d shagged a guy before but none had ever penetrated his body. In the back of his mind he always knew it belonged to his brother.

                            

With a resounding pop, William released Spike’s swollen member and forcefully turned him to face the wet tiles. Roughly, he pushed his twin’s hips forward. Delighting in the surprised gasp, he began grinding his brother against the shower wall.

 

The knowledge that Will would soon take what he wanted had Spike writhing uncontrollably and pushing back into the strong hands kneading and shaping his rounded flesh. Blunt teeth clamping down and savagely breaking the tender skin of one firm cheek had him screaming passionately, but it quickly changed to a relieved sigh as a velvety tongue soothed the jagged wound.

                      

“Marking what is mine, Spike. The beautiful scar it leaves will always remind you that you belong only to me,” William purred as he licked the blood from his lips admiring his mark; red, broken, and inflamed, seeping bright crimson across pale skin. Unable to resist the coppery tang that still languished on his palate, he laved the gash tenderly, humming in contentment.

                                                         

Alive. Spike felt truly alive for the first time. William had awakened his senses, shedding light through the hazy veil that shrouded his life. Each feather light brush and stinging pain had him climbing higher and higher, thrusting hard against the wall he was pressed against, craving release. It was exquisite torture. How was it that his virginal twin had so much control?

 

William couldn’t wait any longer. He gradually glided up his brother’s body so that his turgid length grazed the back of his shaking calves, thighs, and plump, ripe ass. He had a desperate craving to be seated deep inside the softness rubbing frantically against him. Spike’s pleading moans and submissive behavior had him on the verge and starving for satisfaction.

 

His hands were stroking hungrily over seal-sleek skin and defined muscles that mirrored his perfection and his hungry mouth spread small, biting kisses across the smooth expanse of Spike’s shoulders. Will took a step back and quickly slathered himself with more of the creamy conditioner.  Pulling his twin’s hips against him, he brushed the tip of his throbbing arousal across the tiny pink opening he was burning to claim.

 

“Are you ready for me, luv?” William whispered, pushing forward slightly. He summoned every ounce of restraint he had left as he waited for Spike’s answer.

 

“Yes,” Spike hissed, pressing back onto the insistently prodding cock, ravenous for the fullness to come.

 

Moaning and unable to take his eyes from the sight, Will stared in awe as the spongy head of his rod was swallowed ever so slowly by his brother’s virgin tightness. Spike’s sharp intake of breath and pained whimper stopped his movement.

 

“Don’t bloody well stop now,” Spike gritted out between clenched teeth, sensing William’s sudden fear of truly hurting him. “Hurts so good, Will. Gotta have more of you, all of you.”

 

Control once again slipping away, William’s hands became bruising in their grip and his nails cut half moon’s into Spike’s narrow sides as he slid deeper into his heated silken depths. The fleshy walls gloving him tightly was the most exquisite pleasure he’d ever known, causing his teeth to sink into his own bottom lip, drawing blood in a desperate attempt to stop his impending eruption.

 

Buried to the hilt, William wrapped his arms tightly around Spike’s waist and rested his forehead against the nape of his neck, reveling in the sheer perfection that held him firmly. This was heaven. The outside world would say it was wrong, sick and twisted, but they could all go straight to hell. William knew that their love was something pure and he wouldn’t allow anything to ever pull them apart.

 

There was immense pressure as his twin’s large prick gently pushed inside, and Spike felt like he was being split in two as he was stretched to his limits. It wasn’t long before the burning ache electrified every inch of his body and quickly eclipsed the pain. In a matter of moments, he had adjusted to the invasion as his brother rested upon his back. He cautiously moved a fraction of an inch, causing William to bump his prostate and forcing a strangled moan to break into the panting breaths that brushed the back of his neck.

                                                                                                    

“Oh God,” Will groaned, feeling his brother shift. He chanted ‘must go slow,’ in his mind even as his words said otherwise. “You ready for me? Want to feel me slipping in and out of you, fucking you like a wild animal claiming his mate?”

                                         

“Please,” was the only thing Spike could manage to get past his lips.

 

William’s first tentative thrust had Spike keening and pushing back to meet him, trying to force his brother to speed up the pace. The censorious growl from Will as his hands roamed up his chest and clamped down over his shoulders made it clear who was in charge. Giving over all control, Spike let his body be manipulated for his brother’s pleasure and in doing so found that his own escalated to new heights. Nothing could ever match being dominated by his twin, stuffed full of throbbing steel as warm water rained down upon their rhythmically pounding bodies.

 

The room was filled with the noises of flesh slapping against flesh and harsh groans of ecstasy as the two become one, locked together in blissful abandon. Writhing and undulating together as if they were an erotically flowing piece of art.

 

William knew he couldn’t last much longer. Slowing his thrusts, William slid one hand down his side, mapping the contours of his body and running his nails from the top of his hip down the path to Spike’s feverish stiffness, wrapping his hand around it and stroking. In a moment of clarity, he remembered Spike’s earlier quip about his poetry and hoped the words that came to mind upon first seeing his brother in the shower wouldn’t be too bloody awful.

 

“Warm water caressing pale flesh

Muscles flexing, hand fisting

Straining cock, passion aflame

Neck taut, jaw clenching               

Stroking, needing, whispering my name,” William whispered as he lavished Spike with attention, wanting him to come again before he went over himself.

 

The rumbling cadence of his twin’s voice had Spike’s balls clenching and his cock twitching in the warm grasp that caressed him so sweetly. He could feel how close Will was to orgasm with the jerking motions of his body and the further swelling if his invading length. Wanting to come simultaneously with his twin Spike bit his tongue, using the pain to hold himself back but the next words that came from his brother were his undoing.

 

“Come for me.” William demanded as he caressed Spike’s sac all the while never ceasing the glide of his other hand. His twin stiffened and his erection jolted, sending bursts of warm seed to splatter the tiled wall before him and drip down his brother’s hand.

 

Getting what he wanted, Will sank his teeth into Spike’s shoulder needing once more to claim him. Maybe reading all those vampire novels at the library wasn’t the best of ideas, but knowing that his marks would remain thrilled him like nothing else. The coppery tang of Spike’s blood on his tongue sent him careening over the precipice into mind blowing orgasmic bliss, leaving him exhausted and truly happy since the first time he realized he wanted his brother.

 

Wracked with shudders of completion, the still joined pair slid to the tile floor in a tangled pile of sated warmth. A whimper of loss escaped Spike’s lips as his brother slipped from his body along with the hot, sticky fluid that coated his depths.

 

Unable to give voice to his fears and needing reassurance that William meant the things he’d said and this wasn’t a one time occurrence, Spike turned, clutching his sibling to him and kissing him with the force of his hopes and fears. This was the only place he wanted to be from now on as his twin’s strong arms wrapped around him, cradling him in love.

 

Will could feel the worry rolling off his brother in waves. Not wanting to hurt Spike’s feelings by laughing at the silliness of his strong champion being afraid of rejection even though it was something so far fetched he’d never imagined, William slowed the frenzied kiss and pulled back with a smile of reassurance.

 

“I love you, Spike. You’re mine now, and I’m not letting you go even if you want me to,” William told him before his own nerves got the better of him. “Right?”

 

Seeing the confident gleam leave William’s eyes as his voice wavered brought out Spike’s protective instincts. For a short time, the two had reversed roles, but now his shy William was back and needed his champion’s comforting presence and the snarky attitude he always portrayed to the outside world.

 

Holding Will’s gaze, he used his patented smirk. “It’s not like I could be with anyone else after that bloody brilliant performance. Got the soddin’ scars to remind me who I belong to, don’t I?” The blush that crept across William’s face as he realized just how domineering he’d been had Spike stifling his laughter.

 

“I’m sorry, Spike. I really shouldn’t have done…well…that to you. I don’t know what came over me,” Will stammered, burying his face in his twin’s chest.

 

“No apologizin’. Couldn’t you tell how crazy you make me, sweet William? When you whispered those things ‘bout seeing me in the shower, I had to bite my tongue to keep from blowin’ right then and there. Bloody perfect is what it was. I don’t want you to ever regret anything we do together. Fuck, anytime you wanna take charge; I’m all for it. Any other kinks you need to share, brother?” Spike snickered raising his eyebrow questioningly. Just the thought of the different things he and Will could get up to had his cock rising once more.

 

“You know this isn’t going to be easy for us. No one will understand, and if mum and dad ever find out…it might kill them,” William said. He hated how desperate he sounded, but he needed the reassurance that Spike would never leave him no matter what happened.

                    

“We can keep it secret. We have to. I can’t be without you ever again. I love you, Will. More than life itself,” Spike emphatically stated as he ran a tender hand through his twins soft, damp hair.

 

William graced Spike with a blinding smile. The things he said were like a balm to his soul and worked to allay his fears. Knowing his brother felt the same made everything possible in his mind. They could do this together as long as they held tight to one another.

 

 “Can we get out of here now?” William grumbled as he was suddenly hit with much cooler water.

                

Turning off the shower, they carefully dried each other and climbed into Spike’s bed. Tomorrow would bring the world that would ridicule if they ever discovered the brother’s secret, but for tonight they could bask in the peace and love that came in the form of a sibling’s strong embrace.

 

~Fini

Sequel - Craving Punishment