I've been really into the idea of twins for a little while now and recently started devouring any Twin!Spike fic I could find. While I don't have time to write a full on novel about this, I'm down for a short ficlet about Dominate-y Spike and Timid, This-is-wrong-but-I-like it William. Throw in some Quiet, new-to-this Buffy and we have a party. While personally if confronted with two Spikes in one room I would probably faint from excitement, I think Buff can handle herself. Not that she'll get much of a choice in the matter anyway.

Hope you enjoy.


The sun was setting in Sunnydale California on yet another humid day. Even without the burning rays, the people fanned themselves vigorously and complained, seeking the shelter of movie theaters and shops if only for the arctic chill of central air inside them.

Spike had found himself in the church long before that.

It wasn't that he was searching for God, in fact he found the whole subject ridiculous. He'd always found religion to be suffocating, full of rules and, completely void of fun. He didn't want to spend his life readying himself for what came after, when he couldn't even be sure there was anything coming at all. Best to enjoy himself while he could. Besides, if there was a God floating out in the ether, he sure as shit wasn't going to be accepting Spike into any pearly gates.

No, men who sinned in the ways he did, were sure to find Hell.

His hands smoothed back the bleached blond hair he'd touched up just that afternoon, flipping up his trench collar around his neck. Propping one booted foot on the pew in front of him, he leaned down to light up a cigarette, winking at the old woman who gasped at him from far off in the church.

He'd been waiting for nearly two hours now for a certain priest to make his appearance. Someone who'd promised never to step foot inside his house again. Spike had decided that God's would just have to do. There was a flutter of movement behind him, the insistent whispers of others and Spike leaned back enough in his seat to look at the ones in question.

The smile that curled his lips would have rivaled that of the devil himself.

There, trying to assuage the mortified nun glaring holes into Spike's skull, was his mirror image. His doppelganger. In fact, the only difference between them seemed to be the priest's neatly combed dirty blond hair, and the silly round reading glasses he adjusted as he made his way toward his twin. Spike laughed to himself, taking another drag off his cigarette and getting ready for the fun he'd been waiting for. The fun his brother desperately needed.

William didn't approach him, not fully. Instead he stood at the corner of the pew, head down and eyes on the others. "What are you doing here, James?"

His voice was hushed yet hard and Spike gave him a wicked smile, letting curls of smoke escape from between his lips. "I heard this was the place where people come to get all saved."

William's frosty blue eyes narrowed, his lips thinning and he grabbed the pew. "There are 43 churches in Sunnydale alone, James, you could have gone to any of the 42 others."

Spike turned, titling his head at the priest, and gave a soft laugh. "Maybe I just wanted to stop by and see my bloody brother. Is that so terrible?"

William's eyes fell closed. He had yet to look at him, not directly, and it was beginning to get on Spike's nerves. His hand moved out, silver rings catching the soft light from the rafters above and laid it over the priest's hand.

Almost instantly, William pulled away, his gaze scanning over the few other occupants to check that the exchange hadn't been seen. Spike, gritting his teeth, put his cigarette out on the pew seat and turned to his brother.

"Not now, James." William was saying. "Please, I can't deal with this now."

"You're my soddin' brother." Spike shot back on an angry hiss. "It isn't wrong to touch my brother."

William stepped away from the pew shaking his head. "That mentality is exactly the problem with your being here." He said flatly, pushing his glasses back up onto the bridge of his nose. "I have work to do here, James. Please, just leave."

And with that the priest was gliding down the aisle and disappearing toward the silly little wooden box where he took confessions. Spike watched him the entire way feeling that all-too-failure rage bubbling up in his gut. Too long brother-dearest had been ignoring him, ignoring them.

College had marked the years of experimentation, before William had lost his ruddin' mind and run off to join the God-Squad. It had taken one smooth-talker of a girl by the name of Faith Lehane to convince the two into a threesome. She'd always had a fantasy about twins, she'd told them, and so being the randy fools they were back then, they'd agreed. Not long after, those threesomes had boiled down to just the two of them, and Faith went out seeking greener pastures, and men who wouldn't forget she was there in bed.

Then William had decided he was damned. He'd taken up prayer, and began learning the words of the bible, quoting them like song lyrics each time Spike had tried to coax him back to their old wicked ways. He wasn't a fool. He knew that William still enjoyed it, that wanker always had, he just couldn't justify it anymore.

No more.

Spike slid into the aisle, making sure that the stubby little nun from before wasn't watching him. Happily unnoticed, Spike made his way to the confessional, waiting for the woman within to leave and get far enough away that he wouldn't be spotted slipping into the Priest's side.

William's eyes shot wide instantly, mouth falling open and bobbing. Spike only smiled in that devilish way he always had and pushed his brother back down into his seat when he tried to stand, closing the door behind him.

"James, what are you-"

He didn't give him the chance to speak, instead, swooping down and claiming his mouth in a rough and demanding kiss. William made a noise of protest, his hands shooting up to fend off his deviant of a brother, but the platinum blond caught his wrists and pinned them back against the inner wooden walls. The priest tried to fight him off of course, but be it his unwillingness to make enough noise to draw attention to them, or the fact that Spike had always been the stronger of the two, it was useless.

"Don't make a fuss, yeah?" he murmured, "Wouldn't want the kiddies finding out what Daddy does behind closed doors."

"Stop it." William said breathlessly. His glasses had been knocked askew and his face was warm from the blush probably turning his pale face a delicious red. Spike released one of his hands to slide William's glasses back up onto his nose. Unfortunately, his twin took this opportunity to shove him back against the opposite wall, shaking the whole confessional with him, and moved for the exit. With a grin, Spike caught him, spinning him around and pressing him up against the screen that separated both compartments.

"Damnit James!" William hissed as the other bent his arms back behind him and held them there with one hand. Then other he slipped around the preacher's waist, fingers roaming down the line of his zipper and curling around to cup him suddenly. William jumped in surprise and attempted to shift back away from the touch, but it only pressed him tightly against his twin, who chuckled into his ear.

"Watch the language, Padre."

"I don't know what is going through your head, or what kind of new drug you've found, but I want no part of this. You are going-"

There was a rustle outside the confessional and the door opened on the other side of the screen. Spike and William both went very still, watching the petit blond close the door behind her, bowing her head. Spike stepped back enough that William wasn't mashed into the screen and grinned when he tried to jerk his hands free and failed.

"Forgive me, Father, but I think I've sinned."

Swallowing hard, William tried his best to keep his voice level as he spoke. "You think, my child?"

Behind him, Spike closed his mouth over William's jaw line, slipping the stiff, white clerical collar from around his neck and slowly moving his gentle bites down to his throat.

"Well, it's a dream you see." The girl continued. "Just one dream I've been having for a while now."

"Tell me about this dream." William said, all the while, Spike's hand was moving slow circles around his cock, his teeth drawing at his throat.

"I dreamt that Id entered sexual congress with a man who was not my husband." The girl said, sounding as if the world might end. Spike resisted the urge to snicker, but was completely absorbed in his task anyway. She had no idea, he thought. NO BLOODY IDEA.

"And how long have you been married?" William asked, his voice was a little less even now than he probably wanted.

"Well…I'm not. Not yet."

Spike's finger found the first button on his twin's black slacks, and popped it open, moving for the zipper immediately after.

"So you have a fiancé, then?" William asked, turning his head and shaking out a jerky "No" that Spike chose to ignore.

"Well no." The girl cleared her throat. "I'm single."

"Then why do you believe you've sinned?"William asked, shifting to escape Spike's hand as the zipper went down and his fingers stroked up the taught flesh just beneath his navel, following the light trail of hair back down. "It is perfectly natural for a single woman in this day and age to have such dreams. I promise there's nothing sin-ful about it." His voice hitched when Spike's hand closed around his cock, pulling it out from his slacks and squeezed.

William turned as if to speak, unable to hold it in any longer, but Spike cranked his arms up further on his back and drew the lobe of his twin's ear between his teeth.

"Shhh," he breathed into his ear, "Don't make a fuss."

And then that bloody girl was talking again, though William hardly heard her with Spike's hand sliding slowly down the base of his shaft and back to the tip, squeezing the head just so and repeating the gesture.

"But what if these dreams…well," she cleared her throat again, "What if it isn't just one man? What if I'm laying on this bed and all of a sudden this incredibly attractive guy is in front of me, so I kind of, you know…go down on him…"

William's eyes fluttered closed a moment, his head falling back against his twin's shoulder with a look of confliction near pain. Spike kissed his jaw, kissed the hollow behind his ear, all the while working him with his hand.

"And then this other really attractive guy shows up behind me and takes my hips and then he's, like…"she coughed, "Um…well, going at it. So here I am, like some F'ed up chicken rotisserie, only I'm not disgusted or in pain or anything. It just feels good, and the longer we do it, the better it gets until I feel like I'm going to explode. But in a good way."

Spike had to bite down hard on William's shoulder to muffle his laughter at that one. His brother hissed in a breath of pain, jerking forward and inadvertently speeding the pace of Spike's hand. The girl paused, frowning down at the door in her dark little box.

"Are you alright, Father?"

William's mouth opened, gaping a few times like a beached fish. He had yet to open his eyes again and Spike was building speed with each stroke now, squeezing just hard enough to make the priest wince. When it became obvious that he wasn't going to be answering Spike cleared his throat and stepped up.

"Fine, my child. Just fine." They sounded identical, save inflection. There had always been a mischievous note to Spike's voice he could not bury. It made his lies smooth and easy, and his words wicked, bordering on sexual in most of what he said. Sometimes it was his downfall. This girl, however, didn't seem to notice.

"Well then? What do you think?" she asked innocently, "Am I going to Hell?"

He chuckled softly and shook his head, giving William's throat one more bite for good measure, "It is human nature to be curious, child." He said, "And these days, what is the harm in a little experimentation?"

William went rigid, arching forward and into Spike's hand. Knowing his brother was verging on release, he squeezed the head of his cock, extending the time before he came.

"Do you really think there's nothing wrong with me?" the girl asked hopefully, scooting to the edge of her seat.

Spike smiled, nuzzling into William's hair, "I think that you are a completely normal American woman."

"But…what if my dream-"

"Furthermore," he interrupted, "I think you won't be able to get this dream off your mind until you do something about it."

"You mean…" she sounded shocked and William scowled over at his brother who gave him a teasingly slow stroke before answering her.

"Well, that is entirely up to you. If it is something you feel you must do, then by all means. God will not bar you from his kingdom over such a little thing, not if you live the rest of life by his design."

"Thank you, Father." She sighed in relief. Spike returned a kind you're welcome and began to stroke his brother again who clenched his jaw and tried very hard not to make a sound.

As the girl stepped from the confessional with a bright smile, William let out a ragged pant, closing his eyes again. Spike laughed softly against his ear, releasing his hand to turn William's head and give him a quick kiss.

"Now that we're alone again." He said, biting at William's lower lip, "Do it." He murmured, "Come for me."

William's eyes shot open the moment before he released and Spike had to kiss him to muffle the sound of it. His body shuttered, first violently, and then he was just trembling in Spike's arms. With one last kiss, making sure to lock eyes with his twin, Spike released him and sat down on the bench behind him.

"Put yourself away, Padre. This is a public place." He watched as the suddenly silent priest, keeping himself faced away from Spike, reached down to fix himself, cursing under him breath.

"I need…" William swallowed as he turned around; avoiding Spike's eyes again, "I have to change."

His twin chuckled, shaking his head while the priest opened the door and peeked outside, then seeing that no one was there to catch them, he hurried out and into the back rooms. Probably to scrub himself clean of all those 'nasty' things Spike had just made him feel again.

After a moment or two, Spike stood and left the confessional as well, heading down the aisle toward the front doors and lighting up another cigarette along the way. He wasn't finished with that man. Not by a long shot. Not 'til he finally admitted to himself that maybe this wasn't so crazy. When he looked at Spike dead in the eyes and didn't shrink away when he tried to touch him. Until then, it would be moment like these, where he had to force the stubborn bastard to see and still he refused.

Outside the humidity had finally begun to lift. Spike inhaled deeply on his smoke, eyes moving down the street to the bus stop where a petit blond girl sat, hands in her lap, and waiting for the bus. He paused a moment, thinking it over, then chuckled at the idea he was getting.

Sometimes it was fantastic to be him.

When he approached her, the girl immediately glanced around for others, drawing back in her seat. Her fingers tightened around her tiny purple purse and she tried her best to smile for him and seem friendly.

"Hello." He said, leaning back against the plastic wall surrounding the bus stop bench. "My name is James, but you can call me Spike."

"Um…hi." She said, brushing a lock of hair back behind her ear with an adorable little blush, "M-My name is Buffy."

"I like it." He smiled, reigning back on the wickedness, though he was sure some of it came through regardless. "Unique. It suits you."

That made her smile, and blush deeper. The young thing was obviously not used to flattery, though he didn't know why, the way she looked. Perky little thing like her would have had to be locked away to turn out this shy, he'd wager.

Buffy snuck a glance at him and he pretended not to notice until she cleared her throat. "You look familiar. Have I seen you at the church before?"

"I've just moved to Sunnydale actually." He said, "But you might know my brother, William. He's a priest here t the church."

"William Pratt?" she asked, "Wow, you two look-"

"Alike?" he finished, taking a drag of his cigarette, "You might say that. He's my twin."

"Twin? Wow."She smiled, eyes lighting up in excitement. "What's that like."

"Well, we've always been close," he shrugged, then turned his eyes on her and released his last drag as he spoke, "We share just about everything."

"Oh." She said, turning back to stare at the street. Had he not been inside that confessional he might not have known why she was suddenly blushing again. He figured however, that now was as good a time as any to get started with the plan.

"So, Buffy," he rolled her name around on his tongue, tasting it and knew that's she'd noticed. "Where are you headed?"

"Just home." She replied, eyeing the way his rings caught the light with a flush. "Probably to watch some TV or something."

"Mmm." He nodded, then tilted his head at her, "Or I could take you out to grab something to eat."

When she began to protest, he held up a finger, "I promise to get you home by a decent time."

"Um…" she thought a moment, unable to hold his eyes, and clutched her purse against her stomach, "Y-yes. That's sounds nice."

"Smashing," he grinned and flicked his cigarette off into the street, offering her his arm like a gentlemen. "Shall we?"

With a bashful, little smile, Buffy stood and took the offered arm following him off into the parking lot beside the church and to his black, 63 DeSoto. She seemed impressed by this and his smiled and pretended that it was a fabulous car because she was so convinced.

He didn't plan to take her home that night. Mommy Dearest would just have to sit up and worry, with images of her sweet little pious Buffy in the arms of someone as deplorable as him. He would do terrible things with this girl, and eventually, when the time was right, get her to confess to a certain fantasy. A fantasy he would be only too happy to enact with the aid of "attractive guy" number two, William.

Hail Mary, the things he could do with him after that