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A/N: This is a companion piece to my story 'A Child Without A Name' which if you haven't read you should! This is the story of how George and Kingsley fell in love. I have not yet decided how far to take this story, but as I write 'A Child' I find myself wanting more of George and King's history and it just isn't really central to that plot. For now this will likely turn into a few chapters, but as they are a big part of my other story it would be quite easy to build upon this further and explore what they go through as they finally decide to share their relationship with the world.

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And lastly to the ever so loverly Grammar Goddess RandomPonyWriterthanks ever so much darling!

Thanks a bunches and bunches - .lily

Fred found George pouring over notes in the attic space they were staying in and running their owl order business from while the war was raging. Weasley's Wizard Wheezes had been attacked not long after the ministry fell and the twins were in hiding but were keeping the business alive as best they could. George had been busy working on something for the Order for weeks and had hardly left his worktable. He had been working on portable traps that would act like a 'Petrificus Totalus'. The 'Stuck Spots', as he had been calling them, were rubbery black mats that, when unfurled and laid out, would temporarily petrify anything that came into contact with it. So far his testing was successful to a point with the main problem being the time frame. Petrification was only holding for an hour. It was fine for fast operations and had been field tested with some success and had led to the apprehension of two low level Death Eaters and an old witch who was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

An Order team that was headed by Kingsley Shaklebolt had placed a medium sized 'Stuck Spot' outside of an entry point to a high probability target. George wasn't made aware of the details, just that it had worked, but they wanted a longer sticking time and an alarm system that would alert the Order team or Aurors using them that their traps had worked.

So there he was busy trying to put the finishing touches on the 'Super Stuck Spot' before Kingsley was due to arrive that night for their meeting. "Gred," Fred called to his brother when he found him, "Gred! 'OY GEORGE!" Seriously bro, you need a bath. And another ear…seriously I have been calling you for how long. I swear he hasn't stopped to eat in days. I have never seen him so focused. It's almost Grangerie. Grangerie, he he, that's funny. Good one Fred. Why thank you Fred.

Fred was pulled from his inner monologue when his brother finally stopped what he doing and turned his attention to Fred. "You called?" he asked, obviously annoyed to have been interrupted. He wanted it perfect before Kingsley got there. He hadn't seen him in a few weeks and he was really looking forward to their meeting. Usually Fred would be there with them, it was their company, but Fred would be gone and it would just be George and Kingsley, and for some reason George found that the thought made him all clammy and nervous.

"Yeah I called. Like a thousand times," he said with a dramatic hand gesture indicating his over-all impatience, "I have Potter Watch tonight, so I have to get going. I won't be back tonight. Tell Kingsley I said hi. Good luck, sell a bunch yeah. Oh and George, do bathe before he gets here, you stink!"

George threw a quill at his brother before lifting his arm to smell his pit. "Bathe, got it. Excellent advice Forge." His annoyance had dropped a little at the thought of his twin going out there again; he knew Potter Watch made him an even bigger target. "And I'll be sure to tell Kingsley you said hi. And you tell Harry and 'Mione and ickle Ronniekins to not get snatched and hurry their arses up with their mission already." He laughed a little before giving his brother a solemn look. "Just, be safe alright. Tell Lee I said hey."

The boys exchanged a quick hug before Fred took off for the night.

George cleaned up his workspace after Fred left and then went to take that bath he needed, and he did need it. When Kingsley arrived nearly an hour later George was all cleaned up and wearing his favorite blue leather pants and a black cable-knit jumper that was quite clingy and showed off his lean, muscled form rather nicely. It was what George considered business casual.

What George hadn't expected was to open the door to a man dressed in dark wash, boot cut denim pants, a skin tight black tee shirt and black ankle boots with silver cross buckles on the sides and thin chains draping from the buckles. Even more unexpected was how quickly George felt his temperature rise dangerously and his pulse quicken. Has Kingsley always been that built? Shite, he looks like a muggle rock star in that getup. It looks…damn good. When did I start caring how Kings looks? Why is it so hot in here? Okay, just say something. You have been staring at him for a long time now and he is going to think you used a 'Stuck spot' on yourself if you don't say something soon.

"Ah, hi Kingsley. Good to see you again. This is a, ah…good look for you." Smooth George, he's gonna think you've been into the Wonder Witch products now, acting like a little school girl. Why are you acting like a school girl?

Kingsley was quite amused with the effect he appeared to be having on the younger man. He had seen George's eyes gliding over his body heatedly and the confusion crossing his face when he realized he had been checking out the dark skinned auror. Kingsley was suddenly very grateful for the assignment he had been given that had called for the tight fitting muggle clothes. He had tried to deny his attraction to George many times over. He was too young, the son of two friends, and most importantly, not gay as far as Kingsley knew. He had originally thought it was just the sight of the wizard in his tight pants and his infectious smile but when he realized he could look at Fred for days and not feel the heat burning in the pit of his stomach he realized it was just George. Something uniquely George. He was brilliant and brave; a true Gryffindor. He was also the more serious of the twins; the one behind the idea to move their business into new areas, to not just make people laugh but really work to save lives. And he had.

Kingsley had gotten to know the twins much better since being appointed as their Order liaison to work together and develop new tools for use in the war. So far it had been a great success in many ways for Kingsley. He had always admired the way the twins had a positive outlook on life and worked to make the people they loved laugh, like it was a life's mission to keep the world around them happy. Even when Molly was screaming at them for their latest antics, Kingsley found himself hiding his smiles with everyone else. Then, as their partnership within the order grew, so did their friendship and Kingsley's attraction.

Taking in the way George's breathing had changed as he opened the door and looked him over when he got there Kingsley found himself hopeful that when this war was over he wouldn't be alone.

"George," he said, his voice smooth and deep as he raked his vision over the other man. "Fred's off then?" he asked, hoping for time alone to get to know George better without his twin there to take over half the conversation. Talking to George alone was much different than talking to them both.

Oh bloody hell, what was that look? I've never seen him look at me like that. Why does it feel so good? This is Kings, older, authoritative, really hot right now Kings. Wait, really hot? Where the bloody fuck did that come from? I am really overworking myself. He does look pretty sexy, for a wizard. Shite, he asked me a question. What was that, Fred…he asked about Fred. Okay.

"Yeah, well Fred had Potter Watch tonight so ah…it's just us. Hope that's okay?" he said, leading the way in towards the old couch and rocking chair they had available for seating in their little hideaway.

"Just fine George," Kingsley said as he took a seat on the couch with George, bypassing the worn rocker. He thought it was just fine indeed. He was thoroughly enjoying the way George was looking at him. If he could only figure out what all it meant. "So George, what have you for me tonight? Were you able to make those improvements?" And just like that they were down to business. It was one of Kingsley's gifts, to refocus and regroup himself and those around him.

This was where George really shone; when he was showing off his work. He was smart and his inventions were proof of that. Most people saw the jokester who was all laughs and spent his time fooling around coming up with new ways to prank and goofing off but he knew Kingsley saw something more. Kingsley had been the one to suggest using Weasley Wizard Wheezes products in the war effort. He saw the brains and simple genius behind their ability to take an outrageous idea and make it reality. Sometimes George thought Kingsley saw him better than a lot of people.

The few times it had just been the two of them when Fred was away he had found himself talking for hours with the Auror, discussing politics and the war, possible uses of muggle technologies in the wizarding world. Kingsley was a great source for all things muggle. Unlike Arthur, who was amused with muggles, Kingsley had worked closely with them when he'd had his post in the Prime Minister's office. He was still the one that was called on when they needed an undercover man in the muggle world.

George spent an hour or so going over the improvements he had made to the 'Stuck Spots'. 'Super Stuck Spots' would hold a petrified witch, wizard or creature for six hours and as soon as the spot was activated, a signal would be sent to a bracelet that would be worn by the Order member or Auror using it. It was a huge improvement and with a simple 'notice me not' charm it was an easy way to apprehend suspects when you weren't sure when they would show, just that they would.

They continued talking about how many were needed and how long it would take to have them made. By the time they were done it had been one of their more productive meetings. George suddenly found himself wanting Kingsley to stay.

'Hey Kings, can I get you something to drink or do you have to take off right away? I've got some butterbeers and well water. If you wanted to stay and maybe talk for a while, um…you know, if you have time? It's just that Fred's not coming back tonight, and well, it's lonely enough in hiding with him around and…sorry, nev' mind." He just couldn't seem to shut himself up all of a sudden and that nervous feeling from before was back. That was just great George.

Kingsley suddenly found himself sitting back down. George's awkwardness was so unlike him and Kingsley found the contradiction to his character kind of…cute. "Butterbeer sounds great actually. It seems like it's been ages since I last had one. Thank you George. I actually find myself with the odd night off. I don't check in with the Order until the morning and I have today and tomorrow off from work, so if you wanted company…I must admit is sounds more appealing than my empty house."

George smiled at him, genuinely happy he would stay for a while at least. Suddenly, he felt like he couldn't really think of anything to talk about so he just nodded and left to grab a few butterbeers from his icebox. When he had two butterbeers in hand he turned around and rested the back of his head against the icebox.

Shite. Shite. Shite. What now George? You have got to get it together. Kings is your friend. What is wrong with you? Bloody hell, I don't know. I like girls; jiggley ta-ta's and big hips. I can't…I DON'T like Kingsley. It's just, I'm bored and lonely and he looks…Why am I still thinking about how he looks? It's just that, well…who knew he was hiding that body under all those robes. He should dress like that more often. Why do I care? I just…do. He's so smart and strong, and not just those muscles, but him, his will and his power. And he gets me. None of the other Order members ever really take a time to talk to me like he does. Fred doesn't even really talk to me like Kings does, no one ever has. I don't get it. He just…and is it just me or was he checking me out? Has he done that before? Yes. I think so, I don't know. Is he even gay? I thought I heard he might be. Am I?

George never got a chance to answer himself because Kingsley decided to walk into the little kitchenette and see what was taking George so long. When he walked in to see him with his eyes closed and his head leaning back to rest on the icebox with a butterbeer in each hand, so obviously lost in thought, Kingsley took the opportunity to really look at him without the other man noticing his deep gaze.

Kingsley liked the way George's hair had grown out a bit into a messy style that left wisps of hair falling into his eyes. His pale skin seemed so creamy and with his head tipped back like that Kingsley could see his pulse point twitch. He felt himself start to harden as he stared at George and he knew there was no way he would hide it in these clothes like he had managed to do before in his robes. He decided it was time to end his private little spy time before George opened his eyes and noticed how intently he was looking at him. The last thing he wanted to do was scare him off.

George snapped his eyes open when he felt one of the bottles being pulled from his grasp, Kingsley's larger rough fingertips gliding over his as he took the bottle. The fraction of a seconds contact sent chills up his spine and had him feeling more confused.

"I thought you dropped one of your 'Stuck Spots' for a minute there George," Kingsley said and then gave a deep chuckle when George smiled at him.

"Yes well…you know how I live to test products Kings. This is a temporary lost in space charm. Easy to use, all you do is stop momentarily and completely forget what you were supposed to be doing while you contemplate the big questions," he joked, suddenly wondering if he had ever noticed how nice the timbre of Kingsley's voice was, especially when he laughed.

The two men returned to the old worn out and patched couch and talked while they drank their butterbeers. They talked about the differences in Hogwarts from when Kingsley had been a student just a few years behind the Marauders, only in Ravenclaw. Kingsley told him stories of rules that had been invented just for the Marauders sakes and George, in turn, told him about ones created just for him and Fred. '

Neither had remembered laughing so much in a while. With the war in full swing finding a reason to really laugh was difficult, even when you were George Weasley. Kingsley just made him feel so safe and secure and some of those worries that plagued him seemed to melt away a little.

"...and Minerva rounded the corner to find James and Sirius both naked and intertwined on the floor inside the great hall surrounded by all of us, trying to stifle our laughter. The poor woman had never looked so scandalized. We later found out that that was one of the first nights they had managed their transformations only when they took their human forms again it was without clothes. Apparently someone, likely a Slytherin, saw them sneaking in in the middle of the night and knocked them out, then laid them next to each other. At some point they had fallen asleep and when the spell holding them had worn off they just shifted to get comfy without thinking and that's how we all found them in the morning. The next day there was a safe sex seminar and Minerva wasn't able to look at either of them for weeks. To think if she had known then the advanced Transfiguration they were doing…" By the time Kingsley finished his story both men were rolling with laughter and Kingsley accidentally dropped his empty bottle on the floor. Both men leaned forward to grab it and as their hands connected over the bottle both felt the little shockwaves rock them to their cores.

George looked up into Kingsley's face, now just an inch from his own, and was suddenly aware of how beautiful his dark eyes were. "I got it." he managed to speak somehow with Kingsley's dark brown orbs staring into his blue ones, and his hand still resting over his smaller one on the bottle.

"Thank you. Sorry about that," he said, making no move to back away from George. When he took his hand back he brought it to sit on the couch beside his leg finding it instead landing on George's strong, leather clad thigh.

Both men suddenly looked at the hand resting on Georges thigh, George bringing his eyes up a fraction later than Kingsley to look back at each other.

George could feel his heart pounding deep in his chest at the feel of the large strong hand still on his thigh. It was so warm and so different from anything he had ever felt before. Suddenly George was lowering his vision to Kingsley's slightly parted full lips and wondering what it would feel like to press his own to them. He wasn't a Gryffindor for no reason, and it wouldn't be the first time he had done something he couldn't even understand, but suddenly he felt himself closing the gap and pressing his lips to the older mans. All his fear and uncertainty drifted to nothingness when he felt Kingsley's soft lips move against his own.

The kiss was short and chaste and warm and different and so soft and suddenly both men found themselves thinking the same thing. Perfect.

Kingsley was awe struck and absolutely swept away by George's sweet shy kiss. He couldn't believe it had happened. When he looked at Georges face, he thought that he had never seen him looking so unsure of himself and so completely beautiful. He couldn't do anything but smile and squeeze the hand that was still on George's thigh. When George smiled back, Kingsley suddenly felt like everything was right and the world outside the little room they were in melted away, and it was just him, and this man, and he was smiling at him with the most amazing smile he had ever seen.

Kingsley needed no other reason; he took his free hand and slowly placed it on the back of George's neck and pulled him in for another kiss.

George felt Kingsley's hand on his neck and it was so different and right and then Kingsley's lips were on his again and they were so warm and wonderful and when he felt the tip of Kingsley's tongue dart out and sweep across his lower lip it was the single most sensuous moment of his life and any questions he had about his sexuality suddenly didn't matter because all he could think to do was part his lips to invite the tongue in with his and to slowly explore Kingsley's warm spicy kisses.

Kingsley's tongue swirled around George's and tasted like cinnamon and butterbeer and something that was just Kingsley and George thought it was the best thing he had ever tasted; no kiss had ever been this good. He could feel the stubble from Kingsley's cheeks and chin rubbing across his face and instead of feeling odd, the slight scratching sent chills to his toes. It was all so clear. How did he never notice it before? Fred always had a girlfriend, but George's never lasted long; he just couldn't hold the interest. And now, here, on this couch, kissing this man it all made sense. I'm gay. So completely gay. And this man kisses like a bloody demon.

Kingsley squeezed George's thigh through his pants eliciting a moan from the man that reverberated into his mouth and when he pulled a bit harder on George's neck needing more of his kiss he was shocked as George suddenly readjusted, swinging his leg around and coming to straddle Kingsley.

George suddenly felt like he could do anything. The hand on his thigh was rubbing and it felt so damned good and then, when he felt himself being pulled in tighter as he moaned into Kingsley's mouth, he suddenly had to be on Kingsley's lap. Kingsley was the one to moan then. His moan was so deep and he felt his cock stir just as he noticed Kingsley's erection pressing against him.

He had never been so hard. He couldn't breathe. George reluctantly broke the kiss and pulled back a little to catch his breath. He couldn't find anything that seemed worth saying in that moment and just sat there straddling Kingsley with a huge smile on his face.

Suddenly Kingsley's other hand was on his free thigh and both hands mirrored each other as they massaged deep circles into his thighs. George dropped his head back and moaned in complete bliss. He was completely lost. "Ohhh Kings. Gods yes."

George was reveling in the feel of big hands on his thighs rubbing the most delicious circles and the feel of his hard cock pressing against another. How had he never done this? This was ecstasy. Kingsley's deep laugh brought him out of his musings. He lifted his head back to look into the other man and gave him a slow seductive smile, then before he could lose his nerve he leaned in to give Kingsley another kiss before brushing his lips against his ear, darting his tongue to trace the shell of his ear and his gold earring before whispering, "Stay tonight?"

Kingsley's only answer was to pull him in for another deep world changing kiss.

And his world did change.

A/N: So what do you think? Do you want more?