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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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Thanks a bunches and bunches - .lily

Fred came stumbling into the little attic apartment he was sharing with George after a long night with the other guys from Potter Watch. Remus had shown up with pictures of his new son, Teddy and Lee decided they all needed some Firewhiskey to celebrate. Remus hadn't been able to stay with them all night, needing to get back to Tonks and Teddy while he could, knowing the with the full moon approaching he would be returning to the packs to work and pulling more of them to their side.

Fred and Lee had both gotten pissed after Remus left, laughing and drinking all their worries and fears away. Fred had managed to pass out for a few hours before he realized he should get back to his temporary home away from home while it was still dark out, when he had less of a chance of being seen. Besides, he was quickly feeling hung over and he knew George had some Hangover Potion in his room.

Fred tried to be quiet as he made his way through the attic space towards George's room seeking the cure to his now raging headache and the spinning that the world seemed to be doing around him. He was still half drunk and dead tired when he opened the door to his twin's room. He was hallucinating, that had to be it. There was just no way his brother was naked in bed with Kingsley. Whoa how the bloody hell did that happen? When did that happen? George isn't keeping this from me is he? I hope not. I want all the details! Fred watched them sleep for a few minutes as he leaned against the door frame.

Well, at least he was getting a good shag out of all the work he was doing for the order. Fred wanted to leave the two men to sleep. He hadn't seen George so relaxed and happy and in a long time. He was completely shocked that Kingsley Shacklebolt was the man responsible, he was frankly shocked it was a man, not that it mattered. Fred watched the two for a few minutes, both men seeming so happy in their sleep, he felt bad about having to wake them, but Kingsley couldn't be seen leaving and with no floo and all the wards up around the place the only way in or out was the front door. He tried to control himself as he walked over and placed a hand on Georges shoulder to shake him awake, glad that at least a sheet was pulled across them, tangling between George's legs obscuring his view of things he didn't really want to see, especially considering the placement of one of Kingsley's hands between his brother's thighs.

George woke up with a very large grin on his face. He hadn't slept so well in ages and Kingsley's warm hard body was pressed against his in a way the set his whole body aflame. He couldn't believe how good it felt to be in the other man's arms, to see his dark arms wrapped so possessively around his torso, one hand resting above his heart, the other hand was quite deliciously placed below is belly button, Kingsley's fingers tangling with the thatch or reddish brown hair above his stirring length. George would never forget the way those strong hands had roamed his body the night before as the two men learned each other's bodies. He had never known that so many spots on his body could feel so good when they were rubbed and kissed and licked. George was no virgin, and had had his share of flings over the years but there had been no witch who had ever made him feels so good. He would have expected his first time with a wizard to be awkward and scary, especially since he had not thought about another man's body like that before, not consciously at least. Being with Kingsley had just felt right. There hadn't been much need to talk, they just explored each other into the early morning hours, Kingsley taking on a more dominant role and made everything so easy and natural.

George was thinking about how he had managed to ignore his own building feelings for Kingsley, passing them off as respect, and friendship, and a casual admiration. He could see now how much more than that it was. He didn't even know when it had happened, just that it had.

They had talked for hours last night after their first kisses, and Kingsley had told him he had been interested and aware of George for some time. They talked about past lovers and failed relationships and George could easily see why things had never worked for him before. Kingsley made him feel worthy and special in a way he had never felt before. His whole life he had been one of two, and judges as such, but Kingsley was able to see what separated him from his twin and made him uniquely George. He told George how he had fought with his feelings, thinking it a betrayal of his friendship with his parents but that as time went on, as they spent more time together talking and getting to know one another Kingsley had come to see it was more than just an attraction. George still didn't know what he wanted, he knew that what they had shared the night before had been amazing, and that he wanted that again, but he still didn't know what he wanted in the long term.

They agreed to see where this went, to continue to see each other whenever they could. They also agreed that no one could know. Not yet. There was too great a chance of causing a rift in the Order and in the height of war. George wasn't ready to tell anyone anyhow. He was still trying to understand it all himself. All he knew was that he felt hopeful lying in Kingsley's arms.

George could feel Kingsley begin to shift behind him as he awoke. He could feel as Kingsley's erection begin to grow against his arse cheeks and he pressed back into it, earning him a deep groan from the man at his backside. George moved his hand to hold the one of Kingsley's that was resting above his heart and Kingsley gave it a squeeze as his other hand slowly worked its way through Georges pubic hair, gently stroking him in a way he had never experienced before. All of it was new and wonderful and George didn't care how it had happened he just wanted more.

George was surprised to hear a whimper escape his own mouth when Kingsley pressed his lips to the back of his neck and gave him a warm kiss, his tongue darting out to taste the salt of his flesh. Sex for George had always been good he thought. He worked to be sure the girl he was with was happy and came. It was nice. Maybe that's why he never bothered for repeating the performance with the same girl twice. Suddenly he had found Kingsley and the world made sense. This was what it was about, this feeling of electrified rapture as rough fingertips traced patterns across his skin slowly building the energy until he thought he would explode with passionate energy. When he felt Kingsley bite down lightly on the juncture of his neck and shoulder he let out another small whimper and felt shockwaves wrack through his body.

Fred felt terribly voyeuristic and kind of pervy letting them go on like that with him standing right there, but he really didn't know what to do when the two naked men started rocking and moaning against each other. He highly doubted they had planned on being caught in bed together. When he heard his brother whimpering he just couldn't let them keep going. He felt bad interrupting, George was certainly enjoying himself.

Fred cleared his throat loudly and announced his presence. Both men's eyes shot open at the noise.

"Bloody hell, what are you doing in here Fred? Get out!" George screamed, not remotely happy at having been caught or interrupted.

Fred turned towards the door sensing that the two men would rather him not be watching them. "Look, I'm sorry okay. I needed hangover Potion. Though I do think you have sobered me up quite nicely thank you. Look, I would have left you alone but it's going to be light out soon and Kingsley mate, you really shouldn't be seen here. I'll uh, just go lay down in my room for a while. Nice to see you Kings." He tried to explain to his embarrassed and angry brother.

"Fred! Go!" George shouted.

Fred took off towards the door and cried out behind him as he went "sorry, going!"

Kingsley gave a deep chuckle and finally piped in "Thank you Fred." He heard George mutter something about not thanking pervy prats who should learn to mind their own business; he thought his pouting was rather cute. "He is right George, I have to go. I cannot risk being seen."

George turned in Kingsley's arms to face him. He gave him a deep passionate kiss, loving the feel of Kingsley's soft full lips moving against his own, and the way the older man would lightly nip at his lower lip. Breaking away from the kiss he panted "I don't want you to go. I don't know when I will see you again. What if you meet some better and decide you don't want me anymore?" he whined.

Kingsley laughed and pulled Georges body flush against his so he could feel the proof of his desire. "Listen to me George. There has been no one in years. I certainly do not run around bedding every man who piques my interest, or is that what you think of me?" he asked, his smooth voice taking on a hardened quality it sometimes got when he was very serious about something. George shook his head. "No, I had hoped not. I do not take this lightly George. I should have gone about this all differently. But we are in the middle of a war and I do not know who will make it out alive this time and who will not. Seeing you so flustered last night, I just decided not to wait any longer. Because I have waited. I have tried to deny my feelings fearing they would not be well received, by you or others. I have been your father's friend for years. He is the one that brought me into the Order. I am not certain how he would feel about this. However I find that I can no longer keep me away, not if you want me." George bit his lips and nodded, not wanting to say something horribly over emotional and sound all clingy, not wanting to risk saying 'I love you'. "Well that is good, because I did not have any intentions of giving you up now that I know what having you is like. So much better than my dreams." He said quietly as he leaned his head closer, his lips caressing George's throat as he spoke.

George could barely manage to say "okay" as the other man's lips moved to suckle his Adam's apple and then press kisses along his clavicles and down his sternum. George felt powerless to do anything but enjoy the feeling.

Kingsley ended up leaving forty-five minutes later, casting a disillusionment spell on himself as the early morning sun broke across the horizon.

George was lost in thought about everything that had happened since Kingsley had knocked on his door the night before when Fred came and sat next to him on the bed. "Hey George…"

"Oh Fred, sorry, didn't hear you come in." he said distractedly.

Fred just looked at his twin and could tell he had it bad. He had never been like this. It was the look Ginny used to get thinking about wedding robes while writing 'Missus Harry Potter' all over. "So how long has this been going on?" he asked.

George snapped his head up to look at Fred, wondering what he had figured out. "It just started."

"Can it George. I saw you two. It was quite cute actually. That did not look like something that just started, that looked like two men in love. Why didn't you tell me George?" he tried to sound amused but George could hear the hurt in his voice thinking that his twin was keeping secrets from him.

"Really, it just happened. We were talking last night and then before I knew he was kissing me, or I was kissing him, and it was just so…damn." He laughed. "I still can't believe you saw us. I thought you were going to be gone, and well really I hadn't intended for that to happen. And it just happened. I'm not keeping anything from you Fred, I swear. I didn't even know I was gay until last night." The words came spilling from his mouth in such a flustered manner that it only caused Fred to start laughing.

Fred finally calmed enough to talk to his brother. "Okay, so let me get this straight, the same day you decide you fancy blokes, and not just any bloke, but the esteemed Auror Shaklebolt, you manage to get him into bed? I bow to your greatness oh wise one. I mean seriously George; do you know how long it took me to get Katie to shag me? And here the same day you decide you are gay you are in here buggering Kingsley, and he certainly doesn't seem like the type to just shag anybody." Fred made an exaggerated bowing gesture towards his brother.

George couldn't help but grin, he did feel a bit like a god after the night and morning he had had. "No, it…it isn't like that Fred. I mean…we didn't, um…that is to say…" He started to trip all over his words when he tried to explain what had happened to Fred. He had never had trouble telling Fred about his flings before, usually with a hefty bit of exaggeration but this was different. "I mean, well…first off, there was no buggering okay. We just…"

Fred was trying to contain his laughter at his Georges obvious flustered state. It was so sweet he thought. George had never been like this before, and at least now Fred could understand why George had been so obsessed with his latest invention. He was trying to impress a boy, not just a boy, Kingsley Shacklebolt. "So tell me dear twin, if you were not in here buggering each other senseless all night why is it I found you two naked and wrapped around each other like that? It certainly looked like you had been good and shagged, and if you're stupid grin when I came in here was anything to go by I would say that it was a damned bloody good shag that had Kingsley leaving quite some time after I left you two alone this morning." He told him

"Well yes, it was erm… brilliant. Earth shattering, we just didn't…there wasn't…um…you know…penetration." The truth was he had been scared to take that step. They had agreed to just take their time with each other.

Fred nudged George on the shoulder. "So, how did it happen?" he asked.

George told him about the night before, about how he had felt so nervous and was having a hard time understanding why. He told him how the slightest touch from Kingsley had ignited something inside of him at that when they finally kissed it was as if all the pieces fell into place and he knew who he was, and what he wanted.

"So what now?" Fred wanted to know.

George thought about it for a while, he knew it would be difficult. "For now we are just going to keep it a secret while we see where it goes. Kings doesn't want to cause problems for the Order, and sleeping with the son of two Senior Order members, who both happen to be his friend, it could get messy. And I really don't even begin to know how to tell mum and dad." George dropped his face into his hands.

Fred took pity on his brother and put his arm around his shoulder, offering him comfort. "Kingsley makes you happy?" George nodded. "Then that's all that matters. You two can keep it quiet for now, like you said, see where things go. Assuming this is still what you want when this war is finally over then I will be by your side to tell anyone who has any problems with it to piss off. Besides, you two were sooooo cute. I tink my twinny's in looovvveeee sooo baaaad." He said drawing out the words in a high pitched sing song voice.

George pulled back and punched him in the arm. "Shut it you. No one asked you. And I can't be in love, I mean, I just found out I was gay. Right?" he asked.

Fred just smiled. "The way I see it Georgie, you love who you love, and maybe it isn't even about being gay, who knows, who cares. But that look on your face when I came in here. That my dear twin is not a look I have ever seen on your face and it was the most beautiful thing. And the way he was holding you with his hand above your heart, so protectively. He didn't even care I saw him with you, you didn't see his face, I did. He was only concerned for you. I think that maybe you have both been building these feelings for a while." George just ducked his head and blushed a little.

"Um…maybe." He muttered.

"Maybe…yeah, I say you love him. And good for you. I think he loves you for what it's worth. And shite George, did you know he had all those rippling muscles under his robes? I'm straight as they come, but that was one well-built man, good job George!" George grabbed his pillow off the bed and swung it to hit Fred in the face.

"Hey, uh, George?" Fred asked.

"What?"

"Do you think you could maybe get some clothes on? This has been a nice chat and all, but you're um, quite naked you know?" He laughed as he made his way out of the room. When he got to the door he turned to face his brother. "I'm going to bed. I was up all night, you look like you might want to catch a few more hours yourself mate. Catch up on your sweet dreams and all. I'm happy you have someone George." He said shutting the door behind him as he left.

George didn't get dressed, he just crawled back into bed under the covers, noticing how much more comfortable he had been when Kingsley was wrapped around him. He eventually fell asleep thinking about dark skinned Aurors and long sinful kisses.