Disclaimer: I so obviously do not own any of this, the woman who does would likelynot approve…

A/N: Well here is another update in the George and Kingsley love story. I warn you now that this chapter is decidedly more graphic than the past ones have been, there is a fair bit of plot in there too, but this chapter definitely earns it's mature rating. I want to take the time to thank each and every one of you that are giving this story a chance and bow graciously to all who have reviewed and put this story in their alerts and favorites. Who knows, maybe we will see more George and Kingsley stories out there…I do so love them together.

On with the story!

*fresh new lily*

"Gaahhhh!" George's voice carried through the thin walls of the attic apartment he was hiding out in with Fred for the third time in as many minutes and Fred was starting to worry.

Fred made his way to George's little room and was immediately assaulted by flying clothes. Peeling a tiny blue mesh top of his head Fred started to laugh at the scene before him. George was flinging every piece of clothing he owned about the small room in his tireless search to find something to wear for his meeting that night. "I take it this means that dear Kingsley's coming tonight then?" Fred asked his obviously distressed twin.

George practically growled in frustration as he whipped around to face Fred who was laughing even harder at the frustrated look George was giving him. "You bloody well know he's coming tonight. He's picking up a set of the 'Stuck Spots' and we were going to discuss other Order business. There are some potions I have been working on you know. I mean, I'm no Snape. The traitor may be a right greasy bastard, but he knew his way around a cauldron. It's taking me three times as long to get anything to work right, but you know, hopefully…It'll be good for something," he said, shrugging. He was suddenly feeling even more self-conscious. He couldn't help the thought that it wouldn't really impress Kingsley. He knew that they had been friends, of a sort, at one time. As much as anyone could really be friends with the greasy bat. He thought to himself. But he had started noticing at meetings that they got along better with each other than with anyone else really, well better than Snape got along with anyone anyhow. Everyone liked Kingsley.

Kingsley was the precise reason George was so terribly flustered. He wanted to look perfect. Something in him had snapped the last time he and Kingsley were together and now that they had acknowledged their feelings for each other it was all he could do to not think about the older wizard. He was terrified to screw this up now that he had found it. Everything finally made sense with Kingsley. He wasn't afraid to be vulnerable in front of Kingsley. He didn't have to hide himself behind jokes all the time, not that he didn't love jokes – he did, they just didn't have to define him anymore. Not when Kingsley seemed to see right through him, down to his soul. But he couldn't help how bloody nervous he felt, and that was why he was throwing all of his clothes around, looking for the perfect outfit to wear. He wanted something that said he was serious, but that would still make Kingsley want to rip it off of him. Nothing seemed good enough, he needed help. "Freddie! Help me. I don't know what to wear," he whined.

Fed gave in and doubled over in laughter. When he was finally he had finally calmed enough to breath and talk he made his way over to the bed so he could sit down, kicking piles of clothes out of his way as he went. "Oh, is that what this mess is all about? I thought you were trying to scare poor Kingsley off by showing him what a slob you are," he joked.

The teasing from Fred seemed to be just what George needed to lighten up and relax. "Ha, you are the slob around here Fred. I live in organized chaos. Just help me find something to wear, would ya?"

Fred shook his head. "Oh this is too easy. The brown dragons-hide pants, you know the ones with all the pockets and straps," he started as George ran off in search of the pants. "Oh and a dark green top. No, no, not the sweater. The uh, the v neck vest. Yup. That's the one!" he exclaimed as George help up the top in question. "It would look better on me, but you are almost as hot as I am after all. Now, if this crisis is averted I do have to get headed out. We have Potter Watch tonight, and then I will be gone for a few days on a mission, nothing big or dangerous really. Just some espionage," he informed him, putting emphasis on the word espionage making it sound much more thrilling than it really was. "Okay…okay, you dragged it out of me. I get to sit in a back room of the Hogs Head with a pair of Extendable Ears listening for a few days. Thrilling, I know. So I'll see you in a few days George. Have fun tonight!" he exclaimed as George worked to pull his pants on.

"Oh I plan on it brother mine!" George shouted as Fred laughed his way out of the little attic flat.

George had barely managed to get the place cleaned up before he heard a familiar knock on the door. George practically shuddered with anticipation, it had been too long since he had seen Kingsley, and he hadn't heard from him since his last missive twelve days prior. He was almost so excited that he forgot to ask a security question before opening the door.

With his hand firmly on the door handle he asked through the door, "What were the last words we spoke to each other the last time we were together?"

George could hear Kingsley's deep, throaty chuckle through the door. "You told me that you didn't understand how you didn't know that you always wanted this. And I told you that I knew for too long that I shouldn't want it, but I did. How did you make the picture you sent me?" Kingsley asked in return.

George bounced on the balls of his feet. Liked that did you Kingsley? Oh there is sooo much more where that came from. "Ah, you see, that was a particularly lovely and challenging little piece of magic. I had to create a sort of pensive like tray, and well pulling out dreams is even trickier than memories, and then getting the camera to work in a dream memory is…"

Kingsley shut him up mid-sentence with a short laugh. "George, if I wait out here for the full explanation I will be out here all night. It was hard, I get it. Now open the damned door," he demanded. His voice soundly wonderfully husky and demanding in George's opinion. George fumbled with the handle trying to pry open the locked door before thinking to cast an 'Alohamora' first. He was just so ready to jump the man on the other side of the door his brain wasn't functioning quite right.

George wasted no time and as soon as the door was open he flung himself at Kingsley. George wrapped his lithe legs around Kingsley's strong frame and proceeded to pepper his face with kisses. Kingsley grabbed George under his thighs and carried him inside, kicking the door behind him as he moved swiftly to deposit George on the ratty old sofa. "Hello to you too, George," Kingsley whispered in a deep raspy voice as he moved to kiss his lovers lips softly.

"Mmmmm, Hi," George practically moaned in response.

Kingsley seated himself beside George on the sofa and dropped an arm around the younger man's shoulders. "So tell me George, just what have you been doing to keep yourself busy since last I was here?"

George smiled, happy to be sitting on the threadbare, dirty sofa with Kingsley again. It was comfortable and reminded George that even though everything around him was changing fast there were some little constants in life that he would be able to count on. Fred for one thing, and easy conversation with Kingsley for another. "Well, you see, I have actually been really busy brewing lately. I am really close to figuring out how to combine the effects of an Invigoration Draught with that of a Strengthening Solution without causing disastrous side effects of explosions. It would be best if I could find a way to combine the two into a single ingestible potion that we could use before battle to prepare the troops. I don't know if I can make it work, but if I can, I think it might just give us an edge," he said with a touch of pride in his voice. It was a very difficult process, the two potions had counter-intuitive properties that he had to overcome to make them safe and effective, but he knew that if he could it would help them fight in the battle that was surely to come. He was getting a lot closer to a finished process than he had anticipated when the idea had first struck him and he hoped Kingsley would be proud. It wasn't a Lycanthropy cure or anything, it was just figuring out a simple problem of two pre-existing potions that didn't work together, and making them do what he wanted.

Kingsley's face lit up with pride. "You are quite brilliant when you set your mind to it you know. It is an excellent idea George, I mean that. I am sure that the rest of the Order will be pleased with your progress on this front, even if you can't make it happen it truly shows great initiative George, and that is important in our campaign. I know you aren't a Potions Master, but you certainly are capable, much more than you have been given credit for," Kingsley told him honestly, both as his lover and a superior in the Order.

George was beaming at Kingsley, his eyes sparkling with joy knowing that Kingsley was proud of his work. "I do try."

The two sat and discussed the usual Order business and went over all the particulars regarding the 'Stuck Spots' that Kingsley was taking with him when he left for a few hours before George realized how late it was getting. "Hey, are you getting hungry? Mom sent over some Shepard's pie and braised vegetables, not to mention more biscuits than I can eat and keep my figure. I just realized how late it was getting. I haven't eaten all day," he told Kingsley as he made his way to the little kitchenette.

"I never could say no to Molly's cooking. It sounds perfect. Thank you George." George gathered the food onto trays and performed a few warming spells while Kingsley read over some of the materials George had on his latest work.

The two ate together, side by side on the sofa talking mostly about what was going on in the Ministry since Voldermort's take over. It wasn't exactly dinner table conversation, but in those times there was little else to discuss.

Once the plates were cleared away George poured them each a measure of Fire Whiskey, and went back to sit with Kingsley who had made himself quite comfortable in the corner of the sofa, with his arm draped up over the backrest and one knee cocked and resting in the spot George had vacated. When faced with the options of sitting further away from Kingsley or ruining his obvious comfort, George took a third option and seated himself right in his lovers lap, wrapping his free hand around the base of Kingsley's neck and pulling him in for a heated kiss that tasted of his mother's cooking, fire whiskey and the deep earthy flavor that seemed to be just Kingsley. "Missed you."

"I missed you as well," Kingsley told him between kisses. Kingsley pried the tumbler of amber liquid from Georges grasp and pulled him tighter against his chest as he reveled in the feel of the smaller body of his young lover pressed up against his own. Kingsley's hands found their way under the hem of Georges vest and roamed over his back as he nipped at the exposed pale flesh of George's neck.

George moaned and wiggled on Kingsley's lap, enthralled by the passion the two shared, something that George had never found with anyone else. "How long can you stay?" George barely managed to ask his breathing was becoming so ragged.

"All night and most of tomorrow as well. Unless you would rather I go back to my cold little house by myself tonight," Kingsley teased, knowing that George wasn't likely to let him leave at all if it were up to him.

George grinned mischievously. "Oh goodie. I was afraid we wouldn't have enough time together to um…Well uh…I hoped that we could use the time we had for us to get to know each other more intimately," George stammered, suddenly feeling slightly embarrassed for blatantly propositioning Kingsley. They had after all agreed to just let things develop naturally, but right then all George naturally wanted was to take Kingsley to bed and show him just how much he had been missed in his life, not just the last twelve days but for all the years that he really didn't know who he was until Kingsley gave him the piece that was missing.

Kingsley decided to take pity on George knowing that this was all new to him. "Why don't we take our drinks somewhere a little more comfortable then?" Kingsley offered, knowing George would take the hint.

George didn't disappoint and without a word he hopped up off Kingsley's lap, grabbed both tumblers from the table and headed off towards his bedroom. George had been prepared for the eventuality that the night would lead them to the bedroom and wanted things to be special. When Kingsley arrived in the doorway and stopped to lean against the frame and take in all the changes George had made since he was last there George started to get nervous that Kingsley's silence meant he had taken it too far. He was a Weasley twin after all, and they had a penchant for over-the-top. "It isn't much, or it's too much really. I just, well…wanted you to like it. I mean, it isn't where I will be permanently, but for the foreseeable future this is really the only place we can meet alone, so I just thought I would spruce it up a bit," George said from his position in the middle of his bed, his now much larger bed.

Kingsley realized that George had taken his silence to be some form of disapproval, having gotten used to loud boisterous praise from his brothers and school friends over the years for his many achievements or being yelled at by his mum, or Minerva, or even Hermione when she was in Prefect mode, he wasn't exactly used to someone quietly appreciating what he had done. "Shut up George. It's perfect." It was too. George had managed to transfigure the bed into something larger and positioned it in a corner so it didn't take up all the floor space, it meant George would have to crawl over to what was typically his side of the bed, but he didn't really mind having to watch Kingsley get out of bed first, or crawling over him, on those few times he was there. Then in lieu of a traditional four poster bed he had attached two swaths of silk in a deep turquoise color to the ceiling above the middle of the bed in such a way that they swooped down over the two exposed sides of the bed, offering a much more intimate and elegant feel. The bedding was all in rich browns, and very comfortable and soft. It was understated, and beautiful. George had topped it all off by floating several candles throughout the room setting everything in a light glow.

Kingsley took a few long strides and was at the edge of the bed with a gleam in his eyes that had him looking very much like a predatory wild cat. George could see why his Patronus was a Lynx. George, who's body temperature seemed to be rising exponentially just from looking into his lovers eyes stripped his vest off just in time to find himself pinned to the mattress by Kingsley's strong arms. One of Kingsley's legs slid up in between George's and gently nudged them a little further apart as he leant down and pressed his lips to George's.

George didn't hesitate to respond to Kingsley, at the slightest touch of his lips George deepened the kiss, moaning into Kingsley's mouth as he easily gave up any thoughts of dominance. Being submissive to Kingsley seemed the most natural thing in the world to George, and it occurred to him that that was exactly what he was. No, he wasn't about to go around calling Kingsley 'Master' or anything like that, not that he would object to a little role-play or leather, but the way his body immediately responded to Kingsley's more dominant advances was so natural and felt so right that he wasn't about to argue with it. When Kingsley nudged his legs apart he gave up on thinking and just let himself go with whatever Kingsley had in mind, because so far it all felt so damned good.

George let his eyes flutter close and his head fall back as Kingsley's lips pulled from his and kissed a path down to his chest. Kingsley's mouth seemed George in that moment to have been made to nibble on his nipples, because surely that shouldn't feel so good. He was practically whimpering and when he reached an arm up to glide over Kingsley's back he was surprised to find him without a shirt on. Opening his eyes to take in the scene of his very well built and now topless, lover delighting him with delicious licks and bites to his nipples George asked about the missing shirt. "When did you have time to take your shirt off?"

Kingsley laughed around the nipple that was currently sucked between his lips and the vibrating shot straight down to George's already rock hard length. "Wandless 'Divesto', I didn't want to waste time. I went easy on you last time George. Make no mistake, if you want me to stop you had better tell me now George. I am dangerously close to a point of no return. I want you so very badly."

George had never been more turned on, not just by the words but by the almost desperate, heated, hungry look in Kingsley's eyes. George could only make his brain work enough to form a single word. "Please."

That was all Kingsley needed to hear before he leaned back down and gave George a deep, spine tingling kiss. Kingsley then trailed kisses all along George's chest and down the taught lines of his stomach, coming to stop at the waistband of his dragon-hide pants. Kingsley made quick work or the four button clasps on the pants and pulled them down George's long, hairless legs. Kingsley had told George the last time they were together how much he appreciated his lean toned calves and his rigid thighs, but this time he set out to show him how much more he appreciated them when they became gelatin under his touch. As soon as he had thrown the pants to the floor Kingsley ran his callused fingers up Georges legs, spreading his knees further apart as he went.

When George felt Kingsley's fingers rub over his inner thighs and brush along the elastic of his underpants he couldn't help rotating his hips, silently begging for more contact. Kingsley didn't disappoint George and brought both hands together to sweep over George's erection through the black silky material that separated their heated flesh. It was almost too much sensation to handle, the feeling of Kingsley's hands running along his shaft had aching for a release and Kingsley's tongue suddenly travelling down his torso was planting scintillating images in George's eager and depraved mind.

George instinctively lifted his hips as Kingsley's fingertips slid over and then under his waistband, slowly freeing his jutting erection. When Kinsley lowered his head and kissed the insides of George's thighs the dual sensations of the soft kisses with the rough scratching of Kingsley's stubble, a sensation he had discovered he was entirely fond of the first time they were together, caused a drop of pre-cum to weep from his pulsing tip. A broad swipe of Kingsley's tongue worked to capture the salty liquid as it slowly dripped down his length. As Kingsley's mouth worked to bring him closer and closer to completion he suddenly felt the cool tip of a wand pressed very gently into his arse. Kingsley's whispered spell vibrated along his shaft as the spell caused an odd tingling deep inside.

Georges eyes lit up with the question he was nearly too breathless to voice. Whatever the spell was, it certainly hadn't felt bad. "Wha-what?"

Kingsley sat back on his heels a bit and liked his lips as he smiled at the breathless man beneath him. "Mmm. Just getting you ready love. A feather light 'Scorgio' followed by a little pain numbing spell. I want you to enjoy this as much as I am planning to," Kingsley informed him as he worked to remove his own pants.

Soon both men were equally nude and Kingsley had resumed his attentions between George's legs leaving George capable of little else but to writhe in pleasure and whimper. When George felt the wet warmth of Kingsley's tongue prodding at his entrance he nearly stopped breathing, the sensation was so intense. It didn't last long before Kingsley's tongue was replaced with a gently prodding finger, and then another when the first was able to slip easily in and out.

George knew then what had been missing in the past for him with witches sexually, and he knew that he needed more. "Kings, please. I need you," he whimpered.

Kingsley slowly worked his way up George's body and kissed him passionately. George moaned at the new set of flavors mingling on Kingsley's tongue. It was taking every ounce of control he had to not spill himself then, but he knew that somehow what was coming was going to be even better and he wanted to wait for it. Kingsley continued to kiss him passionately, pouring the depth of his feelings into the kiss, as he positioned himself at George's slicked entrance. "It's going hurt a little at first, even with the spell. I did my best to prepare you, but…" Kingsley told him, a note of regret evident in his voice at the thought of causing his lover pain.

George looking into his eyes and saw the love there. He didn't need any further reassurances. "I know baby. I need you, please. I trust you."

Kingsley was right. It hurt. But before he could truly register the pain he was hit by intense pleasure as Kingsley slid slowly in and out. George only lasted a few thrusts before he came violently, spilling himself on his own belly. The sight of his head thrown back in rapture sent Kingsley spiraling over the edge soon after and he shot his hot seed deep inside George.

Both heavily panting and slicked with sweat and semen Kingsley rolled off George and to his side and quickly pulled his lover back to spoon into his embrace. When their heart rates had slowed enough that they could think clearly Kingsley grabbed his wand from where it had become entangled in the bedding and whispered a cleaning charm over both of them and the bed and pulled the bedding up over them as they settled comfortably into each other.

Kingsley placed soft kisses at the nape of George's neck while George intertwined his fingers with the ones that were resting comfortably over his still pounding heart.

"Kingsley," George's voice was soft as he called out to his lover.

"Mmgh," came Kingsley's muffled reply.

George was quiet for a moment as he thought about what he was going to say, but finally after summoning every ounce of courage he could find, and remembering what Fred had told him when he had found them in a very similar position a couple of weeks before he decided that he had to say it, to voice the feeling that had been building in him for longer than he could really understand it. "I love you."

Kingsley's fingers tightened around George's as he fought for composure. "George, I…God's I love you too. You do know that, don't you?" Kingsley asked.

George smiled as his heart felt like it would burst from Kingsley's proclamation. "Um, yes. Fred told me," he replied.

Kingsley laughed into his hair. "Ah, and here I thought you were the brains of the operation. It would seem that Fred is quite intelligent after all."

"I'll have to tell him that the esteemed Auror Shacklebolt thinks he has at least a few brain cells to rub together from time to time," George joked.

It wasn't long before both men slipped off into a peaceful sleep in each other's arms. They were each happy to know that they were loved, not even a Dark Lord could ruin that.

The sun had yet to rise when a burning sensation emanating from George's gold bracelet jerked him from his contented sleep, pulling Kingsley with him as he practically jumped out of bed.

"Where's my wand? I need light," George said frantically.

Kingsley wasn't sure what was wrong but grabbed his wand and quickly cast a 'Lumos' to see George fiddling with his bracelet. "George?" he asked concernedly.

The color drained from George's face as he continued to twirl the bracelet around his wrist. "It's Ginny. One of the Carrow's caught her trying to sneak out one of the passageways to Hogsmead. I don't know what she was thinking. They sealed the passage, and…and…They 'Crucio'd' my baby sister Kings."

A/N:Well, what did you think? Things will definitely be picking up plot wise from here on out as we approach the Big Battle. As always I am open to any thoughts or suggestions, criticisms too! Reviews are like coffee! (and that's like crack to me!)

thanks again!

*Lily*