Disclaimer: As always I own nothing but the original characters and the situations all characters end up in. Everything else belongs to someone else and that's the way of it.

Note: Most of this fanfic will be from Eggsy's point of view, but Harry will occasionally get a chapter focused on him, like this one. ALSO there is no actual Mpreg in this fanfic, the possibility is just implied for plot purposes.

A Huge Explosion

The breakfast he'd ordered an hour ago lay congealed and cool on his plate, as untouched as the newspaper Harry had also arranged to have brought up to him in his hotel room. And while a voice in the back of Harry's mind reminded like that the feeding of both his body and mind were important parts of his daily life and routine, the truth of the matter was he could find neither the energy nor the concentration needed to focus on anything but his thoughts. Would that he could distract himself so easily, Harry mused with a self-deprecating smirk on his face. But as his sleepless night had proven quite clearly, his current prodigy had the ability to singularly hold his thoughts in a grip which would do a piranha or pitbull proud.

That being the case Harry was second guessing his decision to offer Eggsy a chance to try for the position of Lancelot for perhaps the millionth time since he'd led the boy into that dressing room. The boy stood as good a chance as any of them, could very well succeed in taking the spot that should have rightfully been his father's. And if that happened he'd have to see Eggsy far too often, the boy dressed properly on top of that, in suits that would lovingly hug that beautiful young body of him. Harry could see it so well in his mind, what he would dress the boy in and how gorgeous he would look properly attired, though it went without saying that it would still pale in comparison to how Eggsy looked naked and stretched out on a bed, the boy deliberately putting his body on display for his enjoyment. Those were images so deeply etched in his brain that Harry was sure that no amount of aging would ever be able to erase them. He'd take them to his grave.

Sighing over that unfortunate fact, Harry removed his glasses and rubbed his hands over his tired eyes, trying to tell himself that very shortly he had a mission to carry out and that that was where his mind should be currently. He could think about the boy against his will later.

Of course telling himself that did no good, he couldn't not think of Eggsy.

When he'd gone to pick the boy up from the police station he'd read up on what had become of the boy in the past seventeen ears and had been disappointed. So much potential wasted, and on top of that the knowledge that a great deal of that potential might have been realized if Lee had been alive to set an example for the boy had weighed on him heavily. And even as he'd stood outside the police station waiting for the boy to come out Harry had thought that in all likelihood the lecture he planned to give the boy in Lee's place would fall on deaf ears and that this whole situation was just the icing on the rancid cake he was being made to swallow recently.

He'd seen the boy's military profile beforehand, had known that Eggsy was physically attractive, but it was the way the boy moved that had really caught his attention at first. There'd been a sense of poetic grace in those limbs, stilted as the boy's movements had been as he'd warily looked around him. And then the wind had brought the boy's scent more clearly to his nose, making Harry think to himself that Eggsy smelled lovely as he'd called the boy's attention to him, requesting that Eggsy come with him so that they could talk. And in truth he'd been surprised by the boy's easy acceptance, though even more so to slowly pick up on the scent of the boy's interest during the short cab ride to the Black Prince. His eyes had caught Eggsy's slow evaluation of his form, the quick glances over his shoulders, lips and eyes, and he had sensed the very well hidden interest behind it, though it was the change in the boy's scent and their small quarters that had truly tipped him off so to speak. He'd been flattered in spite of himself, to know a boy so young thought him sexually appealing. In truth he would have returned the sentiment, if his manners hadn't been better than that. He was old enough to be the boy's father after all, and it would be wholly inappropriate of him to attempt to engage him in anything other than polite conversation. Not to mention the possibility of his interest being completely misinterpreted, he had just gotten the boy released from jail time after all.

Most importantly though, Harry had told himself, was that he had far more important things to discuss with Eggsy Unwin than the possibility of a date.

Eggsy had been thrilled to hear about his father, beaming and positively lighting up at the mention of him in fact, though the beauty that joy had brought to the boy's face had quickly faded when Harry had done what he'd felt he must, and had given Eggsy what's for concerning what he was doing with his life. The massive chip in the boy's shoulder made itself very known then, the boy's explanations for the choices he'd made typical and expected. At that point he hadn't dug deep enough into the boy's past to know better, hadn't looked beyond the obvious to see what was underneath it, Harry thought somewhat bitterly. Like he now knew that one of biggest reasons Eggsy had probably stopped doing gymnastics was that his mother had gotten involved with a man that had made off with the majority of her money. Gymnastics training was expensive, especially if you were competitive. He also hadn't read the notation Eggsy's commanding officer had made in the boy's file, stating that Michelle Unwin had showed up at the base covered in bruises and high, demanding her son come home and causing a huge scene during Eggsy's training. Hadn't seen the medical reports from a number of different walk-in clinics, the types of injuries sustained and Eggsy's X-rays suggesting repeated physical abuse. Hadn't known Eggsy's step father was the type to threaten to kill the boy on a regular basis, using him as a punching bag regularly. He hadn't know any of that then, and they would have likely parted ways with his words doing nothing to alter the boy's course and himself resigned to nominating the son of a friend of his, who was not really Kingsman material but would have done well enough he wouldn't be embarrassed by the boy's showing.

But they'd been set on by those uncouth ruffians, and just leaving the boy to face them alone would have been unforgivable, especially with the odds so stacked against Eggsy. Add that to the horrible week he'd been having, and Harry had decided to extend his visit long enough to teach the hooligans a lesson.

Naturally he'd felt the boy's eyes on him the whole time, but it wasn't until the bloodlust had decreased a little and he'd been able to turn his full attention back to Eggsy that several important things had hit him all at once. First and foremost was that fact that Eggsy had gone from being somewhat interested in him to wanting him to a degree where Harry had felt like he could all but drown in the heady scent of the boy's arousal for him. His desire to mate with him. A desire that his own wolf agreed with a hundred percent, the force of his own desire to shred Eggsy's clothes and drag the boy to the floor and mate him another punch to his sternum. The third punch was that up until that point he'd believed the boy's wolf asleep, he hadn't sense him, but he'd realized then that he was wrong. The boy's wolf was definite present, lurking in the boy's eyes as he watched him so intently. A powerful wolf too, that wanted him just as much as his own wolf wanted him.

Acting casual, like he was completely unaffected by what he was seeing and smelling, had taken every ounce of training he'd undergone in his fifty odd years of life.

Whether he would have been able to open the door and leave the boy behind without turning back…Harry honestly didn't know. Eggsy had stopped him though, and once he'd tasted the boy's mouth, felt that eager, fit body pressing up against his own he'd been lost. If the other occupants of the room hadn't started to wake up he'd have taken the boy on the floor or against the door and to hell with everything else. But his wolf had been in control, and he hadn't been about to let anyone else see, smell or get near the boy wolf he was determined to claim and mark as his.

Just thinking of what had followed made Harry's body rebel against him all over again, his wolf savoring the memories and practically panting for a repeat, while the man was frankly horrified with himself for a number of reasons. Because above and beyond the fact that he'd had no business putting his hands on someone Eggsy's age, Lee's son, he'd also basically taken the boy without any finesse or effort made to make it more pleasurable for the boy. Yes Eggsy had seemed to enjoy it as much as he did, thank God for that at least, but he'd never not had his human side in control when it came to sexual relations with another person before. This time his wolf had forced his way into the driver's seat, and frankly it wasn't an experience he should want to ever repeat again.

That he did, with Eggsy, made it that much worse.

Worse because underneath everything else was thoughts of Adrian, the boy who would have grown up to be his mate had he lived. They'd never physically mated, Adrian's father had made it clear he'd kill him if they did before Adrian was at least seventeen, so his mark had never appeared on the love of his life's wrist. But they'd been sure since they were boys that they were meant for each other and everyone had agreed with them. Yet even though they'd been teenagers, a time when they'd had more hormones than common sense more often than not, his wolf…and his human self, had never hungered for Adrian the way he did for Eggsy.

And even after all this time, he'd felt ashamed and disloyal over that fact.

So he'd turned tail and run from both Eggsy and what the boy had made him think and feel, had left that cursed note behind and gone home to wallow for a bit before booting his laptop up to see what would happen with the tracker he'd put on Eggsy. And so he'd heard the boy's reaction to the letter, just as he'd heard Eggsy berate himself all the way back to his flat for thinking that Harry could actually be interested in him. And if he hadn't felt bad enough at that point, and at that point he'd felt lower than the center of the earth, the boy had gotten home and the bastard Lee's wife had married had started in on the boy, verbally and physically abusing him and…

Fuck.

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Getting up to pace like the caged wolf he felt like, Harry was actually grateful when his phone beeped, a message from Merlin on it stating that they needed to have a video conference. Any distraction was welcome at the moment, though he did have to wonder what Merlin wanted to talk to him face to face about, so to speak, instead of just over the glasses. Could something have happened to Eggsy? He had thought, during the night, that he hadn't checked if Eggsy knew how to swim but surely the boy would have learned during Marines training if nothing else, and Merlin didn't do face chats just to inform someone that their candidate had failed. Unless Eggsy had done something really wrong, especially since the boy wasn't aware of most aspects of pack culture, and could have committed a serious social faux pas without realizing it and…

Shit.

Praying that the talk was going to be mission and not Eggsy related, Harry soon knew that whatever it was, it was bad news from the grim expression on his friend's face.

"Hell. What's happened now?"

"You need to get back here as soon as possible." A pause. "It's Eggsy."

In some part of brain Harry recognized that the dread and fear that washed over him, made his nails dig into his palms and his eyes darken dangerously, was out of proportion as he hardly knew the boy outside the data he'd read and in the biblical sense. Still…he felt afraid as he asked if the boy was alright.

"Furious at you and the world in general, and the boy doesn't know a pug from a bulldog, but he's physically fine. Shows promise."

Letting out the breath he hadn't realized he was holding, Harry found his voice again. "Then what's going on?"

A couple of low curses Harry didn't catch, and then his friend was looking him dead in the eyes. "This is something we should be talking about in person, but he's going to want to see you as soon as you get back and you'll want the time to sort yourself out before you see him." Pause. "Almost two hours after the water test your boy woke up and went to the loo. I was watching, keeping a special eye on him because of the injuries he came in with especially. Harry…the reason he went to the loo was because he experienced a painful burning in his skin. On his wrist."

"His wrist…" It took a moment, the idea was so antithesis to what Harry knew, what he'd always known, but the look Merlin gave him, the way his wolf suddenly growled with pleasure in his head, told Harry the answer to his unspoken question even before Merlin stated it.

"The boy wears your mark, my friend. He's your mate."

Terribly glad that he was sitting down, Harry just stared at Merlin, words beyond him. His wolf wanted to get to his mate as quickly as possible, to finish the claiming. His human side couldn't think of anything that terrified him more than the thought of facing Eggsy at the moment.

"I came up with a way to hide the mark for now, but the bracelet will only keep it hidden for so long."

"Bracelet?" It was a foolish thing to focus on, but Harry's thoughts weren't exactly lining up at the moment, unfortunately.

"I had to come up with something quick that would cover it completely and be basically impossible to remove." Merlin informed him with a small smile. "Luckily I had an old prototype lying around that fit the bill relatively well. Originally the bracelets were designed to be put on prisoners, the idea being that they'd allow us to blow up said prisoner if he or she were to escape and it was imperative they not be allowed to run around. Not one of my designs, naturally, but I-"

"You strapped a bomb onto my mate's arm?!"

Eyebrows rising, it was a rare thing for Harry to ever raise his voice, Merlin smirked at him. "I removed the explosive components in them, don't worry. And both Eggsy and Percival's candidate are wearing them, actually. She knew about the mark, she followed him into the room when he disappeared, and with both wearing them my ruse is more believable. They're telling the other candidates that they don't know why they were picked to wear them, and if anyone asks me I'll tell them it's none of their business."

Since even Arthur avoided getting on Merlin's bad side Harry could see how the ruse would work, at least for the time being. But once he got back and claimed the boy everything would go to hell in a hand basket. This would change not only his life, but also put both his life and Eggsy in danger.

To be nominated to become head of the Kingsman Pack one had to meet three requirements which were nonnegotiable. One was that you had to prove yourself in combat, which Harry had done many, many times over. The second was that you had to have the support and backing of the pack, which was something most would agree that Harry had in spades. His bloodlines were without fault, his character and manners unimpeachable, and he valued all life regardless of status or one's place within the hierarchy. He wasn't the most popular among the elitists of the pack, particularly in the eyes of the current Arthur, but it was known by everyone in the pack that had it not been for the third requirement Chester King would have never ascended to the title of Arthur after their last passed away fifteen years ago.

The third requirement was both a mate and at least one living offspring, as proof of one's commitment to family, the bloodline, as well as physical proof of one's virility. A mate was also seen as essential for a good leader, both for his personal wellbeing and the good of a pack. After losing Adrian Harry had given up on the idea of ever taking a regular mate, which had also ruled out the possibility of children. And that being the case the question of him being nominated for the position had never been voiced, except by those who were either thankful that he couldn't meet the third clause or disappointed, because they knew Harry would be a far better, fairer leader.

But he now had a mate. And though he had told Eggsy earlier that the boy wasn't suddenly going to be able to become pregnant despite being male, he had…failed to mention the fact that once the boy could shift there were circumstances under which he could conceivably conceive. Namely that if a mated pair, while one or both were in heat, mated while in wolf form the lesser dominate could get pregnant if they were willing to be. The pregnancy was as short as a wolf's, which was a mark in its favor, but the one carrying had to remain in wolf form for the entirety of the second month, as well as accept the high chance that they'd be having twins at the very least, with up to four being entirely possible.

This meant, in short, that once he claimed the young, no doubt fertile Eggsy as his, the whole pack would come to the logical conclusion that Harry would soon be eligible to move higher in the ranks of the pack. Possibly all the way to the top…which Arthur was not going to like one little bit.

"Shit."

"In a word. So find out what's going on with that professor and then get back here ASAP. I'll do my best to keep your boy out of trouble until then."

"Understood."