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A Mated Life

Having retrieved their clothes and the last few personal items Harry had kept with him, it didn't take long for them to pack everything into Eggsy's car and drive off into the night, the roads relatively quiet given the hour. As were the occupants of the car. Though Harry did appreciate the fact that the music coming out of the speakers was his preferred classical, as opposed to Eggsy's idea of car music. If you could call that noise music. Or think over the pounding bass.

But the closer they got to their destination the more Harry felt his nerves starting to build about what the rest of the evening held for them. So to distract himself from those nerves, Harry tried to come up with something to talk about. "So where is J.B.? You haven't mentioned him." Which was unusual, since Eggsy did love his little pug. Who was getting fatter by the year, it seemed, thanks to being overindulged constantly.

"He's stayin with Mum and Daisy for the week."

"You do know I don't mind having him around, yes? Especially since the three of us will be living together for the foreseeable future."

"I know, but I wanted ya to myself for a bit. Plus I have to break him of his habit of sleeping with me now that we're together. Least we'll have this week before he's whining to join us."

"I told you that you needed to train him properly from the start."

"Yes, Dear."

Glancing in Eggsy's direction, Harry wasn't the least surprised to see a smirk aimed in his direction before the younger man turned his attention back to the road.

Letting the conversation topic drop for the moment, Harry turned his attention to planning how he was going to have to train J.B. and Eggsy at the same time, especially since he imagined that the latter would be the harder task. The more Eggsy loved someone the more he spoiled them.

"Will ya be wanting another dog for yourself? Now that ya don't have to ask King's permission, I mean."

His last dog, Mr. Pickles, had been a present from his father which was why Chester had allowed him to keep the terrier even though the two had hated each other. But after Mr. Pickle's death his former mate had made it clear that he wasn't allowed to have another one and that had been that.

"I think J.B. will do us for now."

"Cheers. Though just say the word, or wait till the sprogs ask us for one."

"You're going to spoil our hypothetical children rotten, aren't you?" If the thought of those imaginary children didn't make Harry feel all soft and gooey inside, he'd start sprouting new white hairs at the idea of how hard it was going to be to keep the children from becoming spoiled brats.

"Maybe."

"Eggsy…"

"You'll keep me in line, Luv, no worries."

"So you'll be one more child for me to keep in line then."

The grin Eggsy aimed in his direction could only be described as salacious. "Oh I'll have no problem with you tuckin me in at night. Promise."

Harry would have whacked his mate upside the head, but the man was driving.

Thankfully the drive ended before Eggsy gave him another reason to smack him, the sight of the familiar house making Harry smile, the nerves from earlier dulled at the sight of his favorite place in the whole world. A place that was now truly his. His and Eggsy's. And he'd get to come back here ever night, and never have to live in that opulent, over decorated mansion of Chester's ever again.

Pulling to a stop beside the house, Eggsy turned off the car's engine and then undid his seatbelt, Harry copying him since he was just as eager to get inside.

Both of them exiting the car, Harry moved towards the boot, waving away Eggsy's statement that he could get everything.

Retrieving their stuff and dividing it between the two of them, they both headed for the front door with Eggsy pulling out a set of keys from his pocket after shifting things around in his hand. "Here. Care to do the honors?"

"You go ahead. You have a hand free at the moment."

Shrugging his shoulder, Eggsy slid the key into the lock and unlocked the door, twisting the knob and pushing it open for them both.

It looked the same, Harry thought when Eggsy hit the light switch, his gaze automatically sweeping over the front foyer. Andrew's butterfly collection, the rug off to the right, and the framed pictures along the wall leading up to the second level. It all said home to him.

"All right then, what's say we get this stuff upstairs, Luv, and then I'm going to do a walk around, make sure everything's good for the night."

"I did make sure the security system on the place was kept up-to-date." No way in hell had he been willing to risk someone breaking into this place while it was vacant.

"Yeah, but a double check never hurt. Even in this neighborhood."

Not about to argue, Harry nodded in the direction of the stairs, the two of them heading up, one after another.

"So I didn't change much, obviously. I figure we can work together to make this more ours over time and shit. Plus we'll have ta child proof the place more. I moved some stuff cause of Daisy already, so ya know."

"That's no problem. It's our home now, to style to suit us."

One place Harry had known was being changed was the master bedroom where they'd be sleeping, together, from the sounds of it, and so with mentally crossed fingers and faith that Colin would have put his foot down when it came to the colors at least, Harry entered the room in question and just looked and sighed with pleasure, setting his bags aside so that he could touch and feel.

The furniture was all antique wood, not something you'd find at IKEA, thank God, and it all went well together despite not necessarily having been made in the same style or time period. And while the colors scheme of the rest of the room was a surprise, different shades of honey seeming to be the predominant choice mixed with the wood and a rich brown, it all went well together thanks to the little touches that tied the various shades together. It was warm and inviting, the bed in particular looking very comfortable, as well as an obvious king size. Plenty of room for both of them.

"Ya like it?"

Turning around, Harry's immediate thought was that Eggsy looked like a little boy who'd made something he was particular proud of and was showing it off now, all the while terrified that it wouldn't be liked. He'd seen similar looks on Chester's children in the beginning, before his former mate had crushed both their spirits and they'd realized their best would never be good enough.

"It's perfect, Eggsy. I love it."

"Really?" His whole face lighting up with happiness, Eggsy practically lit up the room like a sun had suddenly entered the room.

"Perfect." He reassured him, coming over to hug his mate to punctuate his words. "It's stunning."

Pulling back a little, Eggsy pressed their lips together for a quick kiss before beaming some more at him. "Well then, I should go make sure we're good ta go for the night, and you can look around and stuff. The closet's mostly yours, and like a third of those drawers there too." Eggsy motioned to the ones he meant.

"Is that your not at all subtle way of hinting I have too many clothes?"

"Nah, I think it's cute."

Harry gave Eggsy a less than amused look, though it was obviously forced.

"Be back then." And with a wink the boy was out of the room and tromping down the hallway.

Shaking his head Harry indulged himself with a few more minutes of admiring the room before he remembered that it had been a very long week, and that the adrenaline that had gotten him through it was bound to wear off sooner rather than later. And there were things that needed to be done before he passed out for the night.

Putting away the items he'd brought with him, and yes, his wardrobe greatly dwarfed Eggsy's, Harry just shook his head again over that and then grabbed his toiletries to take them to the master bathroom.

Opening the door to that room Harry's eyes went wide at the rather…bright shade of blue Eggsy had picked for their personal bathroom, blinking a few times before he adapted to the change in décor as the whole room looked completely different from its original design. Not bad, but the color of the walls certainly…popped.

At least it would help wake him up in the mornings, if nothing else.

"Gonna shower?"

Turning to look in Eggsy's direction, and grateful there wasn't enough light in the hallway to make his facial expressions obvious since he wasn't sure how long he'd been watched for, Harry cleared his throat and then answered that yes, he'd thought to shower off the day before retiring.

"Brilliant. We can share then. Conserve water and all that jazz."

Opening and closing his mouth as he tried to decide what to say to that, Harry didn't put up a fight as Eggsy placed a hand on the small of his back to gently steer him into the room.

He was going to be sharing a shower with his mate it seemed.

Wasn't this just a weekend for firsts?

Inside his head, Harry's dragon purred with pleasure over the thought.

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In the following week Harry had more sex being mated to Eggsy than he'd had in decades being mated to Chester. And don't even get him started on the huge gap between the quality and quantity of the orgasms he'd experienced, because that was as mind blowing as the pleasure he'd been experiencing over the last week. Something Eggsy was extremely smug about at times, and Harry was generally feeling too good at the time to give the boy more than a light scolding for it.

And above and beyond the shock of that, and that had pretty much blown him away, there was the stunning realization that sex could be had on so many different surfaces, in so many different rooms. Before his first week mated to Eggsy Harry had never once had sex outside the bedroom, but could now say that there was hardly a room in their house that hadn't seen him mostly or completely naked at some point.

Eggsy was in his twenties, and Harry had understood, or at least had heard about, the highly active libidos of dominants of that age, but thinking he understood and experiencing it were two very different things.

Ergo, by the time Monday rolled around, Harry was feel a tad sore, very content with life in general, and was thinking that he should probably start taking vitamins and such due to all the calories he foresaw himself burning in the future.

Monday's arrival also signified a return to the real world, so to speak, and Harry was both nervous and excited about that. He'd started his life believing that he would one day inherit all his father's holdings, had been molded for that purpose, and then that world, that life had been ripped out of his hands when he'd shown himself to be an omega. Now he was being offered that world again, after all these years, and Harry couldn't decide if that thrilled or terrified him. It changed from hour to hour. Minute to minute sometimes.

But here he was, in his expertly tailored bespoke suit, not a hair out of place as Harry studied his reflection in the full length mirror in their bedroom. Facing his first day to work. In a matter of minutes he'd be going downstairs, getting into the car with Eggsy, and they'd drive to Kingsman Tailors on Saville Row. The shop had been the start of his family's business empire, with generations of Harts basing their main office in the floor above the shop. After his father's death the office had been shut down, the space unused, but now it would be his. His and Eggsy's.

"Ready to go then, Gorgeous?"

Turning his head towards the doorway Harry smiled at his mate, who was lounging against the frame. "Laying it on a bit thick there, aren't we?"

"True. You're handsome now, ta be gorgeous I'd have ta take that suit off ya."

Knowing that gleam in his mate's eyes very well at this point, Harry pointed what was meant to be a quelling finger in Eggsy's direction. "No. We're going to work."

"We are the bosses though. We can go in a bit late."

"You know, Eggsy, in this life you might be a dragon, but I'm rapidly coming to the conclusion that you were a rabbit in your last life."

"Sorry to bust that theory, but you'd make any man hot and bothered." And obviously knowing what Harry would say to that, Eggsy gave him a knowing look. "You was married to an old man who only gets laid cause he's the guild master and has money. He just pays um well not to go blabbin bout how crappy he must be in bed. I mean seriously, Luv, think about it."

"Given how recently we ate breakfast, I'd rather not think of Chester naked, thank you."

"Ugh, yeah. Neither do I."

Sharing a look of complete understanding, Harry didn't make a sound of protest when his mate walked over to press a very slow, lingering kiss on his lips to clean both their palates of those mental images. Though he did pull back when he felt Eggsy's fingers slide close to his hair, not about to let Eggsy muss it.

"We need to go."

Sighing, Eggsy gave him a very put on expression. "If ya insist."

"I do. And besides, we have dinner planned with your mother and sister tonight, and the sooner we get done the work for today, the sooner we can come home and get ready for that."

Not that he was in any hurry to have a meal with Michelle Unwin either. He and the woman were not particularly friendly, and Harry was fairly sure that Eggsy's mother couldn't be pleased to have her only son basically married to him. Especially since Michelle blamed him at least a little, still, for her husband's death. Over the past few years they'd reached a cordial truce, but this change in his and Eggsy's relationship might have changed that.

Daisy loved him because he gave her candy.

"Ya need to stop worrying about me mum, A'rry. She's fine with this. She's never liked me cattin around, after all, so I told her she should be happy we's is married, basically. I'm a one man man now."

Stroking his finger over the sleeve of his suit, where there was a noticeable bump where his bracelet was, Harry smiled a little even as he thought to himself that Michelle probably hated the idea of Harry being the one to take Eggsy off the market, so to speak.

"Now come on you, wasn't you the one sayin we got ta get to work? Move that gorgeous arse."

Knowing Eggsy was trying to take his mind off things Harry just shook his head and then headed for the door, laughing a little over the fact that Eggsy was leering at his bum the whole way down the hallway and to the stairs.

)

Harry considered himself a gentleman, but even the most mild mannered and calm person could be pushed past his limits. And looking at the paperwork spread out before him, the numbers jumping out and taunting him into losing it completely, Harry was unable to stop himself from letting loose with every swear word in his repertoire, stringing them together in every creative way he could come up with as his voice got louder and louder until he finally ran out of steam.

And realized that his mate was staring at him in stunned shock, complete with a dropped jaw. Oops.

"I…"

"Fuck. I've rubbed off on ya in more ways than one, huh?"

Mind automatically going into the gutter, Harry didn't know what to say to that. And his ears and cheeks were going hot, dammit.

An amused look, then Eggsy was all but sauntering over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder and squeezing. "The records are that bloody bad?"

"Yes. They fucking are." Running his hands over his face, Harry dearly wanted to punch his ex mate in the face. Preferably while wearing ornate rings or brass knuckles. "He's lost my family's businesses millions of bloody pounds because he can't think outside the damn box and hires underlings like him, only with less fucking imagination and backbone than him. Which is saying something."

"But we can fix things?"

Could they? Looking at the paperwork in front of him Harry could feel his brain threatening to hemorrhage over the undeniable proof that too many of his family's businesses were out of date, in some case decades behind the competition. And the work involved bringing those businesses into the twenty first century was staggering.

"I foresee a lot of long nights at the office."

"Good thing that we're a team then, huh? And spending nights with ya alone in the office, I can get behind that. If ya know what I mean."

Harr couldn't stop his sigh. "Is everything about sex with you lately?"

Getting behind him, Eggsy slid his hands down Harry's chest, leaning his weight against him. "Well I had to wait years for ya, didn't I? Gonna be a while before getting ya naked isn't front and center in my very imaginative mind." A sweet kiss to his temple that made it hard for Harry to decide if he was exasperated or touched.

"What am I going to…nevermind." He was learning not to leave Eggsy's openings like that. The boy was jumping on them as often as his mate was all over him now.

"Awwww." Another kiss. And then Eggsy was moving away to retrieve his chair from the assistant desk he'd been using, dragging it over to Harry's side.

Taking the seat Eggsy rolled up his sleeves, his mate having ditched his suit jacket a few hours ago. "All right then, where do we start?"