Disclaimer: As always I own nothing but the original characters and the situations the characters find themselves in. Thanks so much for continuing to read and giving me feedback on my work. It's muchly appreciated and I do read every review you send me!
Note: Sorry there have been so few updates from me in recent months. I'm actually working more, not less since the coronavirus started, and it's taking its toll physically and mentally. I'm hoping to do better in the future!
Training Hard
In some small, barely working corner of his brain Harry was a little embarrassed with himself. Of course he didn't regret for a moment ending up hot and sweaty with Eggsy on the gym floor, far from it, but they had come to Kingsman headquarters specifically to train Eggsy in his Gift-not to have really excellent sex on one of the gym mats. And it was more than a little mortifying, how quickly they'd given in to their hormones and jumped each other. They'd barely done anything before they'd lost control of themselves. He was really far too old to be so easily led around by his cock, or had thought he was, previously. Apparently he'd been wrong to assume he'd outgrown that the decade before.
So here he was, lying on his back with his head turned to the side to look in Eggsy's direction-because why wouldn't he pick Eggsy to look at instead of the ceiling-Harry had to smile at the smug grin on the younger man's face. They both had plenty of reason to be smug after all. He was most likely wearing a very similar expression.
They would be needing a shower and a change of clothes soon though. They had both pushed shirts up and trousers and such down earlier, but not quite enough to save them from getting dirty during their rolling around and grinding against each other.
"So ya think Merlin's gonna give us hell for this?" Eggsy asked, the huskiness of his voice sending some delightful aftershocks through Harry's system.
"There aren't any security cameras in here-but the man does have excellent instincts. Particularly where we're concerned, apparently." Harry imagined he would be teased insufferably for a while over this. "I would imagine he'll give me a hard time about it while you, on the other hand, are his dealer. He won't risk having his biscuits taken from him."
Eggsy chuckled at that. "I'll tell im not ta tease ya."
"That'll only make him worse."
The two shared another smile, content to just look and be with each other. For a couple of minutes. Then they both started to squirm a little as the high wore off enough that they became aware of the mess they'd made, which was currently drying on their skin. And making it itch. Which was what happened when you tried to tell yourself that you were just making out and that it wouldn't go further than that, Harry thought ruefully.
"We should probably go have a shower. And change."
"Yeah." Shifting up to rest his weight on his elbows, Eggsy grimaced a little. "Fuck. Lead the way."
With admirable skill Eggsy used the power of his legs to catapult himself to his feet in one smooth motion, Eggsy looking very pleased with himself as he walked over to stand above and then offer Harry a hand up.
Taking it Harry got to his feet easily enough. It was a point of pride.
And Harry definitely took considerable pride in the fact that Eggsy could hardly walk twenty some minutes later after he was done showing the younger man one of the benefits of having sex with a Water Gifted.
Namely the fact that no one did shower sex like they did.
Especially in this case, as Eggsy had given Harry permission to use his Air Gift whenever he wanted. A gift that allowed Harry to use both their Gifts to manipulate the hell out of the water that had poured down on them from the decadent Kingsman rain showers in ways he'd never gotten the chance to do before.
He was supposed to be teaching Eggsy about his gift after all, so using the boy's Air Gift to better to slide and wrap channels of both hot and cold water down Eggsy's body, sensitizing nerves and caressing every inch of Eggsy's skin as he got him 'clean'...well it was entirely for educational purposes.
It had been a very educational experience to say the least.
He was also very much going to enjoy honing these new, so very erotic skills in the months ahead. Especially since Harry was fairly certain that Eggsy would be a very willing volunteer.
Though now wasn't the time to discuss that with the man in question, Harry observed quite smugly as he had to use Eggsy's Air Gift for the purpose of getting his lover out of the showering area and over to one of the large, padded benches situated nearby. Eggsy's legs weren't up to the task of getting him there under his own steam.
Something else to be smug about, though Harry was honest enough to admit that he wouldn't have been in any better shape if his shower had had the same type of happy ending as Eggsy's had. Sadly his refraction period was nowhere near as short as the gorgeous man in his arms. Not that Harry minded how the shower had gone as he laid Eggsy out on top of the bench, making sure he was comfortable before taking a seat by Eggsy's head.
Gently Harry lifted Eggsy head up so that he could place it on his thigh, Harry unable to help but grin down at his unusually quiet lover, loving the stupefied expression of Eggsy's face. The boy hadn't said a word since he'd come and collapsed into Harry's arms.
"Fuck." Eggsy's finally got out, sounding dumbstruck.
"Again? Well aren't you insatiable."
Eggsy's jaw dropped adorably, his eyes going wide like a cartoon character's.
Laughing in delight Harry reached out to lightly ruffle the boy's wet hair. "I was joking, Darling. As lovely as it would be to revisit my youth some more-and I do have some fond memories of these change rooms-we really should get back to your training."
"That why Merlin warned ya about behavin before? Ya make a habit of playin water games in here?"
Since Merlin was exactly the sort of arse who would think nothing of telling stories on him Harry considered explaining just why Merlin had warned him about behaving himself when instinct kicked. There was something about the look on Eggsy's face and the vulnerability that had flashed there for a moment in Eggsy's eyes-something that said Eggsy would not find the story of Merlin stumbling on Harry in the throes with one of their former healers amusing in the slightest. Not even the part where Merlin had spun around and bashed his head so hard into the door the Scot had given himself a slight concussion. Which had also led to the healer breaking his leg because he'd been in such a hurry to lend aid he'd slipped on the tile and before Harry could grab him-not important.
What was important was the reason Eggsy might not find the idea funny. As in their relationship was very new and Eggsy might not like the idea of Harry with other men. Or the idea that Harry might make a habit of having sex while at work.
"Not a habit, no. Not even in my younger years. And while I have occasionally used my magic during intimate relations I can't say my magic has ever responded to someone the way it does you." Using Eggsy's Gift was almost effortless, that's how completely their magics seemed to mesh.
"Wot ya mean?"
"I mean that my magic, like every other part of me it seems, is very much drawn to you."
That got him a small smile.
Which was somewhat reassuring given that Harry was just a little embarrassed that he'd actually said that outloud. What this boy made him do without even trying. It was really quite mortifying.
Chuckling, Eggsy pointed out that Harry was blushing a little. And sounding like the lead in one of his rom com movies.
"Oh hush." Harry was not going to justify his taste in movies to Eggsy again. Liking romantic comedies more than action flicks in no way made him less a man, thank you very much. He had enough 'action' thanks to his career. Or he had.
Snickering at him now Eggsy lifted the hand closest to Harry, teasingly stroking his fingers across Harry's damp, bare chest. "That was pretty sick, the way ya made the water-so that your version of the ice cube trick?"
The little tease. "You could say that. Though I know how to use actual ice cubes too."
That got him a big grin.
"But we really should be drying off and getting back to your training. Merlin really won't let us hear the end of it if we don't."
"Couple more minutes?"
Helpless against the look Eggsy was giving him Harry nodded and then turned his attention to stroking his fingers through the wet strands of Eggsy's hair while the younger man nuzzled his face against Harry's thigh, eyes half closed in pleasure as he stroked Harry back.
They were both a little exhausted, Harry thought as he wallowed in the sweetness of the moment. Or hoped so. Otherwise Eggsy's stamina was going to put them both in the grave soon.
)
Eventually their nakedness, the possibility of someone stumbling upon them, and just common sense got them both moving, Eggsy and Harry finishing off the drying process and then getting changed into new work out gear that was thankfully identical to their earlier outfits. Once dressed they linked hands and then headed to the door to let themselves out-both of them stumbling backwards at the shock of finding Merlin standing in the doorway like a waiting guard, the Scot's arms crossed in front of him, a less then amused look on his face as he gave them chastising looks.
Scratch that, not like a guard at all, Harry realized with more than a twinge of embarrassed horror. It was like Merlin was Eggsy's father and Harry had been late bringing him home after a date. Or like they'd been caught making out in his car on the street.
"Merlin."
"For Christ's sake, Harry. Do I have to remind you how old you are so you'll act your age?"
Rather than answer that Harry asked where Daisy was.
"Mari is braiding the little lass's hair for her. Or trying to. From what I could tell the curls weren't cooperating, but Mari's a determined woman. And dinna worry, she's acting as Tristian's handler in French so the lass doesn't know what she's saying to him."
"Okay..." Eggsy drawled the word out. "Cryptic, much?"
"Well tell Mari we appreciate it, if you would. Now did you have a reason for coming here, Merlin, or did you just want to annoy me?" Because it was the latter Harry was going to find a way to deny Merlin biscuits for at least a week and-no. The damn Scot would riot. But he'd definitely put his foot down about all the meals the man took with them.
"Side benefit." Merlin gave Harry a small smirk before his features fell into serious lines. "There was an incident last night that was just reported to us involving the vampire community. Three of them were killed here, in London. All of them under Samantha's protection."
Shit. "Who's dead?"
"Donita, Jessmina, and Carolyn."
Well Hell.
"Do they know who killed em and why?" Eggsy asked, posing the next logical question before Harry could.
"It's not confirmed-at least not to my standards-but I wouldn't be surprise if they were killed simply for being themselves. That's the rumor going around at the moment. Whispers suggest that a slayer was hired to kill the three of them as a warning to Samantha to rein in her charges and hold them accountable for their actions. Though as bloody and brutal as it was-let's just say none of the three were recognizable when they were found. Slayers are normally a great deal tidier."
Harry elaborated for Eggsy's sake. "As punishment for the blights on society that are her 'children' Samantha has often been saddled with problem vampires or other vampires her sire doesn't want to deal with. Most, including myself, rather suspect that the Vampire Council does this because they want her to fail hugely enough that they can justify dusting her."
"If she'd just stop siring..."
"But she doesn't." Harry finished. "And she's too smart thus far to fall into any of the Council traps. She's both helped and hindered by the fact that her sire is on the Vampire Council...which is a very prestigious position in that world."
"He's dead useless for the most part. It's like his worst qualities skipped over Samantha and infected her children instead." Merlin grimaced ruefully. "One of the nicest vampires you're ever likely to meet though."
"True. And unfortunately Jessmina was his sister before he turned her-So Bertie won't take this news well. Donita and Carolyn were both troublesome young vampires that no one is going to really mourn or miss, but killing the sister of a Council member...there will be consequences, especially if the perpetrator isn't caught and punished sufficiently."
"So are we-are we worried about vampire war breakin out or somethin?"
Harry and Merlin shook their heads in perfect sync.
"That wouldn't likely happen anyway, but Samantha is smart enough to either find the person in the next forty-eight hours or kill someone and blame it on them. Bertie will take her word for it. Of the two of them she's unquestionable the smart one." Harry sighed just thinking about it. "What we have to worry about is how Samantha is going to react to this. On the one hand she was probably delighted to be rid of the three of them, while on the other...this reflects very, very badly on her. She's also always wanted to take Bertie's seat at the Council Table."
"Well whatever's coming will keep her busy, that's for sure. With a lot less time to be wondering about our elf here."
Eggsy rolled his eyes.
"That is the silver lining, yes. Though pity Lamont wasn't one of the three." Oh well, that was probably too much to ask. "We should-" Harry fell silent as Merlin held up a hand, signaling him to wait a moment.
Lifting up his tablet Merlin tapped away on it with his usual dizzying speed. Then he was asking Mari what was wrong-while the sound of Daisy crying came through loud and clear in the background.
Harry and Eggsy's demands to know what had happened to Daisy overlapped and garbled them horribly.
Thankfully the only problem was that Merlin had been gone so long that Daisy had started to panic that he wasn't coming back and she was being left with strangers again. She still had separation anxiety and being surrounded by strangers without someone she felt safe with there all but guaranteed a crying fit.
Naturally Merlin felt horrible and assured both Mari and Daisy that he was on his way back, immediately spinning on his heels to start back the way he'd come without even saying good bye to either one of them.
"She's got im wrapped round her little finger." Eggsy observed, shaking his head in amusement.
"Quite." It served Merlin right, Harry thought to himself.
"So we gonna go back ta 'trainin'?"
Laughing at Eggsy's eyebrow wiggling, Harry agreed that that would be best. Actual training though, just to be clear.
"Spoilsport."
)
Unfortunately they didn't get that much farther into Eggsy's training before Merlin contacted Harry through his glasses, asking him if he and Eggsy would be willing to join him and Daisy for lunch. Apparently she'd been asking for them. Repeatedly. Or so Merlin claimed. Harry was willing to bet Daisy had only had to ask Merlin once and the big softie had caved. Oh well. Eating lunch with the two certainly wasn't a chore, especially since they had never left the little girl in Merlin's care for this long before. For that matter Harry doubted Merlin had ever been left alone with a child for longer than an hour, if that, since the man was a teenager or younger. Ergo...checking in to make sure Daisy was all right struck him as a good idea.
So they headed off with their own bag of food and met up with Merlin and Daisy in one of Kingsman's breakrooms.
Merlin and Daisy were already there when he and Eggsy stepped into the room, Daisy waving what was left of the chocolate bar she held in her hand at them enthusiastically before going back to gnawing on it determinedly. Her hair...well Harry honestly didn't know what to make of it.
"Is that...how her hair should look?"
"No, Harry. I ain't a professional stylist or nothin, but yeah...that's gonna be a bitch ta get out."
"Language."
The look Eggsy gave him was less than impressed, though he did pitch his voice lower so that Daisy wouldn't hear him.
"I'm gonna have ta work all those bands out her hair, her curly as fuck hair, then untangle it from those little braids. While she's wigglin and complain the entire time cause her hair don't like ta cooperate on the best of days and it'll hurt er."
"Oh. That is unfortunate."
"Yeah. No kiddin."
Merlin, meanwhile, had obviously noticed the looks they were giving him and gave them a sorry look in return. Though whether that was solely about the hair, as opposed to the chocolate bribery as well, remained to be seen.
"Ah...Mari couldn't manage what she wanted so she ended up doing a bunch of little braids instead. It's...the lass likes how it looks."
"She's three." Eggsy gave Merlin the evil eye. "And the chocolate bar?"
"Well...as long as she eats her proper lunch too, the order doesn't really matter."
Eggsy crossed his arms and made a very disapproving, mother type sound.
"Eggsy! Unca Harry! Time to eat!"
Of course. Nothing got in the way of Daisy's mealtimes. And woe to anyone who interrupted that. Especially since she seemed to have finished what was left of the bar.
Lovely. She was going to be a handful once that sugar kicked in.
Oh well. Merlin had brought that one on himself.
