Chapter Four

Eggsy had just finished setting food down onto plates when he heard the front door open and close and smiled to himself.

"You didn't have to cook." Harry said from behind him, smile in his voice as he pressed a gentle kiss to the back of Eggsy's neck, making him shiver.

Eggsy merely grinned. "Another late one?" He asked sympathetically.

"No," Harry replied, stripping out of his long black coat and folding it over a chair. "I went to check in on my dad after work."

"How is he?" Eggsy asked, picking the plates up in each hand and attempting to make his way to the dining room before he was interloped by Harry who snagged his burden from him and led them out of the kitchen.

Eggsy rolled his eyes as he followed his boyfriend through, plonking down on one of the seats as Harry placed the plate in front of him.

"He's much better," Harry finally supplied, and Eggsy could detect the hint of a smile in his voice as he spoke. "He's almost entirely off of the oxygen cannisters now."

"That's great." Eggsy said, relieved. He'd noticed a certain spring to Harry's step lately and knew it had a lot to do with his father's increasing recovery.

"So how was your day?" Harry asked.

"Fine." Eggsy replied immediately. "A couple hours of training at the barracks, we did a couple of protection detail runs which were pretty fun."

"How about a certain working relationship?" Harry asked. "How is everything with that...Chris boy?"

Eggsy smiled into his food at the slight clip in Harry's voice as he spoke. Harry was far too well-mannered to tell Eggsy that he wanted to punch him in the face but Eggsy knew he was thinking it.

"It's okay." Eggsy responded mildly. "We get on okay, to be fair, we never really fell out. I just wasn't expecting him to be so...blunt."

"You should never tolerate anyone making you feel bad about yourself, Eggsy." Harry replied immediately. "If you can trust any advice I give you, it's that. I won't let anyone make you feel how I felt, I won't allow it."

Eggsy rolled his eyes and told Harry he had nothing to worry about but thanked him anyway, but on the inside he was glowing. He couldn't help getting off on over-protective Harry. He loved knowing that Harry cared about him that much that he'd never let anyone hurt him.

…

As June drew nearer, Harry and Eggsy began to notice just how much time and effort the wedding preparations took.

They'd picked a reception venue on the outskirts of London with just a hint of glorious countryside, it was a refitted hotel converted from an old Victorian building and the rustic aesthetic made Eggsy weak at the knees.

He'd looked at the price of some of the ventures they were going for and had blushed and told Harry they weren't exactly within his budget and Harry merely grinned and told him that when they were married, what was his would also be Eggsy's so there was little point worrying about it.

Eggsy had rolled his eyes and dropped the subject, feeling overwhelmed that Harry treated him as well as he did but also feeling guilty that he did all the same.

Harry, on the other hand, smiled hugely every time that blush came across his fiancé's cheeks. He wanted to give him the best day imaginable because Eggsy deserved the best, it was the most logical thought process he'd ever had, and was merely step one in his diabolical master plan to give Eggsy the world.

What the pair also realised about their upcoming nuptials, when Eggsy had dragged Harry into a bakery to look at cakes on their way home from a cinema date at 9pm in the evening, was just how downright exhausting wedding planning could be.

Eggsy actually found himself enjoying being able to relax with intensive training at the barracks, which was an embarrassing truth to admit.

…

"I'm sorry, Harry, I'm just so tired..."

Harry merely chuckled as he shrugged into his coat. "Don't apologise, Eggsy. Merlin and I can look at this one, I'll take some photographs if you like."

Eggsy nodded, sincerely wishing he could join Harry and his best man on ceremony venue hunting but he'd had a particularly active week doing drill runs at the barracks and was too tired and cramped to move.

He watched Harry yawn as he buttoned up his coat and frowned.

"You work too hard, you know." Eggsy pointed out sympathetically, wrapping his arms around Harry's frame and leaning his head on his chest.

"Says the marine." Harry replied, and Eggsy could hear his eye roll.

"Yeah, but you still get up earlier than me, come back later than me. Plus all I do is work out, you have to use your brain."

Harry laughed as he pulled back from the hug and pressed a kiss to the tip of Eggsy's nose, his hand found Eggsy's jawline and his eyes softened as he stroked along his fiancé's cheek.

"Are you sure you don't mind me going?" He asked gently. "I can stay here with you, if you like."

Eggsy shook his head but smiled nonetheless. "No, no, you go. I'll be fine. I'll just make a start on the invites, been planning on doing that for a few days."

Harry pulled a face. "That sounds like fun."

"Yeah, thrilling. If I finish quickly I can do something equally exciting like...crocheting or reading...I never did finish Wuthering Heights."

Harry smirked. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

Harry pressed one last kiss to his lips before he turned on his heel and walked out of the door. Eggsy watched the empty space he'd been stood in for a moment and sighed, running a hand through his hair before dragging himself back to the living room.

He flopped on Harry's leather couch, turning the TV on to some background shit before he pulled the wedding planner from the coffee table, removing a stack of recently purchased invites from the back.

He couldn't help grinning as he stared down at them. They were white, parchment paper and the ink was silver, reading you are cordially invited to the union of Harry Hart and Eggsy Unwin.

Harry had initially been planning on having 'Gary Unwin' written on the official invitations but Eggsy had immediately shaken his head at the idea. He'd never particularly liked his birth name, that's why he never stuck to it, plus he didn't want to be unable to recognise his own name on his own invitation.

Harry had merely smiled fondly down at him before pressing a kiss to the scar at his temple, something he did frequently, and as Eggsy looked down at the invites he had to address and envelope, he was reminded of that memory and smiled, suddenly the menial task didn't seem so bad anymore.

When he got to invite number 25, however, and his fingers began to ache around the pen in his hands, he realised how wrong he'd been.

Eggsy's phone vibrated twice in his pocket and he fished it out, frowning when he saw Chris' name pop up on the screen.

He momentarily considered ignoring the text before his curiosity got the best of him and he opened it.

Eggsy, wanna come down the local for a pint? Well bored lol

Eggsy cocked his head to the side for a moment, wondering precisely when they'd come back to talking to each other again, before his eyes fell on the stack of invites on the coffee table and he shrugged.

He couldn't be mad at Chris forever, he had been a mate, after all. He just didn't think before he spoke, not to mention the fact that Eggsy knew he had literally nothing better to do than go out for a friendly drink with his mates. He quickly replied.

…

Eggsy was shocked, however, to discover Chris being the only one sat at the table in the pub he'd specified.

The attractive young Welshman had smiled when he saw him and beckoned him over and Eggsy had little choice but to smile back.

He reminded himself that Chris had never actually specified anyone else was going to be there, but assumed that some of the marines they worked alongside would have attended as well. Slow night, he supposed.

"Hey, man, how you doing?" Chris asked. "Haven't really properly seen you since the engagement thing."

"No," Eggsy said, rightfully weary but with a grin plastered on his face. "Wedding planning, it's time consuming."

Chris nodded before he leant forward in his chair slightly, licking his lips. "Listen, Eggsy, I meant to say that I'm sorry about what I said to you at the party, I mean, I don't get it, I don't, but I shouldn't have ragged on you for the way you live you life. I think you're a top bloke and I'd be pissed if we couldn't be mates anymore because of my big mouth."

Eggsy found himself nodding despite himself, oddly touched at the earnest way Chris had just apologised to him.

"It's alright," Eggsy said, easing slightly. His smile suddenly became a lot more natural. "I was a bit on edge as well, that night. Sometimes Harry's lot intimidate me a bit, you know what rich people are like."

Chris nodded knowingly. "Oh, yeah. With their silver spoons shoved up their arses."

Eggsy grinned and laughed along with him before he stood and offered to get drinks.

"Nah, let me." Chris said, standing immediately, shooting Eggsy a cheeky grin and walking to the bar before Eggsy could protest.

Eggsy merely shook his head and sat back down again.

The rest of the evening passed in relative ease and good will for the pair of them until they, invariably, came onto the subject of Eggsy's relationship status again.

"So how did you and Harry even meet?" Chris asked, forehead creased.

Eggsy merely rolled his eyes. "Why do you care so much?" He asked, taking another swig of his pint.

"Because it's baffling, it baffles me." Chris admitted, sitting back into his seat. "How a young common bloke and rich old guy got together, it's like one of them fucked up fairy tales they ban in school."

Eggsy shook his head. "It's not baffling," he quickly clarified. "He's my optician, we met at an eye appointment. I asked him out, I made the first move. It was all me. It's not like I was seduced by money or anything like that. To be fair, he weren't that interested in me in the beginning."

He didn't know why he was telling Chris all of this, particularly when he rarely cared what anyone else thought, but for some reason he was desperate for his semi-friend to at least get a grip on his relationship with Harry. His mum hadn't even found it this hard to accept.

"But it must suck," Chris voiced, "all the shit you can't do anymore. I mean..." He craned his head and pointed, Eggsy followed his fingers and found him pointing to a guy and girl, about their age, dancing manically together across the room. "Look at them two, you can't do that with someone twice your age."

Eggsy felt his former irritation spark in his stomach and wished he could think of some viable excuse to leave.

"What do mean by that?" He found himself asking hotly. "We dance all the time, actually."

"But it ain't just dancing." Chris pointed out. "Think of all the shit that you can't do anymore. Getting drunk, clubbing, working out, I bet you don't listen to the same music, have the same mates, like the same films or shows. Plus he's probably got some skewered old person tory view about how the world should work and..."

The irritation in Eggsy's stomach bubbled into genuine anger and he felt his lips pull into a grimace as he told Chris to shut up.

"What?" Chris asked, shocked at the sudden interruption.

"It's fucking ignorance." Eggsy replied angrily. "Dating an older guy has way more perks that you've not even thought about. Experience, clarity. He knows who he is, he knows what he wants. He's a gentleman, he respects people. No matter how badly he thought of you, he'd never talk to you the way you talk to me." Eggsy could feel his anger sparking in his stomach and it gave him adrenaline. "He loves me, I don't just mean he's in love with me, I mean he loves me, like a person should love another person. Care, honesty, compassion, respect." Eggsy shook his head to himself, willing himself to calm before he felt himself rise to his feet independently of his mind, "I've gotta go." He said quickly, before he turned and bolted out of the pub.

He could feel himself shaking as he let his head fall against the door of the pub, trying to calm his breathing before he did anything else lest he punch a wall or something equally ridiculous.

It took him several minutes to calm sufficiently, he was shocked at himself because he wasn't used to being this angry.

He was angry because some of what Chris had just said to him was total bollocks.

But he was even angrier because some of what Chris had just said to him was true.

…

He let himself into Harry's house and made his way into the living room. He felt his heart burst as he saw Harry sprawled across the couch, diligently working his way through the invitations he'd abandoned.

Harry looked up when he heard Eggsy's footsteps but his smile faltered when he saw the look of abject dejection on his fiancés face.

"Eggsy?" He asked worriedly, abandoning the invites and standing. "Is everything okay?"

Eggsy merely nodded before he launched himself forwards and wrapped his arms around Harry. Harry responded immediately, pulling Eggsy into him and cocooning him in his embrace.

"Just wanted to be with you." Eggsy mumbled against his chest.

Harry nodded and pulled him a little closer, knowing that Eggsy would expand when he wanted to talk about it, but right now, he just needed Harry to hold him.

And that's exactly what he did.

Eggsy rested on his elbow as he watched Harry sleeping later that evening, captivated by the beauty of his peaceful expression and the gentle rise and fall of his chest.

He was filled with so much love for the man sleeping beside him that it hurt ten times more than it normally would have when he felt a pit form in his stomach.

Chris had sowed the seeds of doubt in his mind.

…

The next morning, Eggsy awoke to the gentle aroma of bacon wafting from the kitchen and up through the open door of the bedroom.

He smiled to himself as he cracked one eye open and noticed that Harry was no longer sleeping beside him.

He rolled over and rubbed his eyes until he heard a soft humming and sat up as Harry walked into the bedroom, clad only in a pair of loose-fitting night trousers that hung low over his hips, and carrying a tray.

Harry had made him breakfast in bed, as he always did at the weekends when he wasn't rushing off to work.

Eggsy smiled bashfully as Harry placed the tray on the bedside table and leant across the bed to kiss him.

"Good morning." He said sleepily.

"Good morning." Eggsy replied, smiling hugely as he couldn't resist running his hand through Harry's deliciously mussed hair before pulling him down onto the bed with him and kissing him again, harder than before.

Harry smiled against his lips as he wrapped one arm around his exposed torso.

"What's gotten into you this morning?" He asked rhetorically, smirking, but Eggsy knew the answer.

It was because he was overcome by a sudden stab of affection that had taken him back to their very first morning together. As he smelt the scent of breakfast wafting to him and felt the hot press of Harry's body against him he couldn't fathom how he'd convinced himself that he'd had any doubts the previous evening.

"Eat." Harry instructed, finally pulling away. "I'm going for a shower."

Eggsy stopped him before he could pull away to place a particularly lingering kiss to his lips before he let him go.

When he heard the shower running, he pulled the tray towards him but was interrupted when his phone vibrated on the bedside cabinet next to him.

He picked it up and rolled his eyes when he saw the text from Chris, he opened it quickly, wondering exactly what he had to say.

Hey Eggsy, just woke up, must have been bladdered last night, sorry if I said some stuff I shouldn't have, just the drink talking lol. Hope we can still be friends, wanna meet up at some point maybe?

Eggsy, who couldn't escape his current joyous mood, merely shrugged and replied:

sure.

…

"You know what we should do," Harry began randomly, startling Eggsy across the room.

"What, you mean aside from giving me a heart attack?" He muttered.

"Yes," Harry answered, grin in his voice. "We should throw a nice dinner party, for everyone whose helped with the wedding planning. Because it has, and will continue to be, a stressful ordeal."

Eggsy smirked fondly, glad Harry couldn't see him, at Harry's cute little gentleman nuances. "That's an idea," Eggsy admitted, turning to him. "But...I've never thrown a dinner party before, I'm not sure what to do."

"I'll guide you through." Harry chuckled playfully.

…

Harry strolled down the aisle of their local supermarket, basket handle cradled in the crook of his arm, lost in his phone. The picture of ease and comfort.

Eggsy, however, wasn't having as much luck. Two aisles over, he was staring confusedly at a deli array of cheeses.

Being with Harry had certainly improved his pallet, Eggsy couldn't disagree with that. But Harry was fairly normal when it came to food and drink. He liked meat and take out and beer as much as the next guy, as much as Eggsy. (Eggsy couldn't help kicking himself for not shoving that particular nugget of knowledge in Chris' face the other night) But despite this fact, Harry still had superior knowledge of what posh nosh actually was, more so than Eggsy, so he couldn't contemplate why he'd been sent off to find cheese amongst the array of French and Dutch names staring back at him.

He arched an eyebrow as he remembered Harry chatting shit about horses or whatever...His gaze fell over a small-ish tub labelled "Mascarpone" and his eyes lit up before he snagged it off the shelf and made his way back to his boyfriend.

"Did you hear about the explosion at the cheese factory?" He asked innocently.

Harry inclined his head to him. "No."

Eggsy nodded seriously. "All that was left was da brie."

Harry rolled his eyes, heavily. "Well, at least we've got the entertainment sorted." He commented dryly.

Eggsy laughed at himself as he slipped his hand through the crook of Harry's arm, passing a family of people as Harry began to check off an imaginary guest list to himself.

"Aren't they a little close for father and son?" Eggsy heard one of the family members mutter fairly loudly behind him.

Eggsy whirled, turning Harry into him and the older man barely got out a confused stare before Eggsy was kissing him, passionately. Harry responded to the kiss almost immediately, but Eggsy could feel the hesitation behind his lips.

When Eggsy pulled away, his eyes were sparkling and he laughed, loudly.

Harry inclined his head to the stunned family staring at them and Eggsy's gleeful expression before it slotted into place exactly what had just happened.

He found, bizarrely, that he had to fight off the urge to laugh.

"I do apologise," Harry said, admonishment not quite reaching his voice. "My fiancé has a thing for voyeurism."

Eggsy couldn't help lighting up at 'fiancé' before Harry snagged him possessively around the waist and led him away.

When they turned into another aisle, Harry was shaking his head.

"What?" Eggsy asked, still grinning.

"Why is it, dear heart, that when strangers in the supermarket make comments you respond as if Christmas has come early, but when your friend, and I use the term loosely, at the engagement party made a comment then you found it hard to deal with."

Eggsy sobered, unsure how to respond to such a question. "I...what do you mean?" He asked, mouth dry.

"Just curiosity," Harry told him simply, "you seem so proficient at not letting people get to you and yet this boy seems to get under your skin. The other night, for example, I thought perhaps something was wrong."

The pair had stopped walking now, and Harry was staring at Eggsy with a look of sincerity in his eyes, head cocked to one side.

Eggsy blinked a couple of times. "You think I'm having doubts?" He asked quietly.

"I..." Harry looked suddenly uneasy, wishing they weren't stood in the middle of the supermarket. "I don't think you're having doubts, I just don't want anyone to make you feel bad for your choices, particularly people who are supposed to be your friends."

"You worry too much." Eggsy smiled. "But I'm grateful for it."

Harry nodded quickly. "I...I know it's a weird thing for me to bring up, but I only care about your happiness. You know you can talk to me about anything that's troubling you, right?"

Eggsy nodded as he reached up and pressed a kiss to Harry's cheek. "Maybe we can introduce Chris to Jack?" He muttered playfully against Harry's skin.

Harry merely rolled his eyes. "That's not funny."

"It's a little funny."

…

Eggsy finished setting the last of the gorgeous, square obsidian-coloured dinner plates at the far end of Harry's dining table. His gaze travelled over the tall, traditional candles that needed lighting and the vase of arranged, delicate baby pink tulips situated in the middle of the table. He raised his eyebrow.

Eggsy turned his head as the soft sound of Harry singing to himself floated out from the kitchen, he grinned as he followed the sound, greeted with the sight of Harry stood in front of the cooker, delicious aromas wafting in the air and vague sizzling sounds of food preparation.

"You know, you're a real posh bastard." He commented, leaning against the door frame and crossing his arms.

Harry laughed but didn't turn to him. "At heart." Was all he said before he glanced back at Eggsy, he wasn't wearing his glasses and he was grinning. "Is that a bad thing?"

Eggsy shook his head. "Not a problem at all."

Because it wasn't, not when Eggsy really thought about it. Because Harry didn't think he was better than anyone else, he'd dedicated the beginning of his life to the armed forces and he did more for charity than anyone Eggsy had ever met.

Eggsy had meant to walk across the room to Harry but his thought process suddenly stopped him in his tracks as he realised, for the first time since they'd met each other, that being a gentleman wasn't about wealth or money or education, it was something that you learned, that Harry had learnt from his parents and then Eggsy had learnt from Harry...and perhaps something they might teach their own little ones one day.

Harry, who had yet to turn back to what he was doing, noticed Eggsy stop and retreat into his own mind for the moment and his forehead creased.

"What?" He asked.

Eggsy merely stared at him and shrugged. "I'm happy." He supplied, walking over to join him.

Harry nudged him playfully. "Then I'm doing my job." He said.

Eggsy surprised him by leaning into the space between them and pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips.

"When are people arriving?" The younger man asked quietly.

"About fifteen minutes, I think." Harry informed him.

Eggsy grinned coyly and cocked his head to one side. "So I suppose a blowjob is out of the question, then?" He bit his lip.

"Later." Harry told him, raising his eyebrows but Eggsy was pleased to note a little hitch in his breath. "It'd be my pleasure."

Michelle arrived first, Eggsy hugged her as she stepped inside and led her to the elegantly decorated dining room.

"Huh." She said as she sat down gingerly.

Eggsy's eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "You alright, mum? You look a bit...anxious."

Michelle attempted a smile but there was no comfort to it. "Just...the last time we sat around this table...Harry got hurt."

"Oh." Eggsy said, leaning against the aforementioned table and looking around himself, he ran a hand through his hair. "You know, I've never actually thought about that." He admitted honestly, mind momentarily drawn back to the Christmas dinner gone wrong and the look Harry had given him when he'd turned to him...he found himself smiling shallowly down at his mother.

"He's fine, though. We're all fine, we got through it, though." He lowered his voice an octave. "Have they told you anything else about Dean?" He asked quietly.

Michelle shook her head. "Nah, last they told me, he was on bail, you know, when you were in Falmouth. Apparently they're gathering evidence and all that...I suppose a trial will happen one day."

Eggsy smiled reassuringly as he reached out and took her hand, she regarded the contact quizzically.

"Look, mum, I know I've been wrapped up in the wedding and work and everything lately but...how are you? How are you coping with all of this?"

"I'm fine, love." She assured him. "I'm fine, all the better for being without him, I suppose. Plus, I'm glad you're all pre-occupied with the wedding." She smiled at him. "It's nice to see you happy, you know that's all that matters to me."

"Wow, mum, that's...that's really good to hear, actually." He said, a little taken aback. The pair were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing again and Eggsy was about to move off to get it when Harry called from the kitchen that he had it.

A few minutes later, Harry walked into the dining room, looking rather glum, with Catherine at his side.

They let Catherine and Michelle chat away as they went back into the kitchen. The minute they were out of sight of the dining room, Eggsy rounded on him.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing, really." Harry admitted. "Just...Dad was supposed to be coming but he was tired, apparently."

"I'm sure he's fine." Eggsy quickly assured him. "The doctors say he's really strong, right?"

"Right." Harry conceded. "Just..." He sighed to himself as he leant against the counter. "I feel like a horrible person just for thinking this."

"Thinking what?" Eggsy prompted.

"That what's the point of life if you can't live it?" He finally voiced, frowning. "Everyone keeps telling me how strong my father is and how well he's recovering but he's house bound, he always tried to live life to the fullest. Particularly after the war and now...I don't know. I must sound awful."

Eggsy shook his head instantly as he closed the space between them and wrapped his arms comfortingly around Harry's frame.

"No you don't," Eggsy told him, leaning his head against his chest. "I know what you mean, it's normal for you to be worrying like this, you know that."

"Yes, but I don't want it to dominate my entire life." Harry sighed, wrapping his arms around Eggsy. "I want us to be happy. I want to be able to let it go."

"Then let it go," Eggsy said, smiling and pulling away from him. "Concentrate on me, on this, on them..." He gestured to the dining table. "I don't mind having your undivided attention, you know."

Harry smiled shallowly. "You're too good for me," he said quietly. "I don't deserve you, Eggsy."

Eggsy smiled reassuringly but shook his head all the same.

"Okay," Harry said, standing a little straighter. "Happy thoughts."

"Happy thoughts," Eggsy echoed, as he heard the door go again.

Eggsy opened the door to Roxy and Merlin and invited them inside, when all parties were sat around the table and dinner was served, Eggsy couldn't help but notice that Harry seemed almost instantly cheered. Like what had been worrying him was no longer worrying him, and it turned out that the optician's good mood was infectious.

Eggsy found himself laughing and chatting along with him, enjoying the quiet yet pleasant company of family. He decided he liked dinner parties.

"So, do you suppose you'll move in with Harry once you're married?" Michelle asked Eggsy across the table, taking a sip of wine.

"I'm not sure." Eggsy admitted, feeling himself flushing slightly. "We haven't really talked about any of that yet..."

"Well, you practically live here already." Harry pointed out easily, raising an eyebrow at him.

"What about a honeymoon?" Catherine pipped up, tilting her head to the side. "Any ideas?"

Eggsy and Harry sent each other a despairing look across the table, another thing neither of them had considered.

"I went to Paris on my honeymoon," Catherine told them, "it was magical, in fact, I grew up there. I have French relatives."

"You're French?" Roxy asked Harry.

"Slightly." Harry answered mildly. "You know, interestingly, we travelled a lot in our military days but we've never been to France."

"We have not," Merlin agreed, "but practically everywhere else." He chuckled into his glass. "I cannot wait to make this speech."

"If it's anything embarrassing, I will end you."

"Ooh, actually, one thing I thought..." Roxy pointed out, taking a second to chew before she spoke. "Are you guys actually going to do a rehearsal dinner for the reception?"

Michelle stared expectantly at Eggsy who opened his mouth immediately to say 'no' but was interrupted by Harry beating him to it with: "that's actually not a bad idea."

Eggsy sent him an accusing stare and Harry didn't even blink.

"What with the amount of people coming in from out of town," he continued, "we could treat it as a pre-wedding get-together."

"Sounds like a plan to me." Merlin voiced before Eggsy could say anything, again, before inclining his head to the aforementioned younger man. "What do you think, Eggsy?"

Now that he finally had a chance to voice his disapproval, Eggsy found himself greeted with a sea of expectant faces and felt his tongue grow thick in his mouth.

"Yeah, great idea." He conceded, trying to put as much enthusiasm into his voice as he could whilst secretly planning Harry's murder at the same time.

It was when the guests left and the pair of them were in the kitchen, dealing with dishes that Harry decided to bring up the subject again.

"I know you're not too keen on the whole rehearsal dinner idea," Harry pointed out, sounding amused.

"It's just nerves." Eggsy sighed. "It's all happening so quick, plus mum's invited a bunch of old aunts and uncles that I don't know and don't particularly want to be stuck talking to them for ages."

"Well," Harry began, abandoning a dish cloth and approaching him with a sparkle in his eye. "I can help take your mind off of things."

Before Eggsy could react, the optician had sunk to his knees in front of him and was deftly opening the front of his jeans.

Eggsy couldn't help it – he laughed.

…

Eggsy looked out of the car window as Harry pulled up to the rustic refitted hotel they'd selected as the reception venue. Caught up, just for a moment, in daydreams of what he hoped would be the best day of his life.

After a moment, however, his awe wore off and he sat back in the passengers seat and scowled at Harry.

"This is your fault." He said accusingly.

Harry raised a questioning eyebrow. "How is this my fault?" He asked.

Eggsy shrugged, crossing his arms. "I dunno, just is."

Harry laughed as he unbuckled his seat belt and opened the car door. "I see, you're just being moody."

"Yeah, but you like your family," Eggsy pointed out, joining him outside of the car. "I don't like my family."

"What's wrong with your family?" Harry asked, slipping his hand into Eggsy's as they walked to the entrance.

"Well dad's lot are always fucking miserable because being with us reminds them of him and mum's lot are always pissed off at dad's lot because he died..."

"Your mother's family are angry with your father for dying?" Harry asked incredulously.

Eggsy grinned shallowly. "Sort of, he did special ops, that's what killed him. They think he put it before his family and that..."

Harry squeezed his hand. "Well, that's a load of bollocks." He assured him.

"Right? I just wish they knew that."

"You know, I've never really met many of your family members." Harry pointed out, "only that one cousin at that one thing..."

"Well, get ready to."

The minute they got inside, they veered into the great hall to see a crowd of people gathered in the middle, talking to each other.

Eggsy was about to walk, rather boldly, he thought, towards them until he felt Harry's hand in his holding him back.

"What is it?" He asked.

"Err...just, we're going to get some comments, aren't we?" Harry asked, looking vaguely troubled.

"Yeah," Eggsy said, "always. Self-deprecating remarks, remember?"

Harry pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before they braved it together.

What they weren't expecting, however, was for the group of people to erupt into applause when they saw them approaching.

"Uh." Was all Eggsy could say, taken aback.

Before the pair could say a word, they were being whisked into the crowd by Eggsy's aunt, his father's sister, and her daughter, both of whom wrapped him in a massive bear hug.

"Eggsy, my goodness, you've gotten so big!" His aunt cooed, placing a sloppy kiss on his cheek as he attempted to batter her off.

"Nice to see you again, Danielle." Harry said, extending a hand out to Eggsy's cousin who grinned back, a little flustered.

"And you," she said back.

"Ah, so this is the fella, then." Came the deep, booming voice of a tall, broad man in a waist coat who approached them. He himself must have been around Harry's age but didn't wear it so well, but he had a pleasant, crinkly smile plastered across his face.

"Oh," Eggsy said, suddenly a little flustered as he straightened his glasses and stepped away from his beaming aunt.

"Harry...this is my Aunt Cath and my Uncle David...this is Harry..."

"Nice to meet you," Harry smiled, shaking their hands. He was caught a little off-guard by David's tough handshake that rattled him.

"Good to meet you, Michelle tells us you were in the army, boy, always told Eggsy he needed someone proper like you."

Harry watched Eggsy go bright red and tried to conceal a grin of his own as he politely answered: "Yes, I served for twenty years."

"Ooh, you'll never guess whose here, Eggsy, you're great-Aunt Martha, popped down all the way from the home. Harry, you have to come and say hello..."

Eggsy and Danielle watched, helplessly, as Harry was carted off to deal with the rest of the insane Unwin-lot.

Eggsy shook his head and turned to his cousin, enveloping her into a hug.

"Hey, how are you?"

"Yeah, not bad." Dani told him, hugging him tight. "Still studying, you?"

"Based in London." He nodded. "This is so shaming."

Dani nodded with wide-eyes. "If he can deal with this lot, he definitely loves you."

"You know, I wasn't expecting Auntie Cath and Uncle Dave to be so..."

"What, normal that you're marrying someone twice your age?"

Eggsy rolled his eyes by way of response, Dani brushed him off with a wave of her hand.

"Whatever," was all she said, "I'm well jealous, he's fucking gorgeous."

Eggsy laughed loudly and she sent him a sideways glance. "Does he have a brother?"

Eggsy shook his head. "Don't think so, there will be a bunch of rich relatives at the wedding though, so..."

She laughed again before frowning at him.

"What?" He asked.

"You alright?" She asked, looking mildly concerned. "You look knackered."

"I am," Eggsy admitted, "advice, right, don't plan a wedding. It's the most draining thing I've ever done. People say it's all rewarding and romantic, we've barely spent any time together since this all started."

"Suppose it'll be worth it on the day," she mused, "and it will be. I'm so excited for you."

"Thanks, Dan, nice to hear someone say that." He eyeballed Harry across the room, he was chatting happily to his grandparents and Eggsy let his face fall into his hands. "I'd better go rescue him."

"You never told me your family were like this." Harry said, voice vaguely amused, when Eggsy finally managed to pull him to the side of the room and wrap his arms around him.

"What, insane?" He asked glumly, pulling back.

Harry's eyes were sparkling. "No, well, yes, insane but...nice."

"You think they're nice?" He asked incredulously, "I thought this would prove to you why I can't stand them! You've been chatting to my grandfather who thinks the height of excitement is his stamp collection."

Harry rolled his eyes. "No, you're right. I'd rather be stood in a room full of snobs looking down on us and telling us how frightfully wrong we are for each other."

Eggsy meant to reply but could think of no further argument so fell silent.

"Yeah," he finally admitted, "I guess they're alright. Sorry, I'm just tired."

"I know." Harry said gently, putting an arm around him and giving him a reassuring squeeze. "I'm sorry about how hectic things have been lately."

"It's just wedding planning," Eggsy said, smiling softly before allowing his hand to travel up Harry's chest and play with his lapel. "I do miss spending time with you, though."

He expected Harry to reply that he missed him too, or kiss him, or at least look at him. Eggsy frowned when the older man looked around himself, back at the crowd of Eggsy's relatives, before curling an arm around his waist and dragging him roughly out of the hall and into the corridor.

Eggsy barely had time to let out a startled sound before Harry had manhandled him into the nearest room, some vacant office, and kissed him, hard.

Eggsy moaned involuntarily at the sudden, intense slide of Harry's lips against his own, at Harry's tongue pushing into his mouth and tangling insistently with his.

Eggsy felt all the oxygen leave his brain and he had no choice but to cling onto Harry's arms as the older man continued his assault on his mouth, wrapping his arms under his jacket and pressing them back until Eggsy's back hit something.

It was only then that Eggsy was released, he desperately sucked in air, staring up into Harry's dark eyes with an open mouth as he hauled Eggsy onto the desk they'd knocked into.

"We have to exploit this voyeurism kink of yours." Harry said quietly, voice almost menacing before he stepped between Eggsy's legs, cutting off any space between them.

"Harry..." Was the only word Eggsy managed to get out, he was so shocked, yet so enthralled, at what was happening. He felt the blood pumping through his addled brain as Harry pushed him back onto the desk.

His back hit the surface with a thump and then Harry was pressing against him, capturing with mouth with his own again.

Harry pressed his hand firmly against the bulge in Eggsy's trousers and Eggsy keened, arching into the touch and moaning loudly, uncontrollably.

"You'll have to be quiet..." Harry murmured against Eggsy's cheek as he slipped his hand down the front of his pants and gripped his hard cock loosely. "Or someone will hear us."

Eggsy tried to bite down on his lip, stifle his moans but when Harry tugged roughly on his sensitive dick, hand twisting at his cock head he couldn't help crying out, cheeks burning at the thought that anyone could hear them, come barging in and see them in this very compromising position.

"I might have to gag you..." Harry muttered, and Eggsy shuddered.

He was quietly learning to love this gentle kinky side they were slowly exploring together and found himself staring hungrily up at his lover.

"Do it, please..." he said, "gag me."

Harry's blood burst into flames under his skin as he regarded the man below him, and the pleading, lust blown eyes just begging him to take control.

He straightened himself, ripping his tie sharply from around his neck in one fluid motion before he pressed it roughly against Eggsy's lips.

Eggsy opened his mouth, readily accepting the restraint and Harry breathed heavily at the contrast of the black against swollen pink for a moment before he was tugging Eggsy's trousers around his thighs.

Eggsy felt his muscles contract as the cold air hit his bare legs and gasped, the sound muffled by the tie pressed into his mouth, when he felt Harry's slick fingers press inside of him.

Fucker...Eggsy thought to himself as he let his head hit the desk, running a hand through his hair as he convulsed against the awesome pressure filling him. Fucker planned this...

Eggsy reached blindly out to try and find Harry and was met by Harry's hand grasping at his own, and their eyes met as Eggsy felt the thick head of Harry's unsheathed cock slip past the tight, overly-sensitive ring of muscle at his entrance.

Eggsy called out, but it was only a groaning, muffled sound through the fabric of his gag, as he was stretched so beyond anything he'd ever experienced before, every sensation suddenly heightened.

He was reminded, almost forcefully, of the time they'd done it on Harry's very own desk at Kingsman with all the clients outside but this seemed dirtier, this was Eggsy's family...hell, his own mother was out there...but he was brought from his memories, as Harry bumped over his prostate and his muscles spasmed, he automatically locked his legs, bringing Harry in deeper, biting down on his gag as he did so and feeling the course fabric bite back at the crease of his lips.

He stared up into Harry's hazel flecked eyes, so soft and gentle with emotion, and then the gag was ripped from his mouth and they were kissing again; fiercely, passionately, perfectly.

Harry froze when the door behind them suddenly opened, followed by a gasp and an: "Oh my!"

Eggsy raised his head ever so slightly, paralysed by mortification, only to find his grandparents staring at the pair of them.

"Errr..." Was all Harry managed to get out.

"We're sorry..." His grandfather mumbled, whisking his wife from the room.

Two pairs of wide-eyes met each other and then Eggsy was laughing, manically, and he had no idea why.

Harry shuddered above him. "Do you have any idea what that is doing to me?" He growled, hips stuttering and pressing roughly into him again.

Eggsy gasped; laugh effectively silenced.