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Right. So it's been almost a year since I updated this. I'm trying to get back into the habit of writing-so far with mixed results. Ergo going to speed things up a bit so that I don't leave you guys hanging for another year. So sorry.

With Your Body

A couple hours later

Eggsy hadn't watched 'Inception' in quite a while, but he was pretty sure the character Arthur had said something about how telling yourself not to think about elephants was a good way to ensure that you couldn't help but think about elephants. And while right now Eggsy had something he really, really didn't want to think about, distracting his mind from doing that was getting a lot harder now that the adrenaline and endorphins from all the sex was wearing off.

Though speaking of elephants...who would win in a fight in the wild, an elephant or a wolf? Did they live in the same habitat anywhere in the world? They had in the 'Jungle Book', right? Mowgli was raised by wolves, then later in the movie there were elephants stomping around. He kind of felt a bit like he'd been trampled by a little elephant. An adult one would squash him flat, but a little one would probably just make him sore as fuck, which was definitely the case because-

Groaning a little over that thought-and very determinedly not opening his eyes to visually face the consequences of his actions-Eggsy frantically tried to change the trajectory of his thoughts by mentally evaluating his assorted injuries and how he'd got them.

Throbbing arse-Harry had fucked the hell out of it. Not to mention the man's claws had literally come out while he was holding Eggsy down so those had done damage as well. To Eggsy's arse and his hips and thighs. His back had gotten clawed up as well, though those were healing up faster than the rest.

Back and stomach-rug burns. A lot of rug and carpet burns. And aches from being slammed up against a few walls. And possibly the strain of having his body contorted into positions Eggsy was fairly sure he'd never been in before.

His lips were sore as fuck as well, having been split open a few times over the last couple hours while Harry had been laying his claim and-fuck.

The word 'fuck' started looping around and around in Eggsy's brain like a broken fucking vinyl.

Because the physical ache he was trying not to think about most was the one in his shoulder. The shoulder Harry had sunk his teeth into to claim Eggsy as his mate.

After demanding that Eggsy do the same to Harry's shoulder.

Their wolves had been in complete control at that point. Human brains gone bye-bye. Harry hadn't even made the demand out loud, the words somehow in Eggsy head even though they were still in their human bodies.

He'd done it. He'd bitten Harry where he'd been specifically told he was not to bite Harry without prior permission. And while Wolf Harry had given permission, the human half of him had not.

Just like the wolf half of Harry had accepted Eggsy as his mate.

They were, in the minds or whatever of their wolves, now mated. Eggsy had felt the bond snap into place. Could feel it still, humming between them like a song he assumed only they could hear.

Harry had yet to say what he thought about that.

Though to be fair Eggsy was a lot younger than Harry, and therefore Harry's recovery time wouldn't be nearly as good or fast.

But he could both sense and hear in Harry's breathing that the other man was awake and not asleep on the carpet they were currently sprawled out on. Was lying there so close that Eggsy only had to lift his right arm a little bit to touch, but was not saying a bloody word.

Fuck.

Their wolves mating didn't mean Harry had fallen hopelessly in love with him after all. That's not how these things worked. That, if it ever happened, would take time and effort and a whole lot of other stuff Eggsy was still learning about.

Provided Harry didn't hate him for losing control and claiming him.

Saying Harry had told him to in his mind...maybe he'd only 'thought' he heard it because it was what he'd wanted Harry to say. Maybe he'd imagined the whole thing. Maybe-

"Well. I-I don't know what to say, really."

Shocked into opening his eyes at the sound of Harry's voice-though it sounded super hoarse and rough-Eggsy stared up at the ceiling as his brain tried and failed to think about what to say to that.

At least Harry was having the same problem.

The brush of Harry's fingers against his own hand had Eggsy turning his head to look down at those two hands, allowing Harry to manipulate their fingers so that they were laced together. A sight that gave Eggsy the courage to look up and over to where Harry was waiting. Watching him with human eyes.

"Hi."

Lips curving in response to Eggsy's weak arsed response, Harry gave the hand he held a squeeze.

"Are you all right?"

Valid question. Thank all the fucks Harry had prepped himself before Eggsy had gotten back home. Eggsy didn't even want to think about how much damage Harry would have done to his beautiful arse otherwise, all but throwing Eggsy to the ground and then fucking himself on Eggsy's prick like both their lives had depended upon it.

That, thankfully, had been just enough to take the edge off that Harry had-thank you, GOD! -remembered to make sure Eggsy's arse was up to taking similar damage a very short time afterwards. Though sitting up was going to hurt a fuck ton for the next little while. And just moving in general.

Getting fucked over an antique divan definitely left marks. A fucking lot of them, in fact.

"Yeah. You?"

Harry had to be feeling it now too.

"Yes."

And apparently Harry was no more ready to talk about the fact that they were mated werewolves than Eggsy was as awkward silence descended. Both knowing that they should say something, but not knowing what. Or at least Eggsy didn't, except maybe he did?

Fuck. Why were emotions so hard?

But if he'd crossed a line, wouldn't he be maimed or dead right now? Harry sure as fuck wouldn't be holding his hand, right? So didn't that mean-ah, fuck it.

"Are ya mad at me?"

God. He sounded like a little kid on the telly who knew he was in trouble and was trying ta cute his way out of it.

Harry's face went soft. "No. This-well it feels rather inevitable right now, doesn't it? And I told you to claim me. Though I'm still not sure how."

The knots in his stomach loosening a little, Eggsy allowed himself to smile a little. "That was pretty weird."

"Something to ponder over later. After we've showered and tidied things up in here."

A shower sounded like a really good idea.

The tidying up though. That was going to take some serious work on their part.

His thoughts must have been written all over his face, Harry laughing as he admitted that yes, they'd knocked over, broken, and marked the hell out of the room's furnishings and adornments in their...enthusiasm.

"Worth it."

)

He'd been the one to suggest that they should get up and clean themselves up a bit, but honestly Harry wasn't sure he was up to that. Physically or otherwise. The crazy, animal sex; that he'd seen coming. His wolf had been riding him so hard since he'd seen the video-and made Merlin send him a copy-that honestly Harry thought he deserved pats on the back for just coming back here instead of hunting Eggsy down and claiming him wherever he found him. His instincts hadn't pushed him that hard and brutally since he was a youth dealing with the expected hormone surges. He'd recognized he was holding onto his humanity by his finger tips and had done what little he could to ensure that at least he wouldn't break his arse once he got his claws into his mate.

Harry had never had his wolf in complete control during sex before, and was thinking he never should again unless they were outdoors where they could keep damage to a minimum. But he was okay with losing control like that. With Eggsy.

The fact that he'd demanded Eggsy bite him, claim him that way...he'd known that that was a possibility. A high one. Harry didn't regret baring his neck and demanding it.

But the fact that just that had been enough to make them mates, to join them that way without him consciously accepting that bond...that he hadn't expected.

Maybe he should have, but he hadn't.

So now they were mates. Right before the Alpha Ceremony. Fuck.

"So, neither of us wants ta get up, then?"

Looking over at Eggsy-who somehow looked heart wrenchingly vulnerable and incredibly debauched and sexy at the same time-Harry worked up a rueful smile as he mentally told himself to man up. He was over twice Eggsy's age, for goodness sakes. And right now, his mate needed reassurance that they were okay. That they hadn't buggered things between them all to hell.

Just each other.

Making himself sit up without letting go of the hand he still held, Harry took stock of himself and then glanced over as Eggsy copied him. Also not letting go.

"We're going to be sore tomorrow. Or today, technically."

"Yeah. Good thing Uncle Will said he couldn't train me today cause he'd be busy with preparations for the Alpha thing. Wouldn't be up to it, and he'd give me hell for it." Eggsy let go of his hand now, but only so that he could get to his feet with much groaning.

Harry hoped it was somewhat exaggerated.

But thinking about why Eggsy would actually be that sore also made his wolf want to howl in smug pride. His wolf basking in the fact that Eggsy, who was very much Alpha, had submitted to him completely. Had been willing to do that for him without question or hesitation.

Perhaps that was why the mate bond had snapped into place from his end, Harry suddenly realized. That show of love and devotion affecting him that much on a subconscious level.

"Harry?"

Blinking, Harry focused on the hand being offered him and smiled his thanks as Eggsy helped him get to his feet.

He did a lot of groaning that wasn't exaggerated.

"Right. Maybe we should soak in the tub instead of showering."

"Good idea."

Both of them moving stiffly towards the bath, Harry could only hope that they didn't fall asleep in it.

)

The Night of the Alpha Ceremony

Everyone knew that Kingsman Harry Hart had taken Eggsy Unwin, heir to the Egerton family, as his mate. Eggsy, who was the only wolf present that night that anyone thought might dare to challenge his great uncle for the place of Alpha over their pack. Some hoped that he would try and be torn to pieces. More secretly or not so secretly hoped that it would be King lying dead on the grass before the night ended. What those closest to the boy in question thought he would do went unspoken, many disappointed when the young man in question arrived at the ceremony space wearing a suit like his mate and his other family members. That suggested that he had no intention of challenging since Alpha candidates came to the ceremony wearing trousers at most, sometimes nothing at all. The clothes, after all, would end up in tatters once the man or woman in question transformed.

William, they all noted, had come wearing a suit while his father wore only trousers and a smug, self-satisfied expression on his cold face.

The three Alphas from other packs who'd come to lead the ceremony and act as official witnesses didn't say anything, but those who paid attention got the sense that they didn't want to be there and only were because their packs had longstanding relationships that demanded it.

They were probably mentally comforting themselves by remembering that this ceremony was short so long as there were no challengers.

The speeches were made, the fact that Chester King had been acting as Alpha since the last one's death was acknowledged, and the entire pack barely listened, minds on what was to come. The moment of truth.

Would anyone dare to object to Chester King remaining and becoming the official Alpha over their pack. Over them.

And then it was time, the Alpha from a pack in Ireland beginning his speech about the history and rules of Challenging. His melodic voice did nothing to ease the stifling pressure weighing down on all of them, King surprisingly looking more at his son as the speech continued as opposed to Eggsy.

Something about William was off, the rest of the pack started to realize. There was something about the vibes he was giving off now, as though the strength of his dominance was coming off him in waves somehow.

Sorta like Vasic's stare, Eggsy thought as he studied his uncle with furrowed brows, his own wolf reacting to the power in the same way. Fighting against it as he squared his shoulders, refusing to yield instinctively, though not because he didn't think his uncle was worthy of being treated as an Alpha. No, it was just too against his nature to submit to anyone but his mate now.

His wolf was too strong to do otherwise.

Others, however-in fact everyone who wasn't Eggsy including the three Alphas from other packs-didn't seem to take it as a challenge the way Eggsy's wolf did. Instead they were all ignoring the man's father and concentrating on William with a focused...devotion? Like he was their Alpha and leader. Like he was the one they'd come to acknowledge without him even saying a word.

William, Eggsy realized, was making it clear without saying a word that unlike his father, he was a True Alpha. That he was the one who should lead.

Even William's father-who looked dumbfounded in the light of the full moon-was giving off submissive vibes in the face of his son's power.

What William planned to do now that they were all in the palm of his hand-whether they wanted to be or not-was something only he would know thanks to the sound that suddenly rang out in stark contrast to the previous, deafening silence that had descended upon them.

The sound of mad, broken laughter.

It was the sort of laughter that made a shiver roll down your spine and dread swirl in your stomach. The kind of inhuman glee that could only come from someone who was no longer sane and was taking a dark and twisted pleasure in some horrible turn of events. A sound that promised that the worst was yet to come.

Because of his distinguished and old bloodlines Eggsy had been required to have a front row seat, so to speak, for the ceremony. That and his height meant it was several stomach-churning moments before the crowds parted enough to reveal the maker of that evil laughter.

That werewolves were instinctively moving away from the woman said a lot, their revulsion and instinctual fear meaning that she became visible more quickly than she would have normally given the size of the crowd.

Eggsy didn't recognize her at all. Or that was his first thought, followed by the thought that there was something about her...

Despite the reactions to her Eggsy thought she must be human, given her unhealthy appearance. She looked...well to be fucking honest she looked like a fucking horror movie. Her long white hair had no shine and gave the suggestion that it had received minimum attention or care for months. The face was drawn, cheeks hollowed out, and she was deathly pale like she hadn't seen the sun in forever. Her body was thin and just as pale, the simple black dress she was wearing a stark contrast. A dress that was ripped slightly at one sleeve, and dirty. No shoes, jewelry, and the way people were recoiling from her-

"Amelia."

Though he'd whispered more than said it, Chester King's words were murmured by those closest to him to others, loud enough that the name began spreading through the crowds as understanding dawned.

As the pack realized that the woman making her way towards their current Alpha was none other than his younger sister. Born Amelia King, only to be stripped of that name for becoming pregnant out of wedlock. Mother of Lee Unwin, who had disappeared after her son's death.

Eggsy's paternal grandmother.

"Holy, fucking Hell." Addison breathed out, his older brother nodding in agreement. Too stunned to speak.

Those who looked to the current head of their pack for answers were met by the sight of Chester King looking sheet white, as pale as the wraith who was his sister coming towards him with single-minded focus.