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We Push

Combing his fingers through his damp hair Eggsy glanced over at the couch, his eyebrows rising at the sight of Ian McNab wearing a too big, very worn hoodie. A hoodie the younger man had most definitely not been wearing when Eggsy had last seen him. In fact, Eggsy's nose was pretty sure that that particular article of clothing belonged to his younger uncle, who was currently using the shower to wash away all the unwanted scents and body fluids from his body.

"I had blood on my shirt, so I asked to borrow his hoodie."

Since this was his Uncle Addy they were talking about Eggsy had to assume that the man in question had had an ulterior motive for the loan. Possibly just to make Merlin piss himself when Ian came home smelling of Addy. That was absolutely something his uncle would do for shits and giggles; the sadist.

Though thinking about scents-and blood-made Eggsy grimace as he was reminded of why they were all wearing new shirts and three of them had required showers. Aka the fact that the Egerton men's dress shirts and belts had gone missing from the club. Stolen by Uncle Addy's fans. Hell, they'd almost lost their trousers, things had gone so sideways at the end.

Eggsy was also feeling quite confident that he was going to have bloody nightmares about the whole thing. The way the people in the club had just gone barking mad at the end, stampeding the stage and throwing themselves at him and his uncles like wolves on wounded sheep. There'd been so fucking many of them. Hands grabbing at him, people screaming and crying like they were at a fucking One Direction concert-total madness, no question. It had been fucking hard to breathe, much less get away from the barmy gits. Especially since he'd had to use his hands to keep his trousers on his hips and not ripped off by someone. Bloody useless bouncers.

Actually, Eggsy was pretty sure one of the guys that had tackled Uncle Taron to the floor had been a bouncer.

Ian, thankfully, hadn't been hurt in the crush of surging crowds like a lot of other people had been. Though the stampeding and such had led to the blood Harry's godson had gotten on his shirt. The maternal might take after his father when it came to his chosen profession, but he was a healer's son and had leapt into the fray to help once he could get through. There'd been a lot of cuts, bruises, and even broken bones to contend with. A right fuck up, it had been.

Eggsy had had some training, as had Uncle Addy and Uncle Taron. Though finding people for Uncle Addy to treat had been hard since all the injured people had wanted his attention. Or should he say they'd all wanted to proposition the man, not let him set them to rights. Which Uncle Addy hadn't really been interested in doing anyway, since he figured the lot of them deserved it for being so fucking stupid.

It was making Eggsy a little nauseated, thinking of all the sexual favors he'd heard being offered. Not the acts themselves-he'd gotten some ideas, actually-but he just did not want to think about his Uncle Addy having sex, much less kinky, requiring choreography to pull off sex. Ever. Never, ever.

Eggsy had gotten plenty of offers of his own, of course. Just not nearly as many. Which he would have taken insult to, if he weren't so worried about what Harry was going to say when he found out that some random woman had bit him in his left pec.

Rubbing the area in question, Eggsy knew there was no chance of getting it by Harry. He had shite luck, after all. He was going to be in for it, he just knew it.

"Does the bite hurt? Do you want me to look at it?"

"Nah. Thanks, Bruv. It's fine. Just ain't lookin forward ta Harry's reaction, is all."

"That's fair. Uncle Harry will be pretty pissed off."

"Too right."

Sighing over that, Eggsy opted to change the subject and asked Ian if he wanted anything to drink while he was up. The stunning duplex apartment they were in belonged to Uncle Taron, and it was apparently stocked with the basics. They'd dropped in on the way home to shower and get new shirts. He was wearing one of Uncle Taron's.

Going home shirtless to Harry...would not have ended well.

Ian passed on the drink, Eggsy promising to be right back as he headed to the kitchen to get himself a couple glasses of water. He was seriously parched.

Naturally it took him a few minutes to find the glasses, then figure out how to make the fancy fridge's ice machine give him both cubes and water. The cold water felt bloody brilliant as it ran down his sore throat when Eggsy finally succeeded, making it all worth it. He'd done some serious yelling earlier, trying to get people the hell off him. And just to behave like fucking adults instead of ravenous hyenas.

That Uncle Addy could inspire people to acts of madness had not surprised Eggsy in the least. That the man had the voice of a sex god siren-fucking hell, that had been a shocker. It had been a good thing Uncle Addy had been singing lead, or Eggsy would have flubbed it hard the first couple of minutes of listening to him.

Stupid, fucking cat.

The only reason Uncle Addy had gone on stage with them was because earlier, while they'd been having dinner, some twat had sent Uncle Addy some piccies of the panther shifter he was hooked on exchanging saliva with some other bloke. Uncle Addy had pretended not to care, but it had been pretty fucking obvious he did. That's why Uncle Taron had suggested they go to that club, knowing it was their karaoke night.

Eggsy had been very confused as to why Uncle Taron thought that that would improve things and get Uncle Addy laid to take his mind off things. That is until his uncle had started to sing, and the masses had gone total Mad Hatter for him.

Uncle Addy definitely would have gotten laid tonight if it hadn't been for the stampeding riots and all.

As it was, Eggsy wasn't entirely sure the man wasn't getting laid, the way Ian kept shooting somewhat dreamy glances in his uncle's direction.

Fuck. He hoped not. Harry was already going to be seriously pissed off without Eggsy's uncle getting naked with Harry's godson.

What a fucking mess.

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Lucky for Eggsy-though not for Uncle Addy-they dropped Ian off outside his parents' place a half an hour later and then headed home. Harry had messaged him earlier, letting Eggsy know that he had Daisy, so they didn't have to worry about that. Hell, maybe the gods would take pity on him and both would be fast asleep by the time he got there. The bite would probably be gone by morning, right? Or he could sneak out of bed early, get dressed before Harry saw his chest. It could work. Maybe. Possibly.

Probably not.

Resigned to being lectured and possibly forced to sleep without Harry-which was so fucking unfair even if the whole PG rated stripping had been his idea-Eggsy headed up the steps to the front doors to face the music.

Uncle Taron got to the doors first though, taking care of the lock and opening the door for them. Being Uncle Taron, he gestured dramatically as he did so, pinwheeling his hand for added comedic effect.

Amused, Eggsy grinned at his uncle before stepping inside the house and into the front foyer that was lit up by a couple of lamps on nearby tables. He'd only taken a couple of steps across the threshold though before coming to a grinding halt, a cold shiver running up and down Eggsy's spine at the sight before him.

Since meeting Harry Eggsy had heard a lot about what it meant when one of them was in human form, but their eyes were wolf. How Vasic's eyes were always wolf, because he was feral. Harry's wolf had come into his eyes a few times since they'd met, mostly while they were shagging. The only other notable time had been when Harry was looking at Eggsy's mother before they'd sent her off to rehab. Just for a couple seconds, before Harry had reined in himself, his eyes had revealed just how much Harry's wolf hated Eggsy's mom.

The dim light made it clear, by the way the light reflected off Eggsy's mate's eyes, that Harry's eyes were currently wolf. They'd be amber, Eggsy knew. And as for why Harry's wolf was in his eyes now, well Eggsy had the bad feeling that he knew.

"Taron, Daisy is sleeping in your room for the night." Harry's voice was very even. Very controlled.

It really did not bode well for Eggsy's future.

"Ah. All right. Cheers."

Wow. Even Uncle Taron sounded a little unnerved. Impressive. Also, not a good sign.

"Taron, Addison, if you'll excuse us. Good night."

Addison, being Addison, saluted them and then walked away while humming what sounded suspiciously like a funeral march. Uncle Taron wished them both good night and then gave Eggsy a look of sympathy, which Eggsy silently thanked him for in his head, not daring to say it outloud or look away from Harry's wolf for a second.

He wanted to live, thank you very much.

Harry had messaged them, so Eggsy knew that Roxie had won the position in Kingsman earlier. So, unless King had found some archaic rule to reverse that and had somehow managed to give the position to that sniveling shite Hesketh, that wasn't why Harry was radiating 'feral' vibes. There hadn't been a threat to Eggsy's life lately, Daisy was fine, and if it was something pack related surely someone would have contacted one of his uncles about it. Ergo take those out of the equation, and that meant that the most likely reason Harry was fucking pissed was the most obvious. And playing dumb would not save his sorry hide.

Better to just own up to it and take his licks, Eggsy thought with a mental sigh of defeat. Though he probably wouldn't be lucky enough to be 'licked' tonight, that's for sure.

"In my defense, we only went topless. And that was only because Uncle Addy's exes-both of them-are as evil as he is. Maybe even worse than Uncle Addy, actually. He has shite taste in men."

"Exes?" Harry repeated, crossing his arms in front of him. He'd changed from the suit he'd been wearing earlier to jumper and casual trousers, which would have normally made him look cuddlier and harmless. Not currently, though.

"Yeah. See Uncle Addy got some piccies tonight of his kitty 'friend' snogging another bloke, and it depressed him big time. He just went all quiet, no cutting or nasty remarks for the rest of dinner. Something had to be done, obviously." Eggsy knew he was talking too fast but couldn't seem to stop. "Uncle Taron figured getting him laid would do the trick, only he didn't know that the club we went to was owned by one of Uncle Addy's exes too. And fuck does that one hold a grudge. "

"Though I'd imagine all of Uncle Addy's exes hold a grudge." Eggsy added when Harry continued to just stare at him for a solid minute or so. "And who'd have thought he'd have many, but Uncle Taron says he does. Which, now that I've heard the man sing, I get. Still say you'd have to be mental to take him on-but most of the world is. Just watch a bit of reality show on the telly, that's proof enough. The whole world's gone half mad, really. I blame-"

Harry interrupted. "Let's go back to the part where you decided it was a good idea to strip. In public. In a striptease."

Ah. Right.

"In my defense, we only did it to piss off Uncle Addy's ex after he gave us a Taylor Swift song as a joke pick. He was trying to pick a fight with us-and I knew we could make him suffer if we just-I swear we didn't take our trousers off."

Mostly, Eggsy thought but didn't say, because they'd all been going commando tonight.

"I've seen the video, Eggsy."

Fuck. There were videos of it online already? That was fucking fast.

And crap, that meant Harry knew that he and his uncles had briefly flashed the top half of their arses at the crowd at the end before hastily yanking their trousers back in place. That had been the final straw for the stampeders.

"If I promise never to do a striptease for anyone but you again-fuck. The bite."

"The bite." The way Harry bit off those two words sent more chills down Eggsy's spine.

In for a penny, in for a pound.

"One of the rioters bit me."

"Bit you."

Again, with the repeating.

"It's not that bad, really. And I'm up to date on my shots, just in case." Which reminded Eggsy that he needed to get more info about what diseases werewolves could and couldn't get.

Now was not the time though.

Every step feeling momentous and foreboding, Harry walked oh so casually towards Eggsy while inquiring as to just where Eggsy had been bitten, exactly.

The smart-arse remark that Harry was welcome to strip him and find it popped into Eggsy's brain, but thankfully said brains hadn't been scrambled that badly earlier. Wisely, he just pointed.

The growl that escaped Harry's throat made it clear that nope, that hadn't been the right answer either.

And Eggsy had perhaps a moment to wonder how he could have broken the news better before suddenly finding himself slung over Harry's shoulder in a fireman's hold. The man had moved so fast Eggsy hadn't even seen him do it. Just one breath he was looking Harry in the eye and the next he was looking at Harry's very fuckable arse.

A view he'd very much appreciate, if he weren't looking at it upside down. While being very quickly carried up a flight of stairs by a very angry wolf who obviously wasn't giving his human side much of a say as to what was going to happen next.

Call him mad, but Eggsy was betting this wasn't going to end with a sexy spanking.

Thinking to placate Eggsy again promised never, ever to sexy strip for anyone but Harry ever again. And said he was sorry. And was prepared to grovel however Harry deemed fit. He'd accept his punishment without a whimper of protest, honest.

Harry stated that there would be plenty of whimpering under his breath, Eggsy's ears just catching it.

Fuck. That could be very bad. Very good was probably too much to hope for.

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Thankfully Eggsy didn't have long to think about his possible punishments before Harry got them to his bedroom and closed the door behind them. Which is to say kicked it closed, which human Harry would never do. Yup. The wolf was definitely still in control here. Eggsy's stomach rolled unpleasantly when he was suddenly put back on his feet, Eggsy wobbling for a moment and grabbing on to Harry's shoulders for support as he got his equilibrium back. Though only for a breath or two before he found himself being crowded up against the door, Harry's gaze holding his with such intensity that Eggsy felt his own wolf rise to the surface, possibly even showing in his eyes too.

Not saying a word Harry's hands fisted into Eggsy's borrowed shirt and did a combination of both yanking open and shredding the shirt, Eggsy feeling a hint of Harry's claws against his abdomen as the material parted. There were also hints of red scratches there as well, which Eggsy took note of in a daze while also watching pieces of material float to the ground when Harry let them go. Discarding them so that he could instead lift one hand up to trace a single clawed finger over the bite mark on Eggsy's chest.

Inhaling sharply, Eggsy opened his mouth to again make it clear that he didn't even know the name of the woman who'd bit him-though on second thought that might make it worse-when Harry's free hand was suddenly gripping his chin in a borderline painful grip.

"You. Are. Mine. And no one...is allowed to mark you."

Eggsy's wolf immediately growled in agreement with that in Eggsy's head. And possibly outloud, though that was still probably a better answer for Harry's wolf than anything Eggsy could have said.

Doubly so since Eggsy's brain had just realized something, and it was really, really impossible to think about anything else now.

When he and Uncle Taron had talked about what to expect when it came to Eggsy courting Harry his uncle had warned Eggsy that there was regular sex, and then there was 'your wolves are in control' fucking. Uncle Taron had warned Eggsy-multiple times- to make sure, early in his courtship, to keep his wolf on a leash in the bedroom. Had told him that it would be dangerous to do otherwise, as the wolf would not be interested in kissing and touching, or foreplay at all. The wolf would only be interested in fucking Harry's brains out and claiming him. Marking and mating him.

Eggsy had just enough time to grin wide enough to split his face before Harry's amber eyes flashed right before he pounced, his mouth slamming against Eggsy's hard enough to split his lip instead.

Fuck yeah.