Disclaimer: As always I own nothing but the original characters and the situations all characters end up in. Everything else belongs to someone else, and that's the way of it.

We Start To Dance

Eggsy was well aware that he smelled of Harry, thank ya very much. In fact the majority of his brain was focused on that fact rather than all the other things he knew he should be thinking about at the moment. But how the fuck was he supposed to focus on anything when every inch of him smelled like Harry? Hell, from the top of his head past the borrowed clothes to his feet Eggsy's wolf could smell the maternal dominant all over him. And he fucking loved it. Loved Harry's scent with a strength that would have frightened Eggsy if not for the whole being horny as fuck thing. Though the whole wanting to cover Harry in his own scent was a little weird. Especially how he wanted ta go about doing that. He was really hoping that that was a wolf thing.

And what the fuck was up with that, anyway? His wolf had never shown any interesting in shagging anyone before. More like the fucking opposite. How tightly he'd had ta leash his wolf so he could get some had varied depending on the person, but never had the contrary thing wanted someone. Hungered for it. And now he wanted ta claim Harry, and in ways that Eggsy really hoped was normal for wolves and not just a really kinky side of himself he hadn't been aware of till now.

The smirk his great uncle gave him had Eggsy thinking that the old man had some idea what thoughts were going through Eggsy's head at the moment and found them amusing. And fuck him, seriously. Fucking cockblocker. He'd totally been on his way ta talkin his way into Harry's pants and bed until the other man had showed up. And didn't it just figure that he finally got more family and they either wanted ta kill him or cockblock him. Bastards.

But Eggsy managed to hold his temper for the moment as he asked why the fuck they hadn't known who his granddad was if you could tell who someone belonged to by scent.

Harry and Gawain both grimaced at the question.

"Your grandmother was sent away when it was discovered she was in the family way. She was allowed back when the boy was nearly a year old, and by that point…well she'd fucked him up good."

"What Gawain means is she arranged for your father's scent to be neutralized. Eradicated so no one would know smelling him that he was wolf, much less who his father was. It was one of the man reasons he never fit into the pack, I'm afraid. He didn't smell like one of us."

"You can do that? Can't I do that so King doesn't try and kill me?"

"No one knows how she did it." Gawain informed him without an ounce of sympathy for Eggsy's situation. Though given the man's abrasive personality Eggsy supposed the man was wanted dead by most everyone who met him. Who could blame them?

"So I'm fucked, then."

"No. I won't let anything happen to you."

Turning his head Eggsy met Harry's gaze, the chemistry between them flaring up so that both their wolves were in their eyes as the scents of their desire for the other started to fill their noses and lungs.

Gawain snorted at them both. "Well if the looks and scent weren't confirmation enough, there's the thinking with your dick to confirm you're his. Taron has the same problem."

Narrowing his eyes Eggsy was about to tell the fucker what he thought of that when Harry's hands came up to cup the back of his neck, squeezing lightly in what was probably meant in warning but distracted Eggsy solely because it was skin to skin contact. And he wanted that more than he wanted anything else.

"Got yourself another one, Hart. This should be interesting." Gawain smirked at them knowingly. "Hart's been chased by just about every eligible male dominant in the United Kingdom. And plenty from around the world as well. None of them have managed to stay in his bed for long though. If they even manage to get that far. Most don't."

"Thank you so much for adding the disclaimer, Addison." Harry's tone and the look he sent Eggsy's great uncle made it clear he and Eggsy were on the same page when it came to the old man. Which was that he'd be a fuck ton more likeable stuffed and mounted on a wall somewhere.

"Turned him down hard, didn't ya?" Eggsy asked the man, jerking his head in Gawain's direction.

"Oh please."

"I'm not his type. Nor he mine, obviously." Harry actually shuddered just a little at the thought, which Eggsy liked. Until it occurred to him that his great uncle had suggested that his grandfather might just be the man whore type. And Harry was…Harry.

"Ya didn't date my granddad, did ya?" Because that might be a deal breaker. He wasn't sure. Eggsy had never expected to be in this situation. Shagging a man who'd already shagged his granddad…

Harry gave his neck another squeeze, hints of both amusement and complete understanding in his voice. "He and a cousin of my mine 'dated' when they were younger. Selena is like a sister to me so no."

Eggsy didn't even bother to sigh in relief. Cause yeah, shagging someone who'd made it with someone that closely related to you was just asking for trouble. Especially if all parties were still alive like in this case. Assuming Harry's cousin was still around.

"Your mum would have maimed him too." Gawain agreed with a knowing nod.

"Am I going ta run in ta a lot of his exes in the pack?"

The look Harry and Gawain made it clear that yes, yes he would.

"Once your head is off the chopping block, at least for the time being, I'll give you a list."

The way Harry's fingers flexed around Eggsy's neck felt involuntarily. Like he didn't like the idea of Eggsy needing that list one little bit.

Excellent.

Making a dismissive sound, though Eggsy noted that his great uncle's eyes remained on the fingers Harry had placed around Eggsy's neck, Gawain turned his attention back to Harry. "I'll go and get the suits for tomorrow from the car and then come back in and transform. You all should turn in. Especially if you plan to do more than sleep. Which you better be quiet about."

"If ya can be quiet ya ain't doin it right, Uncle Addy." Eggsy drawled out while inwardly fuming over the fact that yeah, Harry was so not gonna let him into his bed while his uncle was around to hear them. Because there would be a lot of noise when he did get Harry right where he wanted him. A hell of a lot.

"Maybe I should let King kill you."

"Are you suggesting a King could beat an Egerton in a fight?" Harry shot back.

"Fuck that. Though the PUP there would probably make King Jr a nice chew toy till he's properly trained." Gawain tacked on nastily.

"Wanna go a few rounds before turnin in, Uncle?"

"Taron won't let me." The grimace those words brought suggested that whatever Taron had threatened him with was even worse than the idea of admitting that his brother had the power to force him to do things he didn't want to do.

"Gawain, go get your things, please. Then we'll lock up for the night and get the sleep we'll all need for tomorrow. Especially since Daisy is about to pass out in Eggsy's arms, which is for the best."

"She'll be up cause of her teeth soon enough. She's right loud and teethin." Eggsy informed his great uncle with his fakest look of sympathy.

If looks could kill.

The feel of Harry's fingers leaving his neck had Eggsy grumbling in annoyance, his wolf snarling inside his head over it. His wolf also took a keen interest in making sure that Gawain did not touch his Harry as both men walked over to the door, related be damn. But there was no touching and Gawain went out the door and returned again moments later with two suit bags and a tote bag that Eggsy assumed held the rest of the posh stuff he'd need come morning.

"Two suits?" Harry asked.

"One's for the pup for tomorrow. One of Taron's."

"Oh. Thanks."

The man's statement that Eggsy wasn't to mention it sounded like an order.

Harry locked up behind the man and then showed him where he could put his things while Eggsy stayed close by with a half asleep Daisy still cradled in his arms. She was so worn out that even the presence of the scary, grumpy old man Eggsy was related to wasn't enough to keep her awake.

When the old man in question started to disrobe in preparation of changing Eggsy deliberately put himself in position to block Harry's view of the man even though it meant having Gawain at his back. Which his wolf definitely didn't like, though he wasn't as freaked out over it as Eggsy would have expected. Maybe on some level the wolf knew that this was one relative that probably wouldn't kill him. Even if he wanted to.

The look Harry gave him was one of quiet amusement.

"You'll get used to public nudity once in a pack. You don't look or stare, obviously, as that would be rude. But it's a way of life for us."

"Be hard not ta do either when it's you."

Eggsy wasn't quite sure how to interpret the look Harry gave him in turn, but it definitely wasn't a 'hell no', so he grinned in return. And this being the first time he and his wolf had ever agreed when it came to sex, well…there was no fucking way he wasn't going to do whatever it took ta get his man.

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Harry didn't get much in the way of sleep that night. And it wasn't the possibility of being attacked or even Daisy's occasional crying before Eggsy managed to soothe her back to sleep throughout the night that had kept him all but wide awake the whole night through. No, it was the fact that he'd wanted nothing more than to strip down to his skin, walk the too short distance to the guest room Eggsy was currently in, and get into the bed to demand that Eggsy follow through on all the silent promises he'd made with his eyes earlier that had been the problem. That he had had to keep reminding himself that Daisy was also in that room was almost as lowering as the fact that that was literally the only thing keeping him in his own bed instead of Eggsy's. Because his wolf hadn't given a fuck that Gawain would hear them or that a death squad might be sent to take them out. Even the fact that Eggsy was young enough to be his son and a cradle robber was not something he'd ever had on his relationship resume had phased his wolf in the slightest.

Taron would probably give him a thumbs up of approval just because that was the sort of man he was.

Getting up to shower when he couldn't stand to lie around in bed a moment longer, which was a sacrilegious thought for him to have as he loved his bed just that much, Harry threw on a robe and then headed for the bath to start getting ready for the day.

By the time he'd showered, brushed his teeth, and done his business Harry was feeling slightly more humane, though the fact that Eggsy was waiting outside was a jolt and temptation he really didn't need, strung out as he was. That the boy had a still sleeping Daisy cuddled up against his bare chest made the boy only more appealing, perverse as that was.

The slow look over Eggsy gave him had Harry barely resisting the urge to look himself over to make sure his red robe was covering everything that it should.

"So did she keep ya up or me?"

Not about to answer that on the grounds that it would incriminate him Harry settled for asking if Eggsy had slept well.

"Nah. You kept me up too." The grin the boy sent him was positively wicked. "Mornin."

"Behave. And good morning, Eggsy."

In one smooth moment of pure grace Eggsy moved in so that suddenly they were almost chest to chest, Daisy effortless moved up to rest over Eggsy's broad shoulder to keep her from being squished between them in a blink.

"Sure you want me to behave, Harry?"

"Give me Daisy and then go get ready, please."

"Ain't never worn a fancy suit before. Maybe you should help me."

"I am not a morning person, Eggsy. Don't push me."

Looking far more amused than worried, and Harry made a mental note to do something about that when he was more awake, Eggsy handed his sister over without further protest and then gave Harry a wink before heading into the room Harry had just vacated.

Definitely related to Taron Egerton.

Not trusting Eggsy farther than he could throw the boy, which was actually pretty far as he had superb upper body strength, Harry hurried back to his room and settling Daisy on his bed quickly shed the robe and started pulling on clothes for the day with a great deal more speed and urgency than he would usually demonstrate. Just in case.

But Eggsy showed common sense by not trying to burst in on him while he was dressing, and in fact went straight back to his room to get dressed after washing up, which Harry appreciated. Sort of. Either way he was full dressed by the time Eggsy knocked at his door, Daisy also somewhat awake though not trying to crawl around yet, which Harry also appreciated as he lopped his tie around his neck.

"Enter."

Fuck. He should have been mentally preparing himself for the sight of Eggsy in a suit.

The expertly tailored suit in question was a little big on the boy in terms of the shirt and jacket, but the rest of it made it quite clear that Eggsy had more in common with his grandfather than just looks. Though really, once Eggsy started to eat regularly and properly Harry had no doubt the boy would fill out the elegant grey suit he was wearing to perfection.

"I can't get these, what cha me call em, cuff thingies in right."

"Cufflinks. Give them here."

"Thanks."

The way Eggsy looked at the tie still hanging around Harry's neck made it clear the boy was thinking of the ways he could be using that tie. None of which involved it's actual purpose. Dammit.

Ergo Harry thought it wise to order Eggsy to keep an eye on Daisy to make sure she didn't fall out of his bed while he dealt with the cuffs.

A good brother Eggsy immediately turned his attention to looking around Harry to make sure his currently not crying or asleep sister stayed right where Harry had put her. Though once Harry had the first cuff done Eggsy did send Harry a telling look that suggested that he was going to behave, but only for a little while longer.

Refusing to acknowledge that look, they had more important things to worry about at the moment, Harry focused on the last cufflink right up until a distraction he needed to acknowledge reached his ears.

Together they both turned their heads in the direction of balcony attached to Harry's bedroom in perfect unison. A car, one with a powerful, purring engine, was coming in their direction. A little faster than was needed from the sounds of it.

Eggsy immediately went over to scoop up Daisy and then followed after Harry to the balcony windows to look out at the black sports car that had just come to a stop in front of Harry's home. "Now that's a fucking beast!"

"That is your grandfather's 2015 Porsche Boxster." Harry informed him drily. "And what have I told you about swearing in front of your sister?"

The look on Eggsy's face was like a child at Christmas. "Do ya think he'd let me drive it?"

"Well he does have twenty two years of missed birthdays and Christmases to make up for. I would say it's reasonable to assume your chances are good." Especially since Taron was very much the spoiling type when it came to people he cared about.

Eggsy's whoop of glee was adorable.

And as they watched the car door opened and out slid the man himself.

Only because he'd observed and studied under Taron Egerton's tutelage did Harry note that the older man wasn't quite moving with his usual fluidity. Most wouldn't have seen anything in the way he got out of the car and stood, but there was just something in the way that he held himself that had Harry speculating that the man had recently been injured in some manner.

And as they looked at him Taron turned his head and looked up at them.

Despite the fact that the man was less than six months away from reaching his sixtieth birthday Taron looked like a man nearly two decades younger and acted significant younger than that. The former characteristic was common for their kind, as after thirty their aging process slowed down significantly. And like Eggsy's Taron had a young, impish looking face to begin with, though the man was currently wearing aviators that hide his eyes and laugh lines from view.

"Is his face bruised?"

"Good eye. And yes, I think it is." It wasn't easy to see thanks to the sunglasses, but Harry was fairly sure Taron had two black eyes behind the lens and probably a recently broken nose. What injuries the suit the man was wearing hid…well that could explain the way he'd moved as he inclined his head in acknowledgement before heading for the front door.