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Smell Like You

"-so the crazy bastard actually thinks that it would be a good idea to basically force billions of people to erupt into uncontrollable rage and wipe each other out! Not that the world wouldn't be better off with a lot of its human inhabitants gone, I mean that's a given, but it's the principle of the point. Especially given the rich and influential people he'd decided deserved to live. Bastard gobshite. I mean the man dresses like a rich white twat trying to look like a black gangster in the nineties. And with a lisp too, which just made it all that much more bizarre. Fucking ridiculous was what it was. So of course the bloke I was with told him he was fucking mad, which is when Valentine says that we'll both be locked up until it's over so that we can't tell anyone that he's crazier than a shithouse rat, as Grandad used to say. So I broke his nose and he's crying and throwing up everywhere because apparently the tosser can't abide the sight of blood, go figure, and then his evil henchwoman with legs out of a Bond movie comes hurling at me like a fucking banshee. And prosthetics my perfect arse. More like misshapen swords. So she and I go at it a bit and I have to take her out seeing as she wasn't a pansy like her boss. Waste of a gorgeous woman, let me tell you. After that I knocked Valentine out and then dealt with the rest of his staff that tried to fuck with us, in the process discovering that that missing Swedish princess, the one with the lovely arse you see all the time in the magazines, is being held captive downstairs. Valentine was on his way to take her to the bunker he was going stash us in too. So I go down and get her loose of course, and she's so thankful for my help she plants one on me and then suggests that perhaps I'd like to become more intimately acquainted, so she can thank me properly. And I'm in the process of explaining that I'm actually sleeping with the man I'm with at the moment, and said something like 'I'd love to take you up on that sometime but-', and never get to finish the sentence because Simon up and punched me in the nose for cheating on him right to his face. So I dumped him then and there and now have the delightful Princess Tilde's number programed into my phone. That's how I ended up with the broken nose."

And such was Eggsy's introduction to Taron Egerton as he and Harry, who was carrying Daisy at the moment, walked down the hallway towards the stairs, able to hear every word thanks to their enhanced hearing.

"So that's how you got the black eyes, now what the hell are you doing here?" Addison demanded to know. "I told you I could handle this."

"I'll wait until the boy's here to explain, but it's not a reflection on you, Addy, so quit huffing and puffing. I assume this house was built solid enough that you can't knock it down."

"I hate you."

"Oh come on, that was funny. We're wolves, aren't we?"

"I'm telling Hart you think him a pig."

"He can hear us, you know. And unlike you, brother dear, he has a sense of humor."

Having reached the staircase with a chuckling Harry at his side Eggsy looked down to the first floor and his grandfather. Even with the bruised eyes he was still good looking, which sure as fuck boded well for him since they were all but identical save for the years between them and the fact that his grandad's hair was a reddish brown threaded through with silver at the temples.

"You look even more like me in person. Hello, Eggsy."

"Hi." Starting down the stairs Eggsy focused on breathing in his grandfather's scent, which reminded him of hot milk chocolate with a hint of spice. Like a chili pepper. And the scent…it made him feel protective and sorta comforted which made no sense seeing as-oh. Could his grandfather be a maternal dominant like Harry?

Once he was down the stairs his grandad left his brother side and asked if he might be permitted to hug him. Appreciating that the man had asked first, this was their first meeting after all, Eggsy said yes and was immediately pulled into a big bear hug that should have felt awkward as hell, but didn't in the slightest. It was rather like being wrapped up in your favorite quilt, he'd imagine. He felt warm, safe, and completely comfortable even though he didn't really know the man at all. His wolf was very happy too.

Pulling back after a minute or two Taron beamed at him. Though there was sadness there too, in his eyes. "Definitely an Egerton. And a King as well, which is a combination no one thought we'd smell anytime soon." The smile became a much darker frown. "If only he'd looked more like us, so we'd have known Lee was an Egerton as well. How things might have been different."

"Did she tell ya he wasn't yours?" Eggsy was willing to give his grandfather some benefit of the doubt, especially since he had grown up in a neighborhood where the question of paternity could be a tricky thing.

"An excellent question, the answer being part of the reason I'm here. And I'm sorry, Eggsy, but I have to pause a moment to ask…the lovely child in Harry's arms is your sister, correct? And she's teething?"

Definitely a maternal dominant. "Yeah, she is."

"The swollen cheeks and drool rather give it away."

Coming over like a heat seeking missile Taron leaned in and smiled at Daisy. "She'll make an excellent addition to our family as well, won't you, our darling girl?" Reaching out Taron stroked a hand over Daisy's head, the little girl looking back at him all big eyed and slightly miserable. "Poor mite. I of course don't remember teething, but anything involving teeth at all…ugh. Awful pain. I assume you have something cold set aside for her to chew on, Harry? I'd suggest giving it to her soon."

"Why don't you take her and head into the dining room so we can discuss the situation and your presence. I'll go get the soother."

"Excellent." Beaming again Taron quite happily took Daisy and settled her against his chest like he'd been doing it for decades. "Hello there, Precious One. Good morning."

"You and babies." Addison rolled his eyes at his brother.

"You're the odd one." His brother shot right back before asking Eggsy if he could lead them to the dining room.

"Sure. This way. Harry gave me a bit of a tour so I'd know where things were." Leading the way it occurred to Eggsy that he was once again instinctively trusting someone who was basically a stranger to him with the wellbeing of his sister. Though he'd be worried if it was Addison carrying her so it might just be the whole maternal dominant thing. Weird.

Of course it could also be because his great uncle was an arse as well.

But showing that he wasn't a complete arse all the time Addison did pull out a chair for his brother to sit in since Eggsy's grandfather's hands were otherwise occupied. The two brothers sat side by side while Eggsy opted to sit across from his grandfather, thinking Harry could take the seat beside him.

Harry came in just as they were settling into their seats, the maternal dominant tossing the soother to the other maternal who deftly caught it and popped it into Daisy's mouth for her to start sucking on enthusiastically.

While Taron fussed and fawned over her Harry did as Eggsy had hoped and came around the table to take a seat beside him.

"So start explaining, then. We do have to eat and get shoes for your grandson before the meeting."

"Actually he's not my grandson."

While Eggsy absorbed that both Harry and Addison demanded to know what he meant.

"Well at first I figured that you'd been so drunk off your arse that you forgot sleeping with Chester's sister, Little Brother. You aren't one to stint on owning up to your responsibilities so that was the most logical conclusion I could come up with when you called me. Though I did wonder how much you had to drink to think that could possibly be a good idea."

"I wouldn't have touched her that way to save my own life."

"Quite." Taron gave Eggsy's an apologetic look. "And I do apologize for the aspersions we're casting on your grandmother's character, Eggsy. However in all honesty, and most who knew her then would agree, she was a spoiled, selfish, and very unpleasant teenager to be around. Having your father and the changes that brought to her life very much made a decent woman out of her. And you also have to understand that the Kings and Egertons are very much like the Capulets and Montagues. Or the Potters and Malfoys to be more current. Our families haven't enjoyed each other's company in decades."

Eggsy nodded that he understood while wondering if the other men thought he wouldn't know who the Montagues and Capulets were. Probably. Not that he would have missed out if he hadn't had to read it in school. It was a stupid play. He didn't care what anyone had to say on the matter. Greatest love story of all time his pale, British arse.

Taron's next words pulled Eggsy's thoughts back towards the matter at hand.

"Anyway, as I was saying, I was going to take the blame since we know I'd get off easier and people like me a hell of a lot more than you, Addy, but then I decided you couldn't have been that stupid. But he is the spitting image of me, and I can smell us on him well enough even under Hart's scent."

The wink Taron aimed in Harry's direction made the other man glare back at him, though Eggsy's noted that Harry's cheeks were just a little red.

"Well thanks so much for not thinking me a complete nitwit. Now out with it. Some of us have better things to do that listen to you."

"And he is an Egerton." Harry added before Addison could grumble some anymore, motioning towards Eggsy with his left hand.

"Yes. But if you actually think about it there's a much more logical culprit who isn't currently in this room. And has in fact been dead for decades at this point."

The two Egerton brothers shared a look. That was all it took.

"Oh, fuck. Father."

"Precisely."

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Harry felt rather like a fool for not thinking of Terrance Egerton in the first place. Because at the end of the day the former head of the Egerton family was far more likely to sleep with Amelia King than either of his then teenage sons.

Terrance Egerton had been hopelessly in love with Amelia's mother, the two a couple when they were young. The former, at least, had thought her his mate. But as was too often the case among the upper classes and those who wanted to climb higher within it Amelia's mother had chosen the power and prestige of being the future alpha's mate over young love. Terrance had never gotten over it. Out of family duty he'd eventually gotten married and had his two sons, but no one was surprised when the woman had left him after only six years of marriage to return to her pack in Wales. They'd been miserable together. After the divorce Terrance had taken to catting around with all the pack's young beauties, possibly in part so that he could throw that in his former lover's face as she got older and her former beauty faded. And as horrible and twisted as it was Amelia King had looked a great deal like her mother…and both her daughter and her former lover had been the type back then to have relished an affair that would have been the ultimate 'fuck you' to the King family as it were.

Lee would have been an accident of course, and to give Terrance some small credit Harry imagined that had the man lived long enough to find out he had another son he'd have stepped up and taken responsibility for his actions. Unfortunately the man had died a few weeks after what Harry would estimate was Lee's conception. A brain aneurysm.

Turning his attention back to the conversation going on Harry listened as what he'd been thinking was basically summarized for Eggsy, whose face made it clear none of this thrilled him. And who could blame him.

"So just ow old was he when he got my nineteen year old grandmother up the duff?"

"Old enough to know better. And to be her father, obviously, though she was a little older than both Addy and I if that makes you feel any better."

"Not really, no. Not when my dad's conception was pretty much their version of a 'fuck you' to the King family." The look on Eggsy's face had Harry reaching over to give his shoulder a squeeze. While thinking it a bit eerie that their thoughts had so aligned.

"And now we don't have to worry about King setting William on you. Bet you're relieved about that, Big Brother." There was something off about the way Addison said it that had Harry's ears instinctively perking up a little even though he couldn't have said why.

"Bloodshed before the new alpha is announced would be bad, yes." Was Taron's cool reply.

"Though it would be interesting to see which one of you would have come out on top in the end."

Taron smirked over at his brother. "Really, Addy. I always top these days. That's why Eggsy's our only heir."

Eggsy snickered at that, while Addison gave his brother a dark look.

Taron gave his brother one last smirk and then turned his gaze back to Eggsy, his expression softening as he continued to rub Daisy's back in soothing circles. "Our father…well he was no prize as a father, and probably wouldn't have been all that great a grandfather either. But you are getting an amazing uncle out of this at least. And you will learn, eventually, to love Addy as I do. He grows on you like fungus."

In one smooth move Taron ducked under the hand Addison brought up with the intention of smacking his brother upside the head. And then successfully elbowed his brother in the side in turn while still holding Daisy securely in his other arm.

"Oi! Watch the sister or Harry will have ta scrape ya both off the wall like fungus."

Taron apologized immediately while Addison just looked grumpy. Which was standard for him and not worth commenting on.

"Might I suggest we head out and get some breakfast?" Harry interjected before the two could start squabbling again. The Egerton brothers were actually quite close despite their opposite personalities, with Taron downright feral when it came to his little brother. But big brothers did love to pick on their younger brothers, and if he didn't keep them in check they'd be at it all morning. "There's a lovely café by Kingsman tailors, as you two can attest, and then afterwards we can get Eggsy's some proper Oxfords and go from there time wise."

"Still boycotting brogues I see."

"Till my dying breath." Harry shot Taron a warning look as they all got up from the table and then gave Eggsy one that hopefully conveyed the fact that he was not, under any circumstances, to allow his uncle to talk him into buying brogues. The boy didn't know any better and he would not have Eggsy starting off on the wrong fashion foot. No pun intended.

"Oxfords, not brogues. Got it." Eggsy even saluted him for emphasis, the cheeky little bugger.

Coming around the table Taron made a funny face at Daisy and then reluctantly handed her over when Harry held out his arms to take her back. He understood the expression completely, as he and Taron had more in common than the fact that they were both maternals. While both of them were still young enough to have children, technically, they were generally considered confirmed bachelors who were never likely to have mates or a proper family of their own. Most people didn't understand why that was since both of them had had their pick of suitors in their days on top of the fact that they both very much wanted children. They just weren't willing to be single parents. And neither of them had ever found the someone they wanted to spend the rest of their lives with and weren't willing to settle for less than that.

"Speaking of shoes, I assume the ones with wings by Harry's front door are yours, Eggsy?"

Taron waited for Eggsy nod before stating that he absolutely had to have a pair. Where had he got them?

"You are far too old to wear those trainers."

"You're only as old as you feel, Addy. Which is why I'm as young as Eggsy and you're positively ancient."

"Says the wolf old enough to be wounded by a human twice in one day."

"Oi. Simon took me by surprise, I'll admit, but that woman had bladed Flex Foot Cheetahs on for Christ sakes. I'm lucky she only grazed rather than skewered, human or not."

"And was the wound properly seen to by a professional?" Harry asked, already knowing the answer to the question. An aversion to medical treatment was something else the two of them had in common.

"I took care of it."

"So in other words we should drop in on Rachel before or after the meeting. Since you will need to be in tip top shape to help Addison and I train Eggsy over the coming month."

Taron opened and then closed his mouth, now looking as grumpy as his brother. "Fine."