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.

Say, Boy

In the end they decided that it would be for the best if they actually skipped the café near Kingsman given that it was in their best interest to keep Chester King in the dark about Eggsy's existence and lineage for as long as possible. They didn't want the bastard ready with some trumped up charge or loophole when before the meeting had even started. They needed the element of surprise on their side. So instead they opted to visit a dining establishment not far from Harry's neighborhood, one that wasn't patronized by other members of their pack to the best of his knowledge. And breakfast went very much as Harry expected it to with Addison concentrating on his meal while Taron and Eggsy got along like a house on fire as they got to know each other. Daisy's teeth, thankfully, cooperated enough so that the child was happy enough to be passed between the three of them so that they all had a chance to eat their breakfast before it went cold. She was quite content to snuggle against their chests while chewing away on her teething ring like a champ.

Wisely no one even broached the subject of Addison holding the newest young member of his family.

Knowing Taron as he did Harry wasn't surprised at the questions the older man didn't ask Eggsy, the older man having no doubt read up on the boy on his way here. So the majority of the questions were about general things like Eggsy's favorite types of music, movies, pastimes, etc etc. Taron was thrilled to hear that the boy was skilled at parkour, and Harry just join Addison in shaking his head when the former asked the latter to teach him.

"You'll wind up breaking your bloody neck."

"See how he worries about me? Isn't it precious?"

"Are these two always like this?" Eggsy wanted to know, looking back and forth between his uncles.

"I'm afraid so, yes. So you better get used to it, particularly if you opt to live with them on the family estate." Which was more likely than Eggsy and Daisy remaining with Harry at his home now that Taron was in the picture. Provided that the head of the Egerton family meant to stick around for the next month or so. The man did have a powerful case of wanderlust after all, and never spent more than a few weeks in England every year. But given the high likelihood Chester King was going to try and kill Eggsy Harry imagined the man would be willing to suck it up and stick around for at least a month. Afterwards…

"The original plan was for me ta stay with you though." The big eyed look Eggsy gave Harry was rather reminiscent of a puppy begging to be allowed into bed to cuddle. Only Harry was fairly certain it wasn't cuddling Eggsy was interested in doing.

Taron's knowing chuckle made it clear he thought the same.

"Let them stay with Hart. We'll have our hands full enough, what with the spanner this throws into the works."

"Out of sight, out of mind, as it were." Eggsy nodded in agreement, the smile he aimed in Harry's direction silently pushing Harry to agree that they shouldn't deviate from the original plan.

Taron gave his brother a quelling look. "Might I point out that there are some variables to be discussed before their living arrangements can be accurately debated, Little Brother? Such as the likelihood that Daisy will be remaining in Eggsy's custody, and the question of what is to be done about their mother." A moment for that to sink in before Taron's gaze retuned to Eggsy. "I understand from the brief bio I was sent that Michelle isn't married to Daisy's father, and that he's not…husband or father material. That is correct?"

"Understatement of the year, Bruv."

"Uncle Taron or just Taron will do. If we were brothers…well how would that-nevermind. The point is that she's the widow of our brother as well as your mother, and therefore we have a duty to remove her from the bad situation she is currently in and see that she's taken care of. Provided of course that she is willing and wants to leave him. Eggsy?"

"She'll leave im. She's only with im cause he ain't the type ya can just walk away from without payin for it. And she made me swear on Da's grave not ta take matters into my own hands there. She was worried I wouldn't be able ta stop at just a maiming. She weren't wrong to think so."

All of them silently agreed that Eggsy probably would have killed the man once the blood started flowing, and were thankfully that at least in this Michelle Unwin had shown good sense.

"All right then, we'll get the meeting done and over with and then we'll go and retrieve your mother. After spending time in Chester's company I'll be in the mood for knocking heads, so really it works out quite nicely." Taron cracked his knuckles with a feral grin on his face for emphsis.

"Oi, you'll be takin it easy, Uncle. And ya got ta let this Rachel woman look ya over. Harry said."

"Yeah, Old Man. You can leave the little fucker to me while you're get patched up and coddled."

"You do recall that we're only a year apart, don't you, LITTLE Brother?"

"Eyesight going as well?" Addison shot back, holding his palm flat above his head. Calling attention, obviously, to the fact that he was taller than his older brother.

"Brat."

"Baby."

"Gentlemen. We're in public." And he was having to use his parent voice on two men older than himself while Eggsy snickered at the lot of them. Talk about ridiculous.

"Fine. Though I am perfectly capable of giving this Baker fellow a sound thrashing even with this pathetic little scratch of mine. Which, as you'll recall, I already saw to myself. And I've been patching myself up for decades, as both Addy and Hart can attest to." Taron made a face. "Though you should only believe about ten percent of the stories they'll tell you about me. Just so we're clear on that."

Addison snorted in disbelief, the derisive look he aimed at his older brother added emphasis.

Which caused his brother to elbow him in the side in brotherly retaliation. "Don't malign me to our nephew. And keep in mind that I know plenty of stories to tell about you if retribution must be made. And you too, Hart, for that matter."

"I don't recall anything you might use against me."

A raised eyebrow. "You sure about that?"

Given how hard he'd work to block out certain aspects of his teenage years, which Taron had possibly been around to witness…perhaps not.

"There we go."

"Oh come on. I want ta hear the stories."

"I'll tell you plenty when they're not around." Addison stated, because of course he would. "I don't give a shite what they tell you about me."

"Thanks, Uncle Addy. You're all right."

Since it really did go without saying that Addison didn't give a flying fuck what anyone thought of him, the man seemed to enjoy alienating people for life, Harry was curious as to what Taron's next move would be. To say his brother had plenty of stories he could tell that Taron would rather remain untold was no doubt a massive understatement. And right now Taron would be very concerned with making the best impression he could on his surprise nephew.

"Your Uncle Addy should keep in mind that your mother and infant sister could be housed in his wing of the house since it's technically MY house in the first place. Especially since I hardly live there, and therefore keeping my side heated as well would be a waste of resources."

Mentally Harry applauded. Well played.

Addison's glare made that clear. "Bastard."

"Wait, there's wings on your house?"

While Addison stewed Taron regaled Eggsy with all that their family home had to offer him, including an indoor pool, killer game room, and extensive grounds to run on while in wolf form. The family had sold off their London estate decades ago, no need to keep it, but they owned real estate that they could stay in if Eggsy would rather remain in the city. And obviously recalling Eggsy love for his car Taron took great delight in telling Eggsy what other cars could be found in their garages.

Watching Eggsy's eyes get bigger and bigger as Taron kept extoling the virtues of being an Egerton, Harry could only imagine what the boy was thinking. Given that Eggsy had spent most of his life in the council estates, hungry and without many of the smallest of luxuries one expected for someone living in a first world country, the idea that he was now a millionaire would take some getting used to.

Eggsy was the sole heir to the Egerton fortune. Neither Taron nor Addison had children, were likely to have children, and the money going to their youngest brother's son upon their deaths only made sense. And while Addison was known to be tight fisted with his money Harry didn't doubt for a moment that Taron was going to spoil the hell out of Eggsy. Partially out of guilt of course, but also because the maternal dominant was just the type to lavish gifts on those he cared about. And in this case Taron had over twenty missed birthdays, Christmases, and just because presents to make up for.

He'd have to keep an eye on the situation to make sure Taron didn't go overboard or throw Eggsy into the deep end of their world before Eggsy was ready.

Soon Eggsy would be clothed and outfitted with all the latest gadgets and cars someone his age might wish to possess. The young dominant would have credit cards providing him with considerable sums of money that he could use to treat himself and would give Eggsy a chance to see the world and meet all sorts of people. People from all walks of life. The most beautiful men and women the world had to offer. Ones Eggsy's own age who would no doubt be delighted to spend time with the young man and help him acclimate to his new life. Eggsy was enough like Taron that Harry imagined there'd soon be any number of people lining up for a chance to be Eggsy's friend or lover. Though Taron would have to be vigilant to make sure Eggsy wasn't taken advantage of or fell into the wrong crowd. One had only to watch or read the news to see just how wrong young people could go with too much money and too little discipline. Hell, if the current Kingsman hopefuls were anything to go by there was a serious lacking in good friendship and lover material for Eggsy within his age group. Though Miss. Morton would be an excellent choice form what he knew of her.

A hand sliding into his under the table, Harry glancing over to see Eggsy looking at him, Daisy having been passed over to Taron for his turn while Harry had been thinking.

"What ya thinkin bout? Ya got a weird expression on your face."

"Nothing you need to worry about."

"Uncle Taron was just saying that it might be for the best if I wasn't livin in the same place as my mum and sis. That it would be too much like putting all our eggs in one basket." Eggy's thumb brushed over the top of his hand. "And I like your place."

"Do you think they'll be less annoying after they shag?" Addison asked before Harry could comment.

Harry joined Eggsy in kicking the young wolf's uncle's legs.

And grinned together at the yelp that elicited while Taron and Daisy laughed at them.

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As previously discussed proper footwear was a must to complete Eggsy new look and to start him off on the right foot with his future packmates. Pun not intended, but appreciated when Harry made it. And as none of them shared the boy's shoe size they drove to the Kingsman tailor shop and then Harry went in to retrieve a few pairs of Oxfords that should fit Eggsy's feet.

While they waited in the car Eggsy did his best not to bounce in his seat or show the nerves he was feeling the closer they got to this big meeting with his would be executioner. Addison was giving him dark looks in the rear-view window, which Eggsy took to mean he was doing a piss poor job of staying still.

His other uncle looked amused. "Easy, Eggsy. He'll be back in a couple of minutes."

"I know." He just didn't like Harry not being with him on top of everything else. Which, given the fact that they'd only fucking met the day before, should be confusing the fuck out of him. But it was probably a wolf thing. He hoped it was a wolf thing. Otherwise his thinking was seriously fucked up since currently there was nothing Eggsy wanted more than to fuck Harry's brains out and then roll around in the other man's scent for a week or two. Possibly longer than that. For reasons that Eggsy assumed made sense for someone who knew more about their wolf. The latter part, anyway. The whole wanting to fuck Harry's brains out made sense to both sides of his nature.

A chuckle from Taron. "He's really got his claws into you already, doesn't he? Not that I blame you. Most wolves would pay a pretty penny to have his interest. And who could blame them?"

"Anyone I'll have ta beat the shit out of?"

"Not that I'm aware of. Addy?"

"Most his age have given up on him. And the younger ones don't have the bollocks to try for him. Not seriously."

Eggsy snorted in derision.

"Egertons don't give up that easy."

Addison nodded in complete agreement with his brother. "Too fucking right."

Because he was watching for him Eggsy saw the moment Harry stepped out of the shop in question, the man waiting for a break in traffic before crossing the road to where they were parked.

Fuck but he was gorgeous.

"Teenage hormones." Addison grumbled from the front.

"Just ow many blows ta the head have ya taken again. Cause I stopped being a teenager years ago." Not that many years ago, yes, but Eggsy was still in his twenties, thank you very much. And intelligent enough to know that the more people reminded Harry of the significant age gap between them the harder he'd have to work to get the older man right where he wanted him. Which was under him. And astride him. And on all fours or leaning over that sturdy desk he'd spotted in the man's study while he was getting the tour. And a lot of other positions and locations as well, come to that.

In the front Taron looked over his shoulder at him while Addison mumbled about Eggsy keeping his thoughts out of his pants before he stunk the whole car up with his pheromones.

Rolling his eyes, but also opening his window just in case, Eggsy smiled at Harry as the other man opened the opposite door and slide in. His grin only growing that much wider when Harry very noticeably inhaled before sending Eggsy a hot look that did nothing to get his hormones under control.

"Do I need to spray you two down with ice water?" Taron asked as he started the car and merged back with traffic.

"Wouldn't that wreck these fancy threads we're in?"

"Damage this suit and you will most certainly need Rachel's skills."

"Keep your trousers on, Hart. Though if you want to strip I don't think anyone in here will mind the view."

"Speak for yourself."

"This is why people have a hard time believing we're brothers."

Leaving the two brothers to bicker with each other, something they seemed to love doing, Eggsy was quite happy to focus on Harry.

Who was giving Daisy his full attention, the man's beautiful hands lightly stroking over the wisps of hair on top of his sister's head.

Fucking adorable. Though he wouldn't mind some stroking too.

Glancing in his direction Harry gave him a knowing little smile, and then he was lifting up the bag he'd set in his lap and held it out to Eggsy, his voice oh so proper and sexy as he suggested that Eggsy try the shoes on now.

Taking the bag offered him Eggsy settled it into his own lap and opened it up, studying the two shoe boxes within for a moment before pulling out the first pair.

The shoes he was looking at were pretty simple looking to his untrained eyes, though Eggsy imagined they probably costed more than the monthly grocery bill back home. The posher the place the more they charged for stuff you could buy a hundred times cheaper elsewhere.

But according to the other men in the car with him he had to have them, and money wasn't going to be a problem anymore if his uncles were to be believed. Eggsy didn't know them well enough to believe it was all going to work out that way, he still had a great uncle out to kill him after all, but as long as they were footing the bill for all this posh stuff he wasn't complaining. Even if he liked his winged trainers more than the looks of these one.

Footing the bill. That called for a snicker. The puns just kept coming it seemed.