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In My Room

Harry lay in bed, unable to sleep. Hell, he wasn't even bothering to close his eyes at this point. He'd tried that for a good two hours already without success. And before that it had been pacing the length of his room, back and forth, his wolf itching to come out and roam the grounds of the Egerton estate. And he would have if not for the fear that Eggsy would need him, would come looking for him, and he wouldn't be there. As he hadn't been there for him all the other times Eggsy had needed him throughout his life. So he'd stayed inside the house and was now trying and failing to will himself to sleep even though Harry knew that it was probably for the best that he didn't sleep.

The nightmares that waited for him would no doubt reflect the images and scenarios that were keeping him awake now.

A nightmare that had begun earlier when he'd come upstairs to once again check on Eggsy and the boy's mother. That and to reassure Eggsy that he hadn't snuck off since the last time they'd spoken. He hadn't intended to stay the night after all, and had only agreed to it over dinner because Eggsy had given him an abandoned puppy look that had made him feel lower than dirt when he'd mentioned heading home for the night afterwards. And truth, because God knows it seemed to be a night for it, he hadn't wanted to leave in the first place. Which was half the reason he'd told himself he should go even as Taron unhelpfully insisted he stay.

So he'd stayed and had split his time between plotting and planning with Eggsy's uncles and checking on Eggsy himself rather than leave. And on his last trip to check on Eggsy...he'd heard talking. Eggsy and Michelle. Had stopped. And listened.

God.

Eggsy had dropped enough hints, and Merlin had generated a file Harry had read through several times at this point, but still...he had failed to comprehend what sort of life the younger man had lived since that day he'd come to tell the Unwins that Lee was dead. Still arguably couldn't comprehend because he'd never been in Eggsy's shoes. Had never been abused by the people he should have been able to trust most in the world. Had never been left wanting for the bare necessities or doubted that the adults in his life would die to protect him. That if he was in trouble he could go to them and they'd fix things. So he could only imagine...and what he imagined was nauseating and infuriating and heart wrenching. Destroying. All the more so because he knew he should have been there to prevent it. To be the adult who would have seen to Eggsy's wellbeing. To keep him from harm.

And the icing on the cake? The unshakeable knowledge that he might not even know the worst of it yet.

Given that Eggsy had kept silent about the men who'd meant to sexually abuse him until now, and nothing along those lines had ever been reported to the authorities...Harry was willing to bet there were a lot of horrors Michelle and the government employees didn't know about. That Eggsy had kept from everyone and only he knew. He and the others who had seen Eggsy as someone to use. And abuse.

Harry would find out who they were and ended them. Merlin would help him with that. But even then, that wouldn't erase his culpability. Any of theirs. Including Michelle Unwin's.

If he'd known he would have done something. There wasn't a question about that in Harry's mind or heart, and there was a small amount of comfort in that. Michelle had known at least some of it, and would have known more if she'd stayed sober. Laid off the drug use. Paid as much attention to her son as she had herself. But she hadn't. And Harry couldn't see himself ever forgiving her for that. Or himself for not realizing she couldn't be trusted with the most precious gift Lee had given her.

The sound of paws approaching his room had Harry sitting up reflexively, his nose identifying the visitor as Eggsy even before the pup worked out how to turn the doorknob with paws or teeth, opening the door just enough that his still too slim frame could easily slide between it and the jamb.

The only light in the room came from the windows, which were all open to let in the night air and the thin light provided by the moon. He'd wanted every advantage in case they were attacked and one of the intruders was foolish enough not to stay down wind. The fact that the moon provided next to no light didn't matter anyway thanks to the fact that even in human form he had a wolf's night vision. Which meant that Eggsy's coloring was all wrong, yes, but he could see him clearly as he came into the room.

Heading straight for the bed the wolf that was also Eggsy leapt up and over the footboard like it was nothing, the pup walking up the length of the bed with an easy, unhurried stride. Eyes glowing in the dimness.

"Hello, Eggsy."

Eggsy stopped in reaction to his name being spoken, cocking his head to the side for a moment and then he stepped closer, gracefully lowering himself down to first his knees, then lower still. And on his belly Eggsy bellied across the covers to finish making his way up to Harry's side, stopping only when he reached Harry's waist. Then he wiggled as close as possible, Harry's dark mood dimming slightly in reaction to the adorableness of Eggsy's head resting on his thigh, the pup gazing up at him in a way that silently demanded strokes and pats.

The low sound of pleasure Eggsy made in reaction to Harry digging his fingers into the boy's thick fur made it clear how much he'd wanted Harry's hands on him, and since petting Eggsy was far from a hardship and little enough to ask Harry allowed himself to focus solely on the simple, repetitive motion.

He wanted to apologize but couldn't make the words come out. And he didn't deserve it even if Eggsy's heart was big enough to forgive him. And he thought that it was. That Eggsy had it in him to forgive the unforgivable. The pup would have never stayed with his mother this long if he didn't.

"If you knew the thoughts going through my head right now I think you'd bite me."

The low grumble Eggsy made deep in his throat suggested further explanation was required.

"Explaining would only irk you more."

If Eggsy blamed him for the traumas he'd experienced he hadn't said so. And odds were Eggsy would have. Or at least wouldn't be pursuing him sexually with such happy, single-minded focus. And getting over himself for a moment Harry could acknowledge that rather than just Eggsy's mother and himself a lot of people had failed Eggsy. Either deliberately, by neglect, or by assuming rather than confirming. Which was a depressing as fuck thought.

Suddenly finding himself with a lap full of wolf, Harry's eyes closed automatically as Eggsy nuzzled him. Licked him. Pressed up against him in a gesture obviously meant to comfort.

"Oh, Eggsy." Leaning forward Harry buried his face against the warm fur and just breathed. Just breathed in Eggsy's scent as he wrapped his arms around the wolf's neck. Allowing himself to take that comfort while hopefully giving it back as well, since really Eggsy needed it more of the two of them.

They stayed that way for a long time. Both content to remain just as they were.

And when they dreamed, side by side, the nightmares didn't come.

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Opening his eyes for a moment, then shutting them immediately in response to the brightness of the sun, Eggsy kept them closed as he used the rest of his senses to get a sense of where he was and what the sitch was. He was not home, at a mate's, or in Harry's house. He was still in his uncles' house. It wasn't the room they'd given him either otherwise the sun wouldn't be in his eyes. Most important of course was the fact that he felt a male body intimately pressed up against his back, an arm wrapped loosely around his bare waist. A body that felt and smelled like Harry.

Memory going into overdrive to figure out just how that had happened, it didn't take long for Eggsy's mind to provide the sort of not quite blurred, but somehow out of focus memories that told him the wolf had been in charge when those memories had been made. Which he should have seen coming.

It didn't happen often anymore, especially once he'd gained nearly complete control over his wolf, but sometimes, especially when he was upset or feeling particularly vulnerable or alone, he would go to sleep and then sorta sleepwalk as a wolf. Which was weird as fuck. And thank God he always remembered his night time prowls afterwards, so he knew he didn't go on murderous rampages or anything. Murder and mayhem wasn't what his wolf went out looking for. Though what exactly the wolf went look for, well Eggsy still had no idea. That was never clear in his memories. Just that he sought something that made his wolf wander the flat or outside in search of it. Never finding it. That was always made clear. Disappointment and longing and pain always threaded through the memories of its search.

Only those feelings weren't there this time, which didn't even surprise Eggsy after the first moment of shock. Because he'd ended up being stroked and cuddled by Harry and how could that do anything but put him AND his wolf in a fucking awesome state of mind.

And that being the case Eggsy very carefully shifted and then rolled over so that he could get a look at the man in question, ridiculously charmed by the disarray of curls and sleep creases. Just the general adorableness of Harry at his most vulnerable.

It was tempting, Eggsy had to admit, to take advantage.

Given the lack of top Eggsy presumed that his uncles hadn't possessed a shirt in their collective wardrobes that would fit Harry comfortably. He approved. But sadly they'd found trousers of some sort for Harry to fit into, but since he was naked and Harry was seemingly only wearing said trousers...

Harry's eyelashes slowly raised as he met his gaze. Knowingly.

"I could feel you plotting."

It's like Harry knew him already.

"So do I need ta apologize for sneakin in here with ya?" As it was Eggsy had to congratulate his wolf for managing it. And realizing that there'd been no fucking way in hell he'd have slept otherwise. His talks with him mum last night had pretty much scraped him raw.

"No. I enjoyed your company."

Something about the way Harry said that triggered a memory from the night before. "What did ya mean last night, when ya said I'd bite ya if I knew what you was thinkin?" Because Eggsy was pretty sure Harry hadn't meant bite in a fun or sexy way.

All the softness of sleep left Harry's face and features in one fell swoop.

"Shit." A moment ta consider. "All right. Was you thinkin bout my dad, the fucked up sitch with King wantin ta kill me and all...or is this about me mum?" Cause he wasn't stupid. Harry had come up to check on him like four times after dinner. It was entirely possible that there'd been a fifth time and Harry hadn't come in cause he'd heard Eggsy and his mum going at it. Mum had gotten pretty fucking loud at times too.

"Eggsy."

Right. Given the amount of sorrow attached to those five letters, along with the fact that they'd already addressed his father's death, Eggsy was going to go out on a limb and guess door number three.

"Ya heard Mum and I going at it, huh."

"I apologize for-"

Eggsy quickly lifted a hand so that he could place a finger against Harry's lips, shutting that down right quick. "Ya ain't got nothin ta apologize for. Not for eavesdroppin, since as a wolf I know how fuckin hard it is not ta, and not for any of the shit I was throwin in my mum's face ta give her a reality check. If she or I had come ta ya for 'elp than that would have been one thing. But we didn't. And ya didn't know. Ya can't be blamed for that. Or me dad's decision ta throw himself over that bomb if we got ta rehash that again. Neither."

Harry's gaze made it clear he disagreed.

Fine. Like Eggsy hadn't had years of experience when it came to how to manipulate someone.

"Look, if this shit was reversed and you was me, would ya want me blamin meself cause I didn't know ya needed help?"

A telling minute or so's pause.

"No."

Sliding both hands down between them Eggsy slid his hands from just below Harry's collarbone up to his shoulders. Partly to soothe, but also to just appreciate the warmth of Harry's skin and feel him up a little. He would say he was only human, but that saying didn't work for him. Or Harry.

Also stupid fucking morning breath that meant kissing the shit out of Harry was out of the question currently.

"Distracting me to win the argument?" Harry asked, his lips curved just a little.

"Are we arguing? Cause I'm pretty sure I won already." Eggsy gave Harry his best, big eyes look.

"I see. And has anyone ever told you that you don't fight fair?"

Eggsy winked. "All the time, Luv."

And that being very true Eggsy didn't hesitate to push Harry onto his back while sliding up and over to straddle the older man, definitely liking this position a lot more. Especially since it wiped all the other stuff from Harry's mind so that when he looked at him now, it was definitely not pity or anger at himself Harry was feeling.

Cheers.

"Now you're grinning like a Cheshire Cat."

"Gonna make me purr, Harry?"

"Wolves do not purr." Was Harry's very serious response.

"Harry. I'm fuckin naked here."

"I'm very much aware of that, yes."

Sighing, he'd be insulted if he couldn't smell how much Harry wanted him, Eggsy braced his hands on Harry's very bitable chest and decided to start with nuzzling Harry's firm jawline before nibbling his way down the length of Harry's neck, stopping only when Harry's hands shot up to frame his head and still him. Which made him growl.

"Not there."

Face scrunching up, Eggsy asked why not.

"A bite there has a great deal of meaning in our culture. Between here and here are off limits." Harry used his thumb and pointer finger to indicate the small stretch of skin on either side of his shoulder where biting was apparently not allowed. "It would tell everyone that saw it I was yours. In a very official, not just seeing or sleeping together way."

Okay...now he really, REALLY wanted to bite Harry there.

And Harry's mum hadn't raised no fool. "Biting a maternal dominant there without permission will get you your pretty arse handed to you. or a submissive's more dominant kin would deliver the same."

Right. Message received.

"No bitin ya there till ya say so. Got it." Eggsy would have saluted, but Harry's hands were sorta in the way. So he settled for wiggling a little in impatience, eager to get back to tasting and seducing the sexy as fuck man beneath him.

Harry's hands moved to rest against Eggsy's hips, the look on his face both amused and challenging in a way that had Eggsy's wolf sitting up and taking notice. "You're so confident that you think you can do what no man's managed yet?"

Fuck. Eggsy shouldn't find that such a turn on, but he totally fucking did. Challenge so fucking accepted.

"Shit. Now I've challenged you."

"I'd want it even ya hadn't." Which was the truth. While also acknowledging the fact that yes, yes he had. "So anywhere else I can't kiss, lick, bite or touch cause it will put me in the dog house with ya?"

"Very funny."

Having a point to make himself Eggsy shifted back up so that he was looking Harry dead in the eye. "Not really, no. Cause there ain't an inch of your gorgeous body I don't want ta get my hands on. And everything else as well. So IS there anything else I need ta know about before I start headin south?"

"Fuck."

Harry's eyes were now this amber color that totally fucking did it for him. And the scents in the air were getting stronger with every breath he took and making Eggsy's head swim in the best possible way. Harry was reacting to it too, which made it all the sweeter as their scents intertwined.

"Harry?"

A long pause, eye contact maintained, and then Harry shook his head. "No. The rest is yours."

Thank fucking Christ.

Leaning forward Eggsy figured on easing them both into it by repeating his earlier actions on the other side of Harry's neck, respectfully bypassing the spot Harry had informed him to stay clear of. And it wasn't that big of a deal once Eggsy got to turn his mouth's attention to Harry's very pretty chest and then the brown nipples he was very pleased to see were already standing at attention even before his mouth had the pleasure of reaching them.

And this time when Harry's hands reached for him it was to stroke Eggsy's head, the hair really too short for much else. Though he'd be all for growing it out some more if it meant Harry would play and run his fingers through it.

That that would take a few months...well Harry had said he wouldn't make it easy for him.