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Be My Baby

For the record Eggsy had meant every word when he'd told Harry that his arse was his that night. Swear down and everything. How the hell was he supposed to know that he'd end needing to be carried to bed a couple hours before dinner time and consequently be forced to remain as still as possible on his stomach for the rest of the night. Though at least there weren't as clothes in the way since he'd been wolf when it happened. And Uncle Taron had rubbed him down with some stuff which wasn't nearly as appreciated as it would have been if Harry had been doing it, though it did help. Still, Uncle Taron was the tough love sort and had ordered him to rest and think about why he'd ended up in this situation in the first place.

He did not need time to think about it, thank you very fucking much.

The problem was that his wolf was being an arse. Wasn't listening and was so focused on Harry that he didn't want to pay attention to what Eggsy's uncle was trying to teach them how to be seriously badarse in wolf form. Reminding the furry bugger that Harry wouldn't want them if they kept getting their arses handed to them was about the only thing that made his wolf pay any attention to him at all. Well that and they couldn't exactly court Harry if they were dead cause they couldn't protect themselves.

Not being stupid Eggsy got the sense that part of the problem was that he'd spent most of their time together trapping his wolf. Leasing him and refusing ta let him out and do the wolfie things that would have made his wolf happy. He hadn't wanted ta do it, he'd suffered right along side his wolf in the process, but Eggsy didn't think his wolf saw it that way. Or was willing to let go of all those years of resentment that easily. Hence the damn thing enjoying having him beat ta shite even if he had to take the hits as well.

Hell, maybe his wolf was a little masochistic?

But at least his plan was mostly in place for tomorrow. Uncle Taron had helped him get in touch with the various people he needed to enlist the help of, as well as arrange for the necessary items to be delivered to the estate that afternoon.

Eggsy had resisted telling his uncle everything, it felt like that would jinx it somehow, but what he had told his uncle had been met with serious approval. Like Uncle Taron had actually gotten a little misty eyed, which Eggsy still didn't know how to interpret. But yeah, apparently he was going to do the family proud if nothing else. Well that and Uncle Taron was pretty sure that Eggsy opening courting gift was going to make the vast majority of the other dominants hate him. Like really, REALLY hate him. Because once word got out...well then all their mates and dating prospects would expect something equally epic from them in the future. With the dominants would end up in the doghouse when they failed to deliver. Which sucked because now more than ever he needed to make friends in the pack, not enemies, but winning over Harry was more important.

Sighing, Eggsy considered and then opted not to try and think about everything that was supposed to happen the following day. It would just give him a headache, especially since his brain was already working on overdriving trying to block and forget the looks his mother had given him before she'd left to go to rehab. The looks she'd given him had made it very clear she considered this a serious betrayal and one he wouldn't be forgiven for any time soon. On top of the looks that suggested she wasn't going to cooperate once she arrived at her destination and-shit.

Nose twitching as it scented Harry, Eggsy was fairly sure he looked the picture of patheticness by the time Harry opened the door to his bedroom and came inside.

"That bad, hmm?"

"I'm sorry, Harry. I really meant what I said before."

It was hard to see Harry, especially since movement of any kind was not his friend at the moment, but Eggsy tried and failed to keep Harry within his sight as the man came closer, pain be damned. And it hurt! But Eggsy refused to let so much as a whimper leave his lips, allowing only a small sound of gratitude and happiness escape when Harry sat down on the side of the bed and reached out to stroke his fingers over Eggsy's hair. That was nice. And comforting.

"I know you did. Just as I knew you'd spend a lot of time in this condition. At least at first. It's not something for you to feel bad about, you know. I wasn't kidding when I stated that Taron was one of the hardest instructors you could have. Particularly when you don't have any basic training to fall back on. I'm not angry with you."

That did make him feel a little better...while his pride smarted something fierce.

A warm chuckle, Harry's hand on his cheek. "If it makes you feel better I'm prepared to keep up my end of the bargain and give you a good rub down before we turn in for the evening. Though from the scent emanating from you I'm guessing Taron's already been at you with your family's top-secret healing cream recipe."

Damn. It had been a few hours so he'd forgotten about that. That or his nose had stopped registering the foul smell in an act of self-defense.

"Shit."

"I've smelled worse."

"Yeah, but you probably don't want ta sleep near it. Not that I could do anything anyway."

A kiss to the nape of his neck caused a delightful shiver to run down Eggsy's spine.

"So if the situation were reversed you'd be sleeping in another room?"

"Fuck no." Eggsy jerked at the insult of the idea, then cursed a blue streak for a whole other reason as his body made it clear what an idiot he was.

"Easy now. And that was the right answer. Which is why my clothes are in your closet and my toiletries in your bath. I'm sleeping here tonight because I want to take care of you."

Feeling embarrassingly shy at how happy those words made him Eggsy mumbled his thanks.

His reward was more head stroking and Harry asking if he was sure he didn't want something to eat. Earlier Eggsy had told Uncle Taron that they should have dinner without him as he wasn't hungry anyway.

"Nah. I'm good." He'd been eating so much lately Eggsy's stomach didn't really know what to do with all the food it was being offered. He'd eaten more since meeting Harry than he generally ate in over a week. And don't even get him started on how much healthier and filling all this good food was. He could stand to miss a meal or two, no problem.

"If that changes you'll let me know, all right?"

"Got it."

"Good. Now you said I could do anything to your undeniably very pretty bottom tonight." Harry's hand gave one cheek a squeeze for emphasis. "But tonight I think I'll start with your shoulders. See if I can't work some of the tension out of them first."

"Huh?" He was confused. And distracted by the hand rubbing his arse.

Another very sexy chuckle from Harry, then a slight shifting of the mattress as Harry got off of it, much to Eggsy's displeasure. Well...until his ears picked up the sounds of clothing being removed. He loved those sounds.

Or he did until his brain oh so 'helpfully' reminded him that he was in no condition to do anything about it. Ugh. Though he was feeling a little better...or at least certain parts of him were...and his ribs felt pretty healed up at this point. So maybe in a couple of hours...

Promising to be right back Harry left for a couple of minutes to go to the bath, Eggsy waiting not at all patiently for his return. But his impatience was rewarded when Harry returned and climbed back onto the bed, 'walking' on his knees a bit before straddling Eggsy's arse. Sorta. He was being very careful not to put his weight on him, which Eggsy appreciated.

He appreciated it a lot more when, after the sound of a cap being popped open and then closed again, Harry placed slick hands on his shoulders and began to knead them with serious skills and expertise.

Best mate choice ever.

In the grand scheme of things Eggsy was aware that massages of this nature tended to hurt like a bitch when started. Pain before the pleasure as it were. Years of gymnastics had taught him that well. But just being touched by Harry's hands soothed and relaxed him on a level that Eggsy would have found embarrassing as fuck if not for the benefits of it.

Especially since he needed to reserve all his embarrassment for the way he carried on once Harry really started to dig his fingers into his side. Right where he was a tad ticklish.

Giggling was so not sexy, even if Harry's laughter was.

Sigh.

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If Harry had thought for even a moment that he could have gotten out of the maternals meeting the following day he would have. Unfortunately he knew Katherine would make him pay dearly if he did, especially since 'I'm sleepy because I had to introduce Eggsy to 'Downton Abbey' last night' wasn't a good excuse. And he hadn't intended for it to happen. He'd assumed that after the massage Eggsy would have drifted off into hopefully pain free sleep. But true to his nature Eggsy had defied expectations by turning all cuddly and adorable, suggesting that they watch something on the telly as he wasn't tired and Harry had made it clear that there would be no funny business given the busy, long day ahead of them at that point. The suggestion of watching something together while cuddling had been Eggsy's idea of a compromise, and he'd even said that Harry could pick what they watched. That had led to Harry pointing out that he very much doubted that they had similar taste in television, rhyming off a few of the series he liked and was sure Eggsy wouldn't. Like Downton. A show that Eggsy, as it turned out, had never seen.

That couldn't be allowed to stand.

And he'd honestly thought that Eggsy would quickly get bored or think it far too dated to be interesting, and that would have been okay. Annoying and showing serious bad taste, yes, but understandable. People, particularly Eggsy's age and gender, were usually more interested in superheroes, sex and explosions these days. So he'd figured that Eggsy would watch the first episode with him and then 'get sleepy' or outright ask to watch something else. Only he hadn't. And they'd ended up binge watching the first five episodes before Eggsy had conked out on him, all snuggly and warm against him.

Taron had woken them up at dawn.

Just thinking about it made Harry want to gut the bastard currently walking on his right, Eggsy's presence on his left a somewhat calming influence. Though calming wasn't really the right word to use. Distracting was. The younger man was all but bouncing with nervous energy at the moment, and had been since they'd left the Egerton estate for this meeting.

Being neither a maternal nor a member of their pack Eggsy wasn't coming to the meeting with them. William was meeting Eggsy there for an 'official' tour of the pack grounds on his father's orders. With Addison chaperoning, just in case, which was why the other dominant trailed behind them sulkily. Harry wasn't anymore thrilled about this than Addison was, though at least he could take comfort in knowing that Taron's brother would welcome an excuse to get into a fight with William, much less do so to protect a family member.

Rachel and Daisy had come with them as well, though they'd already gone off to hang out in the healer's office until the meeting was over.

Seeing the crowd waiting outside the reserved meeting room Harry was pleased to see that the turnout was excellent this time around. That meant he could mostly sit in his seat and let others argue about the changes that needed to be made. But wouldn't be.

There was also the entertainment of seeing multiple unattached wolves eyeing William like prey. While knowing better than to even flirt with him. Approach him for any other reason and William was his usual calm and collected self. Not warm, precisely, but certainly approachable. Flirt or outright hit on him however and he either froze you out or went so stiff and formal you'd have thought he was talking to the Queen. William was as awkward as a youth starting puberty when it came to someone having a personal interest in him. Poor man.

"Right, there's King. Let's go before the ravenous hordes descend on him or turn on us." Addison stated from behind them.

Amused, while also wanting Eggsy away from the wolves who were starting to eye the younger man with interest, Harry stopped and turned so that he was blocking their line of vision, facing Eggsy. "Behave and try to keep Addison from driving William too crazy, all right?"

Eggsy gave him a snappy, smirking salute.

Then looked at him like a little boy who'd done something naughty and knew he should confess to the crime but hadn't quite built up the nerve yet.

Subconsciously channeling his own mother Harry raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms.

"Ah...Harry?"

"Yes?"

A deep breath. "Fuck it."

And that was all the warning Harry had as suddenly Eggsy was shifting up to his tip toes, hands on Harry shoulders for balance as Eggsy laid a kiss on Harry's lips that pretty much guaranteed that they were going to be the main topic of conversation both before and after the meeting. A deep, bruising kiss meant to ensure that no one watching it, much less experiencing it, could doubt the carnal nature of their relationship. Eggsy was making it very clear with his mouth and tongue that Harry was his, they were together, and that trespassers would be mauled on sight.

Basically it was the snogging equivalent of multiple bites to his shoulders.

It also fried Harry's brain to the point that by the time they broke apart for air his brain had shut down and there was nothing but buzzing in his ears.

"Harry Hart, I'm courtin ya. See ya after your meetin."

And so saying Eggsy gave him a wink and then took off with inhuman speed to grab the arm of a visibly gaping William King, Eggsy pulling his father's cousin along with him while a rather evilly grinning Addison strolled off after them.

Still trying to process what had just happened as Eggsy disappeared from sight Harry jerked at the hand on his shoulder.

"Brace yourself." Was all Taron had time to say before they were descended on by curious wolves all wanting to talk about what they'd just seen and heard.

There was no bracing himself. It was like that opening scene from 'JAWS' where the poor girl get jerked over and over again underwater and then whipped around back and forth until the damn fish finally finishes her off. And like the girl Harry had no idea what the fuck was going on, was too stunned to think, but very much aware that bad things were going to happen if he couldn't get free of the situation.

Unfortunately his pack had him surrounded.

"Harry Hart! What have you been getting up to?" Harry's maternal aunt wanted to know.

"I think it's fairly obvious what he's been up to, Mother. You can smell the boy all over him. Way to go, Cous."

"How old is he again?"

"Harry or Taron's nephew?" A new voice wanted to know. "Taron, how old is that boy?"

"He's twenty two, Margot."

"Good lord. Harry, you're sleeping with a boy that young? Is it true what they say about young men and their stamina at that age? I'm so old at this point I can't remember. Which is a damn shame since back in my day I was quite the-"

"Grandmother!"

"Oh hush, Roxanne. I didn't raise your maternal to be a prude and he didn't do it to you either. Though it is a shame Harry's caught his eye already. If the boy's a true Egerton he'd be a far better catch than any of those inbreed twits you're competing against for Kingsman."

"Exactly what are you implying about my son, Margot?" Mrs. Hesketh wanted to know, the shrew glaring openly at Miss. Morton's grandmother. "Not to mention the fact that I have to wonder why you would think that anyone would want to take that boy for-"

"Oh don't be such a killjoy, Judith. You only wish you had a young stud in your bed instead of that bald and overweight know-it-all you married. Who also probably hasn't gotten it up without medical assistance in decades. Especially seeing as he's marri-"

"Mother!" "Grandmother!"

"Is Harry in shock? He looks in shock."

"He probably hasn't been kissed like that in decades, Mother. Okay, Cous?"

They were all talking over each other, either at him or someone else, but either way Harry found himself doing a lot of opening and closing his mouth, no words managing to come out.

A piercing whistle had them all wincing and looking in the direction it had come from.

"We did not come here today to talk about Harry's sex life." Katherine announced, her wolf flashing in warning in her eyes. "Everyone inside the room and take your seats. NO arguing."

He was going to buy her flowers after this.

Most everyone looking like children who'd been told the Grinch had stolen their Christmas, the wolves all headed in while shooting Harry looks or bowing their heads to whisper amongst themselves about him.

"What was he thinking?" Harry finally managed to ask, looking at Taron for answers.

"He's an Egerton. When it matters we go all in."

"But I'm..."

"The one he wants. Now come on before she skins us."

Allowing Taron to take his arm and lead him towards the door Harry had a feeling he should be more worried than he was. A lot more worried.

That would probably happen once the shock wore off more.