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Eggsy is fucked.
And not in the good, slick-down-his-thighs, alpha pounding at him like there’s no tomorrow kind of way.
Fucked in the tied-to-train-tracks-with-scary-as-hell-looking-stranger-with-ugly-teeth-carrying-an-uglier-knife kind of way.
Eggsy struggles to awaken from his roofie-enhanced stupor. “Who tha fuck are you?” He slurs. “Where am I?”
“This knife can save your life.” The man wiggles the blade in the air before taking a deep sniff. Eggsy glares at him as the man allows his eyes to run over him. He then turns his head at the sound of an oncoming train.
“FUCK!” Eggsy yells, struggling against his bindings.
“My employer has two questions for you, Eggsy. What the FUCK is Kingsman, and who’s Harry Hart?”
Who is Harry Hart? Harry Hart is the man whose life his father saved. Harry Hart is the knight who gave Eggsy a medal. Harry Hart is the posh as all fuck alpha who showed up outside a police station and gave Eggsy a new lease on life…and a perpetual hard-on. “I dunno who the FUCK that is!” Eggsy screams. There’s no way he’ll give Harry up, not now, not ever. Harry believed in him. Harry trusted him. If Eggsy’s going to die, having Harry as the last rational thought in his brain is a good way to go, Eggsy supposes. He wriggles on the tracks and the scent of his alarm rises into the air. The strange man actually chokes a bit and Eggsy can see his internal struggle. An alpha’s job is to protect the omega, even in a situation like this. “Shit!” Eggsy yells. His heart is slamming against his chest and sweat is building up under his snapback.
“Eggsy, I just killed two of your friends who gave me the same bullshit answer!” The alpha says angrily.
“FUCK! Just cut the fucking ropes, please!” Eggsy begs as the train gets closer. The vibration of the rails is shaking his entire body and he’s about two seconds away from pissing himself.
“Hey, Eggsy! Is Kingsman worth dying for?” The alpha sneers.
“Fuck, YEAH!” Eggsy shouts, slamming his eyes shut and preparing himself for the worst.
But the worst doesn’t come. The train flies over him, residual wind almost tearing the clothes from his body, and as he slowly opens his eyes he feels himself go up. Up to the level of the tracks, up from the hole he’d dropped into. And the first thing his eyes rest on is a very handsome, very proud, very alpha Harry Hart. “Congratulations. Bloody well done,” Harry says. He starts to smile and then freezes, tilting his head ever so slightly and sniffing the air. His eyes widen as he looks down at Eggsy.
Harry has given Eggsy intriguing looks in the past. When he met him for the first time outside the station. When Eggsy promised not to grass at the pub. The first time he saw him after waking from his coma. THAT was the best look, because Harry looked happy to see him. VERY happy to see him. More-than-just-a-friend happy to see him.
“How’d the others do?” Eggsy blurts out, trying to remain casual and NOT act like he’d come within seconds of emptying his bladder.
“Roxy passed with flying colors. Charlie’s up next…want to watch?”
“Yeah, all right,” Eggsy says, trying to play it cool. Harry leans down to cut the ropes, and as he does so he inhales again. His brown eyes flare with something new, and Eggsy inhales as well. He’s never going to be this close to Harry again, and he’s committing his fucking scent to memory. Leather. Toffee. Harry helps Eggsy to his feet, squeezing his hand as he does so.
“Good job,” Harry murmurs, and Eggsy figures he can live on that for the rest of his life.
They stand around Merlin’s desk and watch Charlie make a complete arse of himself. Eggsy tries to contain himself, but he still has to bounce on his heels a bit. Eggsy’s still here. He’s made it as far as his dad. Harry is proud of him. Roxy is still in the running. And then he hears Merlin say something that he’s SURE he’s misunderstood.
“You’ll have twenty-four hours,” Merlin says, and Eggsy is stunned. Twenty-four hours alone with Harry?
“Thank you, Merlin,” Harry says, and he starts to walk away. Percival and Roxy head in the other direction and Eggsy realizes it’s actually happening. Twenty-four hours with Harry. Eggsy quickly trots after him.
“Eggsy,” Merlin says, and Eggsy slowly turns around.
“Yes, Merlin?” Eggsy gives him a giddy grin. It doesn’t matter that this Kingsman thing could end tomorrow. He gets twenty-four hours with Harry. He removes his hat and wipes at his brow a bit; the thudding of his heart has diminished but he still feels warm all over.
“Nothing. Carry on.”
“Yes, sir. Good night.” Eggsy scampers after Harry.
Harry’s waiting for him in the corridor and leads him to the bullet train. It’s only when they’re seated and whooshing along to London that he speaks again. “You’re an omega.”
“Wot?” Eggsy blinks at him. Of all the things to come out of Harry’s mouth, this is NOT what Eggsy expected.
“You are an omega.” Harry tilts his head and studies him with his beautiful brown eyes.
“Well, yeah,” Eggsy says finally. “Izzat a problem?” Part of him wants to hang his head in shame.
“No, not exactly.”
“Not exactly,” Eggsy says slowly, his earlier excitement quickly fading. “Wot, you think just cuz I can have a pup I can’t do the job?”
“I never said that, and I would appreciate if you didn’t put words into my mouth,” Harry says calmly.
Eggsy takes a few deep breaths. Harry’s right. He hasn’t done anything but ask a question. “Sorry,” Eggsy mutters. Harry tips his head in as a sign of acceptance. “What did ya mean, then, not exactly?”
“I’m not sure if it’s a problem, because I don’t believe an omega has ever sat at the Table,” Harry informs him. “This explains a lot. I was not given any of your medical information, of course, but Merlin is required to report anything out of the ordinary to Arthur. Chester is…judgmental, to put it politely, and he probably would have found this information disconcerting. He’s given me a bit of attitude ever since I brought you in that night, and now I know why. I assumed it was because of your upbringing.”
“Yeah, that don’t help,” Eggsy says with a sigh. He’s used to it.
“I’m just trying to figure out why I just now realized it,” Harry muses. “I pride myself on my scent recognition.”
“Hard for ya to recognize what isn’t there,” Eggsy says. “I was on suppressants, wasn’t I? Day after we got here we had all those tests in Medical, and Merlin told me I had to stop taking them, keep things on a level playing field and all. If I’m in the field and something happens where I don’t have access to the suppressants, I gotta be able to take care of myself. We ain’t spent all that much time together, exactly, with you being in a coma and all…” Here Eggsy gives Harry a dirty look. Those were the scariest months of Eggsy’s life.
“Well, I don’t think there’s any question about you taking care of yourself,” Harry says with a grin. “You’ve proven yourself time and time again.”
Eggsy blushes and he knows he’s projecting a bashful and embarrassed scent. He’s never been good with compliments, especially from someone he admires. “Did my best,” he says modestly.
“Did anyone give you a hard time? In the dorms, I mean.”
“Roxy was surprised once she figured it out, but she never treated me bad or anything. She’s aces.”
“She is a formidable young lady,” Harry agrees.
“Rufus…Charlie…Digby…they’d be complete twats no matter what. Charlie liked to act superior but I ignored him.” Eggsy shrugs.
“Good for you.”
The doors slide open and Harry motions for Eggsy to step out. Eggsy allows Harry to walk ahead, however, just so he can watch him from behind. He’s so fucking gorgeous. Legs for days, slender waist, broad shoulders. The perfect alpha…the kind Eggsy’s always dreamt about but knows he can never have. He’s not what Harry wants. Harry deserves a beautiful woman by his side, dripping with rubies and diamonds, clad in silk, laughing merrily as she stares up at him in adoration. Well, at least Eggsy’s got the adoration part right.
Harry holds the door of the cab and Eggsy slides across the seat. Harry climbs in after him and sits close enough to press his leg against Eggsy’s. “I’m very proud of you, my boy.” Harry’s scent is warm and welcoming, wrapping itself around Eggsy like a quilt. Eggsy inhales and actually gets lightheaded. “I had such high hopes for you and you haven’t disappointed me.” Harry reaches over and squeezes Eggsy’s leg.
“Appreciate the faith you have in me, Harry,” Eggsy says sincerely. “Do my best not to let you down.”
“Oh, I doubt you ever could.”
The cab turns a corner and stops at the end of a charming little street. Harry thanks the driver and climbs out, actually holding out a hand to help Eggsy out as well. “This is where you live?” Eggsy drinks it all in. Someday he’s going to live in a place just like this. He’ll have his mum and Daisy there, too, and it will be quiet and posh and safe and perfect.
“Yes. Down at the end.” Harry’s long legs make short work of the walk, and suddenly he’s unlocking the door. He steps inside and turns on a light. “Do come in.”
“Well, it’s…nice,” Eggsy says faintly. The walls are yellow and beige and covered with odd paintings and sketches.
“It’s fussy and you think it’s ridiculous. No need to lie,” Harry says with a grin. “I admit that it’s not the warmest of spaces…it definitely lacks the touch of an omega.”
“It’s not all we’re good for, you know,” Eggsy snaps.
Harry turns and suddenly he’s in Eggsy’s personal space, looming over him like an alpha sex god. “Oh, I’m sure you have many other redeeming qualities.” Harry’s scent is restrained, but Eggsy catches something underneath. Excitement? Passion? Lust? “How about a tour?”
Harry turns on one heel and leads him throughout the small house, pointing out a painting here, a knickknack there. They finish in Harry’s office, an interesting space with red walls covered in newspaper headlines. Eggsy waits for Harry to sit down before flopping onto the chair opposite him. “Like a good pun, do we?”
“No…each of these stands for a mission. A dirty bomb in Paris…an undercover spy ring…foiling the assassination of Margaret Thatcher.”
“Not everyone would thank you for that one.” Eggsy smirks at him.
“The point is, Eggsy, no one thanked me for any of them. Front page news on each of these occasions is celebrity nonsense…because it’s the nature of Kingsman that our achievements remain secret. A gentleman’s name should appear in the newspaper only three times…when he’s born, when he marries, when he dies.”
“Well, I think we can both agree I ain’t no gentleman.” Eggsy doesn’t even try to contain his bitter scent. “Charlie and his boys made sure I knew that. Want Kingsman more than anything, Harry, but you said it yourself. Ain’t no omega ever sat at that table.”
“Nonsense.” Harry’s handsome face is stoic and gorgeous and suddenly it’s fucking warm in the office. Eggsy wipes at his sweaty forehead and tugs at the collar of his shirt a bit. “Being a gentleman has nothing to do with the circumstances of one’s birth. Being a gentleman is something one learns.” Harry inhales deeply again, his eyes running over Eggsy from head to toe. Eggsy swallows a whimper, his body starting to throb with electricity. He knows that look. He’s been on the receiving end of that look from alphas ever since he presented as omega. But this is the first time he’s ever welcomed it.
“But how?” He says finally.
“All right, first lesson. You should have asked me before you took your seat.” Eggsy’s heart sinks and he thuds his head back against the soft cushion of the chair. “Second lesson. How to make a proper martini.”
“YES, Harry!” Eggsy says with delight, all but hopping to his feet.
He follows Harry into the front living room. This room is darker, almost seductive. The walls are a dark brown and the furniture is expensive wood with red accents on the cushions. “Over here.” Harry stands in front of a beautiful mahogany cabinet. “Now…there are many different flavors of martini, of course…you Millennials have taken it upon yourself to fix what was never broken. A gentleman drinks only a classic martini, made with gin, or, if you’re desperate, vodka. Five parts gin, one part dry vermouth.”
Eggsy takes the glass Harry offers and carefully sips at it. He’s pleasantly surprised; he’s always thought martinis were only for posh fancy blokes and that they’d taste like they looked: flavorless and bland. “This is good,” he says.
“Thank you.” Harry holds out his glass and gently clinks it against Eggsy’s. His eyes are warm but there’s a heat in them that is undeniable…as is the heavy scent pressing into the room. Eggsy’s stomach twists to the point of pain.
“Harry, can I ask you a question?”
“Of course.”
“Did…did ya mean it? You’re proud of me?” Eggsy asks timidly.
“Oh, my dear boy.” Harry puts his glass down and rests a hand on Eggsy’s shoulder. “Prouder than I ever thought possible. Not only are you brave and strong, but you are smart, and you are just an all-around decent human being.”
“You think all that about me?” Eggsy murmurs.
Harry’s scent fills the room and Eggsy feels weak. “I think all that about you and so much more,” Harry whispers. Eggsy feels slick flood his pants and he bashfully turns his head. Harry inhales deeply, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. He slides the hand from Eggsy’s shoulder up to his face, cupping his chin and tilting his head up. “I think about you quite often, if I’m being honest.” His thumb gently traces the outline of Eggsy’s mouth.
“Think about you, too,” Eggsy admits, eyes never leaving Harry’s face.
Harry’s lips are warm as he kisses him, and Eggsy eagerly parts his own to allow Harry’s tongue to slowly slip inside. Harry groans and Eggsy barely gets his glass down before Harry’s wrapping his arms around him, pulling him up on his toes. “You gorgeous beautiful thing,” Harry whispers. His lips travel along Eggsy’s jaw and down his neck. Harry’s tongue barely flicks over Eggsy’s scent gland but he shudders, hands grabbing at Harry’s shoulders.
“Harry,” Eggsy moans.
They kiss again and this time Harry’s large hands slide down to Eggsy’s arse, pulling him up again to grind against him. “We shouldn’t,” Harry pants, growling as Eggsy’s teeth gently pull at his bottom lip. “I’m your mentor…your superior at Kingsman…”
“I ain’t a Kingsman agent yet,” Eggsy reminds him. Harry growls again and suddenly they’re twirling across the room toward the large sofa. “I don’t mind if you don’t.”
Harry doesn’t answer, simply shoves the jacket from Eggsy’s arms so he can wriggle out it. Eggsy’s polo is next and then Harry’s beautiful hands are running over his skin. “Christ, you are a work of art.” His thumbs flick and slide over Eggsy’s nipples, causing him to whimper and moan. He nimbly undoes Harry’s tie and drops it to the ground, then works on the buttons of his shirt. As soon as Harry’s top half is naked Eggsy presses kisses to his collarbone, his sternum, the point of his chin. The alpha is just as gorgeous as Eggsy’d imagined. Slick is pouring out of Eggsy thicker and faster than he’s ever experienced. “Fuck,” Harry moans, biting a mark onto Eggsy’s shoulder. “You smell heavenly.”
As Eggsy sits down on the sofa and unties his trainers Harry quickly undoes his own shoes and sends them flying across the room. A lock of hair falls into his face and as Eggsy looks up at him he cannot help but think that this is the most amazing man he’s ever laid eyes on…and now he’s able to do a lot more than just look at him. He opens Harry’s belt and takes his time with the button and zipper. Harry growls again as he fists his hand in Eggsy’s hair. “Pretty sure patience is a gentlemanly quality,” Eggsy quips with a wink.
“You will soon find, my boy, that I am not a gentleman when it really matters,” Harry says, raising his eyebrow.
Eggsy finally shoves the trousers and pants down to the ground and is rewarded with the sight of Harry’s very beautiful, very large cock springing up in his face. “Fuck me,” Eggsy murmurs, licking his lips.
“If you’d like,” Harry says softly, once again cupping Eggsy’s chin in his hand.
This time it’s Eggsy that growls, taking Harry’s cock in both hands and stroking it. Harry moans and lets his head fall back. The thick cock is warm and smooth in Eggsy’s palms, and he can’t help but take a moment to learn it with his fingertips…dragging them over the veins, dipping them into the slit at the top. “YES, Harry,” Eggsy murmurs before he finally takes the head into his mouth. Harry hisses, fisting a hand in Eggsy’s hair at the same time he gently pushes Eggsy’s head down. Eggsy whimpers as his own neglected dick throbs in his pants. He sure as hell hopes Harry won’t mind letting him use the washing machine, because his pants and trousers are damp with slick.
Harry finally pulls him away and Eggsy looks up at him in a daze. Harry’s handsome face is red and his pupils are blown wide. “Naked, my boy,” he says hoarsely, and Eggsy is eager to comply. He shoves at his trousers and pants as Harry kisses him. As soon as he’s naked Harry spins him around, pressing against his back. “You are incredible,” Harry murmurs, licking along his collar bone as his long fingers stroke over his cock. Eggsy reaches up to palm the back of Harry’s head, tilting his own head in offering almost without knowing he’s doing it. “No, Eggsy, we can’t…as much as I want to.” Harry runs his nose back and forth over Eggsy’s scent gland. “You smell so good…intoxicating…I’ve never smelled anything like you before…”
Eggsy turns his head for a kiss and Harry’s mouth gives him what he’s silently asking for. He fists Eggsy’s cock and Eggsy can’t help but notice how small it is compared to Harry’s own. That doesn’t seem to bother Harry so Eggsy’s not about to say anything. “Love your hands,” he murmurs to Harry.
Harry takes one hand and slowly brings it up over Eggsy’s chest, taking his good old time before he finally rests it at the base of Eggsy’s throat. “Bend over for me, that’s a good boy.” Eggsy shivers as Harry puts one hand at his waist, the other at the small of his back, and gently bends him down to kneel over the sofa. “That’s it…oh, Eggsy.” Harry gets on his knees between Eggsy’s legs and slides his thumbs up the insides of Eggsy’s thighs. Eggsy’s face burns with embarrassment; he’s never gushed with slick like this before and he feels like some sort of slag. Harry seems to like it, however; Eggsy hears him suck the slick from his thumbs. “You taste amazing…I cannot get enough of you.” Eggsy whines as Harry’s hands spread him and his tongue laps at the source of the slick.
“Harry!” Eggsy whines, reaching back to lay a hand on the Harry’s head. Harry’s tongue is a brutal weapon, one he wields with skill and finesse. Eggsy is soon rocking back to meet him, especially when Harry easily slides two fingers inside. Eggsy’s seeing fireworks and they aren’t even officially fucking yet.
“I need to run upstairs, darling.” Harry nips at an arsecheek. “I don’t have any condoms down here…I don’t make it a regular practice to bed omegas on my sofa.”
“Fuck, Harry, can’t wait,” Eggsy says, and it’s true. He feels like he’ll die on the spot if Harry doesn’t get his damn cock inside his arse. “It’s fine, m’clean, bet you are, too…and I’ve been on birth control since I presented. Please, Harry,” Eggsy begs. He turns his head to meet Harry’s gaze. “Not lying, Harry, swear down.”
Harry groans and takes his cock in his hand. Eggsy buries his face in the sofa cushions as Harry pushes inside. “Oh, GOD,” Harry gasps. “You’re so tight and wet.”
“Fuck, Harry, yer huge,” Eggsy moans.
Those are the last words either of them say, other than “harder,” “yes,” and varied curse words. Harry’s hands hold Eggsy’s hips in a death grip, pulling him back to meet each thrust. Eggsy has only ever had sex with alphas, but it has never felt anything like this. He feels owned, as if Harry’s marking him with each push into his body. Eggsy forgets about Kingsman, about his family, about everything other than Harry. Sweat pours from his skin as quickly as the slick rushes from his body.
“Touch yourself, Eggsy…” Harry snarls and Eggsy quickly obeys. It only takes a few strokes before he’s spurting onto Harry’s expensive sofa. His entire body seems to be wringing out through the tiny hole in his cock and he’s very thankful for Harry’s hands at his hips. Harry’s thrusts get more erratic, deeper, and one hand moves up to clench down over Eggsy’s scent gland. He pushes in so hard that Eggsy almost loses his balance, and then he feels the wetness of Harry’s seed and the thickness of his knot. His body shivers and clenching down, his omega tendencies trying to keep Harry inside him. “I have you,” Harry whispers. He slowly rolls them down onto the sofa, wrapping his arms and legs around Eggsy’s body. “I have you.”
“Fuck,” Eggsy whispers, his entire body drenched in sweat.
“Indeed,” Harry murmurs against his neck, and Eggsy giggles a bit.
When they’re finally able to disentangle their bodies Harry helps him to his feet and they survey the damage done to Harry’s sofa. “Sorry,” Eggsy says, his face flaming with embarrassment. Sweat, precome and actual spend stain the cushions.
“It’s quite all right. I’ve been looking for an excuse to replace it for ages now,” Harry promises. “Why don’t we go up and shower, and then we can sleep in an actual bed.”
“You…you want me to sleep in your bed tonight?” Eggsy asks timidly. A good fuck (who is he kidding…try MIND BLOWING FUCK) is all well and good, but Eggsy knows from experience that it doesn’t mean anything more.
“Yes.” Harry pushes sweaty hair from Eggsy’s forehead. “Tonight, and many other nights in the near future.” Eggsy beams up at him and Harry kisses him again.
They clean the sofa as best they can, put Eggsy’s clothes in the wash, and then go upstairs to Harry’s immense en suite. Their shower takes twice as long as it should but Eggsy isn’t complaining. Having a dead sexy alpha insist on washing you head to toe, just to get his hands all over you? Yeah. Never complaining. EVER.
Harry goes downstairs and brings up a tray of snacks and they eat in bed, exchanging kisses between bites. They talk for a few hours, not about Kingsman, but about themselves. Before this night everything between them was superficial. Mentor and protégé. Knight and trainee. Alpha and omega, although Harry didn’t know that was the case. But now they are simply Harry and Eggsy, cuddling in bed together and getting to know one another. Harry tells the story of how he came to Kingsman, and Eggsy talks about growing up with Dean in the house and how exactly he learned to run so fast and bounce off walls.
“We should go to sleep,” Harry murmurs in his ear in the middle of the night. “You’re due back at HQ tomorrow, and it won’t do for you to come in with bags under your eyes.”
“Bit like doing the walk of shame, innit?” Eggsy says with a grin. Harry leans over and turns off the light. “Wonder if Roxy will look the same?”
“I would hope not…Percival is her uncle.”
Eggsy gasps. “Shut up!”
“I will, but only because I’m doing this.” Harry gives him a thorough kiss. “Sweet dreams, my boy. Tomorrow you will become the next Lancelot, and we shall come back here and celebrate.”
“Just like this?”
“Just like this.”
Except it is 100% the OPPOSITE of that. Eggsy doesn’t shoot JB, he takes a car, and that car drives itself to Harry’s home. Eggsy gets out, leaving JB in the backseat. He’s fairly certain he and Harry will be having loud words, and JB doesn’t need to hear it. Harry stares down at him with a look of pure disdain, and Eggsy actually hears himself whimper as he lets himself into the little house. Harry stalks down the stairs, looking gorgeous as usual in a cardigan and trousers. Eggsy sullenly looks up at him.
“You throw away your biggest opportunity…over a fucking dog?” Harry snaps. His scent is harsh and bitter, and Eggsy unconsciously bares his neck. He’s sweating bullets again, but for the not for the same reasons as the last time he was in this house. “And then you humiliate me by stealing my boss’s car.”
“You shot a dog just to get a fucking job!”
“Yes I did.” Harry opens a door to a tiny loo. “And Mr. Pickle here reminds me of that every time I take a shit!”
“You shot your dog and had him stuffed?” Eggsy’s scent goes from anxious to angry to alarmed in an instant. “You fucking freak!” The words shoot out before he can stop them. This isn’t the man who’d held him while he slept, who made him breakfast and attempted to teach him about forks and spoons as they ate.
“No, I shot my dog and then brought him home and continued to care for him for the next eleven years until he died from pancreatitis.”
“What?”
“It was a blank, Eggsy. A fucking blank.” Harry sighs. “Remember Amelia?”
“Yeah.”
“She didn’t drown. She works in our tech department in Berlin. She’s fine.” Eggsy can’t believe what he’s hearing. “Limits must be tested. A Kingsman only condones the taking of a life to save another.”
“My dad saved your life, even though your fuck-up cost his? What, you’ve got him stuffed here and all?” Eggsy asks angrily.
Harry’s face falls and his scent turns from angry to anguished. “Can’t you see that everything I’ve done has been about trying to repay him?”
“That include fucking me last night?” Eggsy snaps before he thinks.
Harry opens his mouth to reply but then freezes. He taps the side of his glasses and listens for a moment, speaks to Merlin, and then turns to Eggsy. “I have to go. Stay here…we’ll continue this later.”
“Harry…” Eggsy says helplessly. “I’m sorry, all right? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…”
“I need to leave.” Harry brushes by him and heads for the stairs. “Sit down and stay out of my way.” He starts up the steps, making it halfway before turning to look down at him. “There’s never been an omega sitting at the Table…you’ve just proven why.” He continues up the stairs.
Shame and betrayal wash over Eggsy and he barely makes it to Mr. Pickle’s loo before vomiting in the toilet. He stays in the tiny room until he hears the front door close.
Twenty-four hours later Harry ends up dead on the ground in Kentucky, and Eggsy watches it all happen as he sits in Harry’s own house.