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[fucking_gentleman]

The alarm was sounded at eleven in the morning, the day after Eggsy visited.

The alarms should have gone off before then, but Harry had hacked the machines, pulling and stripping wires and looping the feedback back into itself so there was no sign that he was no longer connected.

He had borrowed clothes by picking his way through the hospital, acquiring one item after another, cards and pass codes and by the time he left, he was dressed and had loose cash, a pilfered phone from a wanker who refused to turn it off and said wanker's credit card, which he used to withdraw the maximum he could and then tossed.

With more CCTV than any other city in the world, he then vanished off the grid.

By the time Eggsy was brought in by Merlin at quarter past midday, Merlin was waiting for another ping from a new internet cafe, the various footage of Harry's escape running behind him, being analysed by technicians for any hints.

"He realised he'd been made and vanished from the last internet cafe in under two minutes. He was off the cameras again within five. You're being authorised to locate and bring in Galahad, before he becomes a target or, worse, gives himself a stroke."

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[fucking_gentleman]

"That's positive cheating. I approve." He leaned in and stole a very light kiss, completely chaste. "I'll try to behave and not cause any undue worry when you get called away to work."

[prettyballsy]

He murred at that kiss, smiling. "I'm going to do whatever I can to get you back in the field with me." Said even knowing it might not happen. Not if he didn't get his eye back.

[fucking_gentleman]

"Eggsy, my darling boy, I have one eye, shaking in my right hand and foot and migraines and mild seizures. It might be a while before I'm approved for the field."

Plus he had no reliable memory.

[prettyballsy]

"Shhh," he said, giving him a look. "I can have my delusions," he said. Because otherwise he had to face that eventually he would be back in the field. He was a damn good agent, after all, and even in his self deprecating with Harry, he knew that. One of the best they had active. Him and Roxy.

[fucking_gentleman]

Harry hummed agreeably and lightly tugged Eggsy's hair to see how he'd react, if he'd arch, moan, protest, try and free himself...

"Merlin's been generous to give you this much time, really."

[prettyballsy]

The sound he gave was low and rumbling and he hadn't even meant to. "You're cheating," he said, no heat to his words. "And yeah, I know he is. I know too that if something needs me, he knows I'll be there."

He would hate it and probably do something stupid to try and get home sooner, but he was a Kingsman. No matter what.

[fucking_gentleman]

Interesting. Harry bit down on what he was going to say, because he was meant to be behaving.

"Just like an agent should. Whatever you say I thought, I can't help but think you are, over all, an incredibly good boy."

[prettyballsy]

He reached out, pulling Harry to him, hugging him. "I plan to be the second best agent Kingsman has ever known," he said, meaning it, making that vow to Harry.

[fucking_gentleman]

"Aim higher, Eggsy." Harry let himself be hugged, settling in again. "Aim to be the best ever. I don't know who the best ever was, but you should aim to top them. Or come second to Roxy. There's no shame in coming second to that woman."

[prettyballsy]

"I am aiming pretty damn high," he said, staring at him. "In my mind, that's you," he said, not hesitating in admitting though. Though he smiled then. "Nope, nothing wrong in that. But I don't need to be best, Harry. I ain't here to be the best. I'm here to have a place that's right for me. I ain't ever had that before," he said. "Not like here."

[fucking_gentleman]

"You have no idea how difficult you are making it for me to behave," Harry murmured. Eggsy was earnest, endearing, eager and Harry very badly wanted to turn those things to their enjoyment.

"I doubt I was the best in whatever long history we have here."

[prettyballsy]

"Best I've known," he said, though he canted his head, frowning a bit. "I didn't even do anything," he pointed out. "I'm just laying here," he said, which he realized might be part of it, given he was in the man's bed.

[fucking_gentleman]

"Yes. You're just laying here, in my bed, encouraging me to lay both with and on you and inviting and enjoying me kissing you. You're making incredibly difficult to behave."

[prettyballsy]

Eggsy listened to that, but he didn't get upset. He just grinned. "I would offer to leave, but I don't want to," he admitted. "And don't you want me to enjoy kissing you? Isn't that the point?"

[fucking_gentleman]

"You wretch of a boy," Harry murmured fondly, fingers tugging Eggsy's hair to arch his throat, tip his jaw up and kissed him again, not chaste, not even family appropriate as he coaxed his mouth open.

[prettyballsy]

He couldn't argue that, no even as he groaned, eyes fluttering close as he eagerly parted his lips, arching up into the kiss. His tongue seeking out Harry's, wanting that taste, that sensation as his hand came up to cup the other man's neck once more.

[fucking_gentleman]

Harry literally couldn't resist. His current brain damage meant he couldn't actually work out why he wasn't meant to do this when they both wanted it.

He rolled onto Eggsy, getting a knee between his legs and a hand behind his neck, urging on Eggsy's exploration.

[prettyballsy]

Eggsy was meant to be the grown up here. The problem was, he was a young man, fairly alone but for his best friend, and who was finding his greatest fantasy coming true.

So saying no was no there, not like it should be.

Moaning, not even hiding the sound as his other hand gripped Harry's hip, shifting as he arched up. The sensation made him groan again, not hiding how much he was enjoying it as his tongue moved against Harry's. He was going to regret this later, but in that moment all he wanted was Harry Hart.

[fucking_gentleman]

They were both adults and both compromised. Harry's mouth slid to Eggsy's jaw, pressing soft kisses along it to his chin and then down to his throat, tongue pressing to his racing pulse.

"You are, my boy, quite exquisite. Quite, perfectly, exquisite."

[prettyballsy]

Laying back, arching his neck to offer as much as he could to Harry. Every kiss made him whimper and sigh, writhing because damn that felt amazing, and he loved it.

"You make me feel that way," he admitted, voice lower, huskier.

[fucking_gentleman]

Harry worried at Eggsy's collar for a moment, getting the button undone with his teeth to lick at his throat. He shouldn't be, but he wanted and Eggsy wanted and that was enough.

[prettyballsy]

"Fucking hell," he groaned, eyes closing as he shifted, his thigh brushing against Harry's hip. "Harry. God, Harry. You know he's gonna come stormin' in here any minute," he managed, which wasn't that he wanted to stop. Anything but that. Yet he knew, any minute, that alarm was going to go off. Again.

[fucking_gentleman]

"He's busy with work," Harry murmured. He pressed his tongue against Eggsy's pulse again, dragging up slowly. "And we can ignore an alarm if we choose to..."

Someone knocked. Loud and sharp.

"Or he'll think ahead and send someone to check on us."

[prettyballsy]

"Mmm, good poi... Oh. Mmm, that tongue of yours," he groaned, figuring he was going to become a lot more acquainted with it before this was all over.

Or not.

"Go away. Everything's fine. No service is needed at this point," he called.

[fucking_gentleman]

"Gawain. Galahad. I have been assured it would not be ungentlemanly to enter without waiting for permission."

Lamorak. The one person who would blasé his way through finding them in a compromising position because, according to Harry, Alistair had the sexual drive and interest of a rock formation and would feel no embarrassment pulling them apart if he had to.

Harry groaned and nipped where he'd been licking. "James would ask to join in," Harry drawled.