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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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[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.

[prettyballsy]

Eggsy frowned, making a face at that announcement outside the door.

"WHoever told you that lied," he called even as he laid back on the bed. "And no," he said with a snort. "Mine," he said, not even thinking about saying it. "I mean... You know... Okay you're biting and I can't think."

But he had meant it but that didn't change Harry had him distracted.

[fucking_gentleman]

Harry nibbled again, just lightly, as the door opened and Alistair came in, calmly walking over and grabbing the back of Harry's robe and tugging.

"Galahad... behave. Deflowering Gawain in medical is hardly showing your appreciation of his person."

That, more than the hand, made Harry sit up and look at Alistair.

[prettyballsy]

"Hey! What the hell do you mean deflower. What kind of insinuation is that?"

Of course that was what he focused on, even if he had never been with another bloke before.

"And he is behaving. I'm dressed and everything. I wouldn't let him hurt himself," he said, hurt they thought he wouldn't protect Harry. Even if he was smitten with him.

[fucking_gentleman]

"No, he's right. You deserve better." Harry would be moved by that if nothing else. He sat himself up, hand lingering on Eggsy's chest, but not teasing or feeling.

"No, you wouldn't let him hurt himself," Lamorak agreed. "But you would let him carry you away like that and he wouldn't let you know if he was unwell. Someone dislikes any perception of weakness in himself. Also, Harry, James isn't with us anymore. Roxanne is Lancelot now, remember?"

Harry frowned slightly, then his eyes went wide as he clearly did remember. "Oh Lord. Of course."

[prettyballsy]

Eggsy was glaring though, feeling less like a Kingsman and more like a chastized child. Expression hard, that practiced cold he had worked on so much.

"I hurt him enough, before and after," He said, voice flat and less with the accent he normally cared. Kingsman and distant. "I won't do it again."

"He'll remember. He's working on it." Protective and angry, even if it wasn't his place.

[fucking_gentleman]

"Harry. Behave." Alistair nodded slightly. "Also, Lancelot is looking for you, Gawain. Something about revenge for keeping schtum?"

Harry would take a guess who she was planning revenge against and he didn't envy Merlin. "Thank you, Alistair. We'll be fine. Go away, please."

[prettyballsy]

Eggsy was the new kid. He hadn't been together as much as these two. It didn't change that tightness in his chest, the reaction he had to Dean which he knew was fucking inappropriate right now but that didn't change how he was feeling.

"Roxe knows where I've been," he noted, because he figured everyone knew. Not that he was bothered by seeing her. She was right. Revenge sounded just about right. "I'll find her in a sec."

[fucking_gentleman]

Alistair nodded slightly and left them alone.

Harry pulled Eggsy up right. "You need to not be in my bed if I'm going to have any chance of behaving and not ravishing you, I'm afraid."

[prettyballsy]

He was quiet a minute. "I upset him, didn't I?" He hadn't meant to. He was just.... Running enough testosterone to kill. "Shit. I have to apologize," he muttered, glancing at Harry.

"Right. Of course. Got it," he said, accept still muted. "I'll... I should apologize and see Roxy and then I'll stay to the chair," he said, wondering if he had screwed up with Harry too.

[fucking_gentleman]

"No. Nothing upsets Alistair." Harry was visibly fighting the urge to touch Eggsy, because he wanted to and he knew Eggsy wanted him to.

"Until we can go somewhere... like my home."

[prettyballsy]

"Yeah well..." He knew he was being a dick. At least he was coming to realize that. It was a lesson.

He leaned in, kissing Harry's cheek once more, even as he shifted to get off the bed. "Let me go plot with Roxe, and don't you go warning him we're plotting," he said, meaning it.

"And when they realize me, and you want me there, I'll be there."

[fucking_gentleman]

"Why would I warn him? In face, I insist you do something extra as payback from me for leaving me in that hospital."

He shifted to occupy the space Eggsy had left. "When I'm allowed out," he promised.

[prettyballsy]

"Good. We'll make it work and he'll pay," he said, staring down at him for a long time. "You know I don't want to go, right?"

Because he was already reaching out to stroke Harry's cheek.