[FIC] Good Cop, Bad Cop - Chapter 1/3 (ENG)
Title: Good Cop, Bad Cop
Author: sevenswells
Betas: breathtaken (AO3) and A_bit_not_good_yeah (AO3)
Rating: Explicit
Fandom/Pairing: Kingsman (2015), Harry Hart/Gary "Eggsy" Unwin/Merlin
Warnings/Tropes: Daddy Kink, Threesome (M/M/M), Mildly Dubious Consent, Praise Kink, good daddy!Harry, bad daddy!Merlin, desperate!Eggsy
Status: Ongoing, chapter 1/3
Summary: Gary “Eggsy” Unwin feels a lot like the Statue of Liberty these days, inasmuch as he’s carrying around a giant torch for his former-mentor-turned-boss at Kingsman, Harry Hart. He decides to confess, knowing full well that Harry is already involved with Merlin, Kingsman’s cyberwizard. At any rate, getting them off his chest will probably make those inappropriate feelings go away, right? Except they don’t. As it happens, Merlin doesn’t like people touching his things, but for Eggsy… he wants to make an exception.
Or: the one where Eggsy has not one but two daddies; a good one, and a bad, bad one.
Notes: God it feels so freaking GOOD to be posting fic again, even though it's very naughty and I really shouldn't because I'm behind on my blasted RL work. Ah, well. Some people just want to watch their own life burn and all that.
This is only the first part, second part coming up as soon as I'm done with it and have sent it to beta
Word count: 2951 w. (so far)
Also available on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/3640995/chapters/8043297
The confrontation with Merlin had been a long time coming. A very predictable chain of events had been leading up to Eggsy walking the corridor to Merlin’s office with his heart in his throat and cold, sweaty palms that he kept rubbing against his expensive trousers ; so all things considered, he should have bloody well been able to prevent it. He actually liked his job at Kingsman. He didn’t want to lose it because he’d been too stupid not to fuck everything up with Harry.
His first mistake had probably been to confess his stupid fucking puppy love to he-who-had-effectively-become-his-boss.
“Well I. I’m flattered, Eggsy, I really am,” Harry had said, obviously at a loss for words. “But I’m. I’m afraid I can’t… reciprocate...”
“It’s fine, Harry, I know about, er, you and Merlin. I just wanted to get it out of the way once and for all. Y’know. Just so we’re clear. So I can just. Move on now. Yeah ?”
They had both laughed awkwardly after that, not really knowing why, and then Eggsy had handed over the hard drive he’d retrieved from the North Korean pseudo-nuclear facility and their fingers had brushed. Just as cliché as that. Like in that kind of movie. Their fucking fingers had brushed, and the drive had clattered to the floor, producing the most blood-chilling sound Eggsy had ever heard.
So of course Merlin had been thoroughly fucked off about it, calling them clumsy fucking marshmallow-fingered tech Phillistines, but thankfully he’d still been able to retrieve the data despite the minor damage from the shock. And maybe it had merely been Eggsy’s paranoia and his uneasiness around Merlin after the stunt he’d pulled with Harry, but he could have sworn that, amidst the swearing and fussing over the electronic components, Merlin had thrown him the kind of soul-piercing glance that had made him think Merlin knew precisely why his precious tech had ended up on the floor.
Which - Merlin knew a lot of stuff, yeah, but even he couldn’t have psychic powers, right ? Right ?
Eggsy hadn’t been worried, though, because he’d confessed and now that the proverbial cat had been pretty much catapulted out of the bag and gone splat on the wall, those inappropriate feelings for his fucking boss had been bound to go away.
Yeah, right. So much for that.
A consistant sexual tension had lingered between Harry and Eggsy afterwards, every time they were alone, the pinacle of which Eggsy had thought would be the time the fucking vindictive Tchetchenian mercenaries had attacked the shop. Eggsy had been deployed as Harry’s - Arthur’s - personal security and they had somehow ended up together in a broom cupboard, uncomfortably close and breathing each other’s air, with Eggsy trying to keep his boner out of the way so Harry wouldn’t feel it against his thigh. Good times.
But still, like the fucking idiot he was, he’d thought the thing he had so bad for Harry would recede somehow. Because it had to.
Eggsy should have seen the clusterfuck coming, because it was simple maths really, an addition of mistakes resulting in being deep in shit - even a fucking primary school kid could have been able to work out as much - but the worst fucking mistake of his life, hands down, had been the aftermath of the mission in Somalia which had gone completely tits up.
When he’d returned to England, he’d gone directly to see Harry in his home because what the fuck else had there been to do? At least that had been the excuse he’d formulated in his head.
Harry had looked concerned, of course he had, finding him on his doorstep and probably looking like shit warmed over. He’d offered him a strong drink, and then to spend the night in the guest bedroom, because he was a decent guy - more than decent ; he was a fucking hero and Eggsy… well Eggsy had been pretty fucking lost and confused after the useless torture and death of Gawain who’d fallen to enemy’s hands, but that was how the fucking game went, innit ?
If he’d been honest with himself, he would have at least admitted that it hadn’t just been because he couldn’t talk to his mom - or anyone else, really, what with Roxy halfway across the world at the time - about the job that he’d ended up at Harry’s place that night.
To put it another way : if Harry and Merlin had actually been living together as a couple, Eggsy probably wouldn’t have shown up at their place. For some reason though, despite the fact that they definitely were an item, Harry and Merlin lived apart, and hadn’t that little fact arranged very well Eggsy’s affairs?
He hadn’t kept to his room like he should have done, like anyone who wasn’t a devious messed-up little fucker would have done. He’d gone upstairs, to Harry’s bedroom, like a child who’d been having nightmares, and yes he hadn’t been able to sleep but he should have still waited for sunrise instead of seeking Harry’s affections in the middle of the night, seeking Harry’s gentle hands and his deep brown eyes giving him undivided attention.
And yet.
And yet Harry had let him climb into bed with him - please Harry nothing weird I promise I just I just need I need to - it’s okay Eggsy I understand we’ll just -
Eggsy never heard what they were "just" supposed to do because they’d ended up kissing, breathlessly, hands in each other’s hair, panting in each other’s mouth when they’d broken apart and then dived for it again, on Harry’s fucking bed. Of course it’d been Harry who had put a stop to the proceedings, with stupid cliché words like no Eggsy we shouldn’t but Eggsy hadn’t wanted to hear any of it. He’d been so desperate and needy he’d fucking begged,
“Harry please, please, you can do anything to me, anything, you can have me any way you want, I’d do anything, suck your cock or, or you can fuck me if you want, just fuck me, it doesn’t have to mean anything--”
He’d come to regret those last few words, because up until Eggsy had uttered them Harry had seemed to be at war with himself; whereas as soon as they’d come out, his expression had hardened into a resolute frown, like his mind had been made, and he’d firmly pushed Eggsy away.
"Go back to your room, Eggsy," he’d said with finality, and Eggsy had had no choice but to obey. Then when Harry’s door had closed behind him, he’d had the supreme humiliation to hear a key turning in the lock - as though Harry couldn’t have trusted him to respect his wishes anymore. And maybe that had been entirely justified - because that night Eggsy had crossed so many boundaries he might as well have called himself Vladimir fucking Putin from then on.
Merlin pivoted on his swivel chair just as Eggsy entered the office, then took his time to appraise him coolly.
He knew, then. Eggsy could imagine Harry doing the right thing once again and telling his significant other about their slip-up, it’s the most embarrassing situation, really, the silly little chav I found in the gutter has developped some form of hero worship for me and he thinks he stands a chance…
Alright, maybe he wasn’t fair to Harry ; he had definitely felt that there had been something between them that fateful night and Harry had been nothing but a gentleman each time he’d rejected him.
“It seems Gawain’s death has affected you a lot,” Merlin deadpanned, without so much as a warning.
Eggsy nearly stumbled over himself, completely thrown off balance. Of all the fucking things…
“He was a good bloke,” he shrugged, aiming for casual. “He made shitty puns all the time. Didn’t know him all that well, other than that.”
His throat clamped down at that, but he forced it a bit to gulp down quickly-thickening saliva and it was fine.
Merlin sighed through is nose as he sat back in his chair. If only he could stop looking so concerned when Eggsy had all but shagged his life partner....
“Eggsy, quit that stiff-upper-lip bollocks, you’re shite at it. I wonder where you got that from. Kingsman don’t expect you to be machines, for chrissakes. We have a perfectly competent psych unit that we pay a bloody fortune to provide the best service possible, and even if you don’t want to deal with them, Harry’s not the only one you can confide in…”
Eggsy shifted uneasily from one foot to another.
“Yeah, I know. But Rox - Lancelot, I mean, was in Nicaragua…”
“There’s me,” Merlin interrupted. Then looked disappointed at Eggsy’s double-take. “You can come and talk to me. I’ll be there for you, you shithead,” he finished simply, his tone even. He took off his spectacles and proceeded to clean them with the hem of his sweater.
“Alright,” was all Eggsy could manage, not promising anything, although he did feel… lighter, somehow.
“And now the important stuff’s out of the way,” Merlin said, peering through the glasses he held away from his face to check if he’d missed a spot, “I believe we have to talk about my things, and how I do not like people touching them.”
Eggsy braced himself, waiting for the blow. Satisfied with the result of his cleaning, Merlin calmly put his spectacles back on to level a hard stare at Eggsy.
“I could tell you to fuck off and not do it again,” Merlin continued as Eggsy kept silent, “but let’s face it, it will happen again and we all know it. I could fire you, because that flaming torch you carry for him actually is disruptive to the work, like how you handled the only remaining Tchetchenian mercenary finding you both in that cupboard last time HQ was attacked…”
“Prick tried to harm H-Arthur,” Eggsy protested. He could take all the shit he deserved from Merlin but that was pushing it. Merlin pulled a bitchface for the ages.
“Are we going to go over this again ? He was wounded, confused, trying to escape, and Bedivere had purposefully spared him for interrogation before he somehow managed to give him the slip.”
“He was armed and a threat!”
“The only weapon he had left was a knife, and indeed he went after Arthur with it, but he barely managed to graze the bulletproof suit with it. Besides, you were deployed as Arthur’s protection only because it’s protocol. As you very well know, Arthur is perfectly capable of handling by himself a half-impotent dimwit waving a fucking toothpick around. At least admit that emptying your whole fucking charger in the poor bastard’s face was a tiny bit of an overreaction.”
Eggsy ground his teeth stubbornly, frowning at his shoes. He hadn’t apologized at the time, and he wouldn’t now. Another long-suffering sigh from Merlin.
“Anyway, you’re a good agent, Eggsy, and it would be ridiculous to fire you because you can’t keep it in your pants, so I won’t.”
He couldn’t contain a wince. Fuck but Merlin didn’t fuck around ; bastard was as blunt as he was bald. Still, he released the breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. “Flaming torch” be damned, he was glad he could keep his job.
“Besides, it seems Harry is ridiculously partial to you, too… although, contrary to you, he could take this inclination to his grave without ever acting on it. Which is part of your whole shtick together, of course. He has too much control, you don’t have enough.”
Eggsy’s head snapped up like a PEZ dispenser. Come again ? Harry was what to who now?
“At any rate,” Merlin kept on, “we have a problem. Answer me this honestly: do you really want Harry that much ?”
No need to hesitate, he was not one to hide or play coy, especially about something as important as that. He looked Merlin square in the eye as he gave the most honest answer in his life:
“More than anything.”
Merlin took it in stride, eyes dead serious.
“Prove it. Kneel.”
Eggsy thought he’d heard wrong, but Merlin seemed expecting something and didn’t repeat the order, which had resounded between them like the crack of a whip.
“What ?” He uttered stupidly.
“You can’t have Harry,” Merlin clarified. “He’s mine. But maybe we can work something out. If you kneel for me.”
Merlin liked to play high-stakes games. Merlin was a crafty motherfucker. Was it a kind of test, or something else entirely? Eggsy had no way of knowing where this was leading, but felt everything depended on how he would react. He looked around him, trying to get a clue. They were in the middle of the day, the door to the office wasn’t locked. Anybody could come in, to find Eggsy kneeling in front of Merlin, right there on the carpet… The thought brought a weird, twisted feeling of excitement and he was surprised at himself when his dick stirred ever so slightly. There had been one time, only once, when money had been scarcer than usual and he’d decided to sell sexual favours on the fly… some pudgy bloke in his fifties had asked Eggsy to call him “daddy” as Eggsy had straddled his lap in a parked car. Eggsy hadn’t done it, but his dick had gone from semi to rock hard in mere seconds. He hadn’t given it much thought afterwards, since the guy had paid good money anyway and it hadn’t happened again.
Merlin was still waiting, not giving away anything. If he was taking the piss or trying to humiliate Eggsy as a form of vengeance, it could be the end of Eggsy’s hard-earned reputation at Kingsman. But on the other hand… if what was in the balance was Harry Hart…
“Right, thank you for your time…” Merlin said, as he was about to pivot back to his desk to signal his offer had just expired.
Ah, but what the fuck.
“No, no, no, wait. Merlin, wait.”
Mind cleared of all thoughts but Harry, Eggsy went down on one knee, then the other. Then, for good measure, although he wasn’t sure himself why he was doing it, he crossed his hands behind his back and dropped his chin, eyes downcast.
“Very pretty,” he heard above him.
He was not expecting the compliment, and his dick seemed to take an interest again. Probably because it brought back a certain warped nostalgia of his rent boy days, just as much as the dark, gravelly quality of Merlin’s voice made his spine tingle and his cock twitch.
“May I touch you?”
He nodded briefly, expecting Merlin’s hand to land anywhere on his body but the top of his head. It was hardly more appropriate anyway, as they were still in the middle of Merlin’s office in the middle of the fucking day. Merlin started petting him like a cat, carding his fingers through his hair - a nice sensation, as Merlin drew his chair closer and rambled in Eggsy’s ear:
“You see Eggsy, I have a few specific sexual preferences that Harry can’t always cater to. Same goes for his preferences and me. We love each other, and we can find ways to make it work, but to put it bluntly, we’re both dominants, albeit of different types. We don’t necessarily need you, but maybe, just maybe you’d be a nice addition if you could fit.”
The word “dominant” awoke yearning in Eggsy he could barely contain. Merlin’s fingers slid to his nape and he lightly scratched his nails at the base of Eggsy’s skull, making Eggsy want to fucking keen. Merlin wasn’t touching him anywhere else and that was still enough to make the front of his trousers look like a fucking circus tent.
“What do you see in Harry, I wonder?” Merlin’s voice sounded just a shade amused. “Not that I don’t understand, the man fucking is delectable after all, but what makes you so desperate to have him? Is it the mentor/protégé thing? Is it the fact that he’s so much older than you?”
Merlin drew even closer, until his lips were directly touching the sensitive shell of Eggsy’s ear, causing him to shiver all over as he whispered, “Do you want to call him your daddy?”
His eyes went wide with shock as he looked up at Merlin, who smirked wolfishly, knowing he’d struck gold. He pushed his chair back and his glasses up his nose, resuming his previous, innocuous enough position, except he was leaving Eggsy panting, confused as hell and still kneeling on his carpet with an uncomfortable boner.
He crossed his legs casually and extended his raised shoe towards Eggsy’s face.
“Kiss it,” he ordered.
Eggsy’s first reaction would have normally been to tell him to fuck off and kiss his arse instead, but he knew this was what would seal the deal. Plus he was off his mind with how turned on he was; so he craned his neck and applied his lips to the top of Merlin’s shoe. He figured it wouldn’t hurt to go the extra mile and show how eager and willing he was, so he pressed them there for probably longer than was needed and shot a look at Merlin through his lashes. Once their stares connected, he held Merlin’s and proceeded to stick his tongue out to lick at the leather as though it was ice cream. Merlin barked a short laugh, a fond one, as he adjusted himself in his trousers and announced, with a glimmer of what Eggsy could triumphantly read as hunger in his eyes,
“Yes. Yes, we could make this work.”
Author: sevenswells
Betas: breathtaken (AO3) and A_bit_not_good_yeah (AO3)
Rating: Explicit
Fandom/Pairing: Kingsman (2015), Harry Hart/Gary "Eggsy" Unwin/Merlin
Warnings/Tropes: Daddy Kink, Threesome (M/M/M), Mildly Dubious Consent, Praise Kink, good daddy!Harry, bad daddy!Merlin, desperate!Eggsy
Status: Ongoing, chapter 1/3
Summary: Gary “Eggsy” Unwin feels a lot like the Statue of Liberty these days, inasmuch as he’s carrying around a giant torch for his former-mentor-turned-boss at Kingsman, Harry Hart. He decides to confess, knowing full well that Harry is already involved with Merlin, Kingsman’s cyberwizard. At any rate, getting them off his chest will probably make those inappropriate feelings go away, right? Except they don’t. As it happens, Merlin doesn’t like people touching his things, but for Eggsy… he wants to make an exception.
Or: the one where Eggsy has not one but two daddies; a good one, and a bad, bad one.
Notes: God it feels so freaking GOOD to be posting fic again, even though it's very naughty and I really shouldn't because I'm behind on my blasted RL work. Ah, well. Some people just want to watch their own life burn and all that.
This is only the first part, second part coming up as soon as I'm done with it and have sent it to beta
Word count: 2951 w. (so far)
Also available on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/3640995/chapters/8043297
The confrontation with Merlin had been a long time coming. A very predictable chain of events had been leading up to Eggsy walking the corridor to Merlin’s office with his heart in his throat and cold, sweaty palms that he kept rubbing against his expensive trousers ; so all things considered, he should have bloody well been able to prevent it. He actually liked his job at Kingsman. He didn’t want to lose it because he’d been too stupid not to fuck everything up with Harry.
His first mistake had probably been to confess his stupid fucking puppy love to he-who-had-effectively-become-his-boss.
“Well I. I’m flattered, Eggsy, I really am,” Harry had said, obviously at a loss for words. “But I’m. I’m afraid I can’t… reciprocate...”
“It’s fine, Harry, I know about, er, you and Merlin. I just wanted to get it out of the way once and for all. Y’know. Just so we’re clear. So I can just. Move on now. Yeah ?”
They had both laughed awkwardly after that, not really knowing why, and then Eggsy had handed over the hard drive he’d retrieved from the North Korean pseudo-nuclear facility and their fingers had brushed. Just as cliché as that. Like in that kind of movie. Their fucking fingers had brushed, and the drive had clattered to the floor, producing the most blood-chilling sound Eggsy had ever heard.
So of course Merlin had been thoroughly fucked off about it, calling them clumsy fucking marshmallow-fingered tech Phillistines, but thankfully he’d still been able to retrieve the data despite the minor damage from the shock. And maybe it had merely been Eggsy’s paranoia and his uneasiness around Merlin after the stunt he’d pulled with Harry, but he could have sworn that, amidst the swearing and fussing over the electronic components, Merlin had thrown him the kind of soul-piercing glance that had made him think Merlin knew precisely why his precious tech had ended up on the floor.
Which - Merlin knew a lot of stuff, yeah, but even he couldn’t have psychic powers, right ? Right ?
Eggsy hadn’t been worried, though, because he’d confessed and now that the proverbial cat had been pretty much catapulted out of the bag and gone splat on the wall, those inappropriate feelings for his fucking boss had been bound to go away.
Yeah, right. So much for that.
A consistant sexual tension had lingered between Harry and Eggsy afterwards, every time they were alone, the pinacle of which Eggsy had thought would be the time the fucking vindictive Tchetchenian mercenaries had attacked the shop. Eggsy had been deployed as Harry’s - Arthur’s - personal security and they had somehow ended up together in a broom cupboard, uncomfortably close and breathing each other’s air, with Eggsy trying to keep his boner out of the way so Harry wouldn’t feel it against his thigh. Good times.
But still, like the fucking idiot he was, he’d thought the thing he had so bad for Harry would recede somehow. Because it had to.
Eggsy should have seen the clusterfuck coming, because it was simple maths really, an addition of mistakes resulting in being deep in shit - even a fucking primary school kid could have been able to work out as much - but the worst fucking mistake of his life, hands down, had been the aftermath of the mission in Somalia which had gone completely tits up.
When he’d returned to England, he’d gone directly to see Harry in his home because what the fuck else had there been to do? At least that had been the excuse he’d formulated in his head.
Harry had looked concerned, of course he had, finding him on his doorstep and probably looking like shit warmed over. He’d offered him a strong drink, and then to spend the night in the guest bedroom, because he was a decent guy - more than decent ; he was a fucking hero and Eggsy… well Eggsy had been pretty fucking lost and confused after the useless torture and death of Gawain who’d fallen to enemy’s hands, but that was how the fucking game went, innit ?
If he’d been honest with himself, he would have at least admitted that it hadn’t just been because he couldn’t talk to his mom - or anyone else, really, what with Roxy halfway across the world at the time - about the job that he’d ended up at Harry’s place that night.
To put it another way : if Harry and Merlin had actually been living together as a couple, Eggsy probably wouldn’t have shown up at their place. For some reason though, despite the fact that they definitely were an item, Harry and Merlin lived apart, and hadn’t that little fact arranged very well Eggsy’s affairs?
He hadn’t kept to his room like he should have done, like anyone who wasn’t a devious messed-up little fucker would have done. He’d gone upstairs, to Harry’s bedroom, like a child who’d been having nightmares, and yes he hadn’t been able to sleep but he should have still waited for sunrise instead of seeking Harry’s affections in the middle of the night, seeking Harry’s gentle hands and his deep brown eyes giving him undivided attention.
And yet.
And yet Harry had let him climb into bed with him - please Harry nothing weird I promise I just I just need I need to - it’s okay Eggsy I understand we’ll just -
Eggsy never heard what they were "just" supposed to do because they’d ended up kissing, breathlessly, hands in each other’s hair, panting in each other’s mouth when they’d broken apart and then dived for it again, on Harry’s fucking bed. Of course it’d been Harry who had put a stop to the proceedings, with stupid cliché words like no Eggsy we shouldn’t but Eggsy hadn’t wanted to hear any of it. He’d been so desperate and needy he’d fucking begged,
“Harry please, please, you can do anything to me, anything, you can have me any way you want, I’d do anything, suck your cock or, or you can fuck me if you want, just fuck me, it doesn’t have to mean anything--”
He’d come to regret those last few words, because up until Eggsy had uttered them Harry had seemed to be at war with himself; whereas as soon as they’d come out, his expression had hardened into a resolute frown, like his mind had been made, and he’d firmly pushed Eggsy away.
"Go back to your room, Eggsy," he’d said with finality, and Eggsy had had no choice but to obey. Then when Harry’s door had closed behind him, he’d had the supreme humiliation to hear a key turning in the lock - as though Harry couldn’t have trusted him to respect his wishes anymore. And maybe that had been entirely justified - because that night Eggsy had crossed so many boundaries he might as well have called himself Vladimir fucking Putin from then on.
Merlin pivoted on his swivel chair just as Eggsy entered the office, then took his time to appraise him coolly.
He knew, then. Eggsy could imagine Harry doing the right thing once again and telling his significant other about their slip-up, it’s the most embarrassing situation, really, the silly little chav I found in the gutter has developped some form of hero worship for me and he thinks he stands a chance…
Alright, maybe he wasn’t fair to Harry ; he had definitely felt that there had been something between them that fateful night and Harry had been nothing but a gentleman each time he’d rejected him.
“It seems Gawain’s death has affected you a lot,” Merlin deadpanned, without so much as a warning.
Eggsy nearly stumbled over himself, completely thrown off balance. Of all the fucking things…
“He was a good bloke,” he shrugged, aiming for casual. “He made shitty puns all the time. Didn’t know him all that well, other than that.”
His throat clamped down at that, but he forced it a bit to gulp down quickly-thickening saliva and it was fine.
Merlin sighed through is nose as he sat back in his chair. If only he could stop looking so concerned when Eggsy had all but shagged his life partner....
“Eggsy, quit that stiff-upper-lip bollocks, you’re shite at it. I wonder where you got that from. Kingsman don’t expect you to be machines, for chrissakes. We have a perfectly competent psych unit that we pay a bloody fortune to provide the best service possible, and even if you don’t want to deal with them, Harry’s not the only one you can confide in…”
Eggsy shifted uneasily from one foot to another.
“Yeah, I know. But Rox - Lancelot, I mean, was in Nicaragua…”
“There’s me,” Merlin interrupted. Then looked disappointed at Eggsy’s double-take. “You can come and talk to me. I’ll be there for you, you shithead,” he finished simply, his tone even. He took off his spectacles and proceeded to clean them with the hem of his sweater.
“Alright,” was all Eggsy could manage, not promising anything, although he did feel… lighter, somehow.
“And now the important stuff’s out of the way,” Merlin said, peering through the glasses he held away from his face to check if he’d missed a spot, “I believe we have to talk about my things, and how I do not like people touching them.”
Eggsy braced himself, waiting for the blow. Satisfied with the result of his cleaning, Merlin calmly put his spectacles back on to level a hard stare at Eggsy.
“I could tell you to fuck off and not do it again,” Merlin continued as Eggsy kept silent, “but let’s face it, it will happen again and we all know it. I could fire you, because that flaming torch you carry for him actually is disruptive to the work, like how you handled the only remaining Tchetchenian mercenary finding you both in that cupboard last time HQ was attacked…”
“Prick tried to harm H-Arthur,” Eggsy protested. He could take all the shit he deserved from Merlin but that was pushing it. Merlin pulled a bitchface for the ages.
“Are we going to go over this again ? He was wounded, confused, trying to escape, and Bedivere had purposefully spared him for interrogation before he somehow managed to give him the slip.”
“He was armed and a threat!”
“The only weapon he had left was a knife, and indeed he went after Arthur with it, but he barely managed to graze the bulletproof suit with it. Besides, you were deployed as Arthur’s protection only because it’s protocol. As you very well know, Arthur is perfectly capable of handling by himself a half-impotent dimwit waving a fucking toothpick around. At least admit that emptying your whole fucking charger in the poor bastard’s face was a tiny bit of an overreaction.”
Eggsy ground his teeth stubbornly, frowning at his shoes. He hadn’t apologized at the time, and he wouldn’t now. Another long-suffering sigh from Merlin.
“Anyway, you’re a good agent, Eggsy, and it would be ridiculous to fire you because you can’t keep it in your pants, so I won’t.”
He couldn’t contain a wince. Fuck but Merlin didn’t fuck around ; bastard was as blunt as he was bald. Still, he released the breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. “Flaming torch” be damned, he was glad he could keep his job.
“Besides, it seems Harry is ridiculously partial to you, too… although, contrary to you, he could take this inclination to his grave without ever acting on it. Which is part of your whole shtick together, of course. He has too much control, you don’t have enough.”
Eggsy’s head snapped up like a PEZ dispenser. Come again ? Harry was what to who now?
“At any rate,” Merlin kept on, “we have a problem. Answer me this honestly: do you really want Harry that much ?”
No need to hesitate, he was not one to hide or play coy, especially about something as important as that. He looked Merlin square in the eye as he gave the most honest answer in his life:
“More than anything.”
Merlin took it in stride, eyes dead serious.
“Prove it. Kneel.”
Eggsy thought he’d heard wrong, but Merlin seemed expecting something and didn’t repeat the order, which had resounded between them like the crack of a whip.
“What ?” He uttered stupidly.
“You can’t have Harry,” Merlin clarified. “He’s mine. But maybe we can work something out. If you kneel for me.”
Merlin liked to play high-stakes games. Merlin was a crafty motherfucker. Was it a kind of test, or something else entirely? Eggsy had no way of knowing where this was leading, but felt everything depended on how he would react. He looked around him, trying to get a clue. They were in the middle of the day, the door to the office wasn’t locked. Anybody could come in, to find Eggsy kneeling in front of Merlin, right there on the carpet… The thought brought a weird, twisted feeling of excitement and he was surprised at himself when his dick stirred ever so slightly. There had been one time, only once, when money had been scarcer than usual and he’d decided to sell sexual favours on the fly… some pudgy bloke in his fifties had asked Eggsy to call him “daddy” as Eggsy had straddled his lap in a parked car. Eggsy hadn’t done it, but his dick had gone from semi to rock hard in mere seconds. He hadn’t given it much thought afterwards, since the guy had paid good money anyway and it hadn’t happened again.
Merlin was still waiting, not giving away anything. If he was taking the piss or trying to humiliate Eggsy as a form of vengeance, it could be the end of Eggsy’s hard-earned reputation at Kingsman. But on the other hand… if what was in the balance was Harry Hart…
“Right, thank you for your time…” Merlin said, as he was about to pivot back to his desk to signal his offer had just expired.
Ah, but what the fuck.
“No, no, no, wait. Merlin, wait.”
Mind cleared of all thoughts but Harry, Eggsy went down on one knee, then the other. Then, for good measure, although he wasn’t sure himself why he was doing it, he crossed his hands behind his back and dropped his chin, eyes downcast.
“Very pretty,” he heard above him.
He was not expecting the compliment, and his dick seemed to take an interest again. Probably because it brought back a certain warped nostalgia of his rent boy days, just as much as the dark, gravelly quality of Merlin’s voice made his spine tingle and his cock twitch.
“May I touch you?”
He nodded briefly, expecting Merlin’s hand to land anywhere on his body but the top of his head. It was hardly more appropriate anyway, as they were still in the middle of Merlin’s office in the middle of the fucking day. Merlin started petting him like a cat, carding his fingers through his hair - a nice sensation, as Merlin drew his chair closer and rambled in Eggsy’s ear:
“You see Eggsy, I have a few specific sexual preferences that Harry can’t always cater to. Same goes for his preferences and me. We love each other, and we can find ways to make it work, but to put it bluntly, we’re both dominants, albeit of different types. We don’t necessarily need you, but maybe, just maybe you’d be a nice addition if you could fit.”
The word “dominant” awoke yearning in Eggsy he could barely contain. Merlin’s fingers slid to his nape and he lightly scratched his nails at the base of Eggsy’s skull, making Eggsy want to fucking keen. Merlin wasn’t touching him anywhere else and that was still enough to make the front of his trousers look like a fucking circus tent.
“What do you see in Harry, I wonder?” Merlin’s voice sounded just a shade amused. “Not that I don’t understand, the man fucking is delectable after all, but what makes you so desperate to have him? Is it the mentor/protégé thing? Is it the fact that he’s so much older than you?”
Merlin drew even closer, until his lips were directly touching the sensitive shell of Eggsy’s ear, causing him to shiver all over as he whispered, “Do you want to call him your daddy?”
His eyes went wide with shock as he looked up at Merlin, who smirked wolfishly, knowing he’d struck gold. He pushed his chair back and his glasses up his nose, resuming his previous, innocuous enough position, except he was leaving Eggsy panting, confused as hell and still kneeling on his carpet with an uncomfortable boner.
He crossed his legs casually and extended his raised shoe towards Eggsy’s face.
“Kiss it,” he ordered.
Eggsy’s first reaction would have normally been to tell him to fuck off and kiss his arse instead, but he knew this was what would seal the deal. Plus he was off his mind with how turned on he was; so he craned his neck and applied his lips to the top of Merlin’s shoe. He figured it wouldn’t hurt to go the extra mile and show how eager and willing he was, so he pressed them there for probably longer than was needed and shot a look at Merlin through his lashes. Once their stares connected, he held Merlin’s and proceeded to stick his tongue out to lick at the leather as though it was ice cream. Merlin barked a short laugh, a fond one, as he adjusted himself in his trousers and announced, with a glimmer of what Eggsy could triumphantly read as hunger in his eyes,
“Yes. Yes, we could make this work.”