" Congratulations, Harry Hart. You've been included in Satan's Naughty List."
Harry stood rooted on the spot, stupefied at the sight of a young blond with horns and a prehensile tail. Actually, those details took secondary notice to the black thigh high stockings, leather garter belt and red fur cloak with black trimmings.
Harry was a spy and trained to think on his feet on any kind of situation.
For this case however, another type of anatomy was doing the thinking, especially with the way the stranger was lying seductively on the floor near the fireplace.
"I got your gifts on the table." The stranger drawled." But that's not the only things that you'll be getting tonight."
" I beg your pardon." Harry inquired, surreptitiously looking down on his drink and wondering if Merlin got him drugged and set him up for an elaborate prank. He wouldn't put it past the quartermaster.
" It's a new thing you see. " The tarted up demon smiled ." We can't always let the other side have their fun during the holidays."
Harry eyed the gift on top of the table. It was wrapped in black paper and tied up in a tasteful red bow.
The demon rose up and sauntered towards him as Harry put down his glass on the table and opened the gift. It contained a set of expensive and rare sex toys.
"And you also got me for the night as your present."
Harry didn't need further encouragement as he held the delectable creature's hand and led him to his bedroom
Here’s some demon!Eggsy because there needs to be some of it out there. There is some violent that is typical to the canon content. And you know some language.
Out in the Kentucky sun Harry Hart bleeds and drifts somewhere between the world of the living and the world of the dead. Trapped between his slanted view of pavement and memories of days long past. All thoughts of Valentine gone from his mind.
After many years of service Harry’s stared death in the face more often than most. Each time he’s come away intact. Merlin’s accused him of being the luckiest bastard to walk the planet but his old friend doesn’t know one of the oldest secrets Harry has guarded since his knighting. Harry doesn’t have incomprehensible luck but he does have a secret weapon as it were. One that should be along shortly if their history has any dependability to it.
Sure enough the ghastly trainers appear in his line of blurred half-vision.
“Half a mind to let ya die one of these days Hart.” Eggsy growls, sounding upset as he kneels beside his mortal charge. “You know what you need to do.”
Harry can’t be certain if his imagination is at work or if Eggsy is grazing his claws through his hair, certain to come back bloody. The implied demand for Harry to seek his help clear in the way Eggsy’s brand burned onto Harry’s body flared with uncomfortable heat. They had both been here before many times. Eggsy distemper for such things only worsened with each instance, his distaste for humanity worsening to see what they continued to do to his mortal.
“...E..ggsy...” Harry managed breathing it out more than saying it. His head throbbing in agony for even that much.
“You don’t get to die, Hart. Remember that.” Eggsy said as his brand became a white-hot point against Harry’s skin that would have caused him to scream had he the breath or strength to.
Blessedly the world fell away to darkness for Harry after that.
Eggsy comes from a shadow and takes Galahad’s seat at the table startling Chester King nearly into arrhythmia. Eyes dark as he takes in the fright of a man who plays with the world like a chessboard. It’s disappointing how woefully plain King is, just one more mortal for the pile.
“What do you think you’re doing here?” King demands in a means that reveals his history of obedient followers.
“Something I’ve wanted to do for a long time.” Eggsy replies honestly. For years he’s endured Harry subjected to this man’s whims and temper. Watched him send Harry to places he shouldn’t be for Eggsy to mend back together again. Were it not for Merlin, Eggsy very well might have burned the whole thing to the ground for the transgressions against his property.
Of course King pulls a gun on him not that it does anything. The man’s wrinkled face hardens.
Eggsy only laughed at the weapon pointed at him.
“You’re mad aren’t you?” King question but waits for no answers. Rhetorical, no doubt. “I don’t care what you want.”
Eggsy doesn’t even so much as twitch when King pulls the trigger. His body goes limp in the seat and his blood spatters onto the dining room carpet. Creates thin rivulets on the back of the chair and the seat as he bleeds from the gunshot wound.
Chester King only lays the weapon down and reaches to pour himself a drink. Napoleonic brandy meant to toast the fallen knights. Propriety rather than sentiment makes him toast.
“To Galahad.” King mutters to the dining room. Hardly sparing the body in Galahad’s seat any mind.
A grave mistake on Chester’s part.
The chuckle begins when King rests his glass against the table. When he looks Eggsy is staring back at him eyes impossibly dark and deep. It raises hairs - sheer human instinct at work - like the chill of someone walking across your grave.
“Like you didn’t send Harry to his death back there.” Eggsy accuses as his wounds stitch closed. “Saw it myself.”
Mind trying to make sense of something so impossible King starts to stand and snatches for the pistol on the table. Only to halt before pulling the trigger to see a Kingsman issued pen in the little beast’s fingers.
Turning it between his fingers Eggsy regards the old man. “He ain’t your little straw doll, King. He’s mine.” Possession snarled across the glossy table top Eggsy depresses the pen.
Chester King looks truly shocked even before he feels the toxin start to do its work. Doubling at the waist and tumbling back into his seat. Looking more frail and depressing than ever. Huffing around his shock and the pain as the poison eats away at him.
“You little prick...” King groans out.
Eggsy stands and stares down at the man. “Be happy I did it quick. I got a world to save for Harry.”
When Harry awake in medical he only closed his eyes again and reached for the button in his lap. Something that was unnecessary with the two guests in his room.
“Easy Harry.” Merlin said and reached to hit the call button on the wall as well before pulling the handheld away to not get in the staff’s way. “You’re safe.”
But when Harry opened his eyes he was looking for the other room’s occupant. Sure enough Eggsy was at the foot of the bed smirking down at him from beneath one of those dreadful snapbacks he enjoyed. Eggsy always claimed the sun hurt his eyes. Still Harry missed the newsboy’s cap he used to favor more each day.
“I know.” Harry said around his parched throat.
Merlin didn’t react when Eggsy curled his fingers around Harry’s ankle in an iron grip. It ached but Harry appreciated the tether to the living world at the moment. When he walked the line it was always difficult to hold his bearings at first.
Merlin was going to usher the nurses in to see to his friend not able to see the demon keeping his position at the foot of the bed.
“You’re mine Hart. Never forget that.”
Harry would have laughed if he could have around the dryness of his throat and mouth. He’d be hard pressed to forget his owner with the literal brand burned into his hip. The tattoo that Merlin still complained about.
Yet despite it all Harry always slept more soundly once he got the damn thing. Maybe because he didn’t need to worry what eyes watched him in the dark.
