Hartwin and "don't listen to them. Don't you ever LISTEN to them."
‘Mongrel’ rang in Harry’s ears over and over as he walked towards the hotel room. He moved quickly despite the crushing weight of shame in his gut.
Looking back, he should have known better than to bring Eggsy to a dinner party at Chester’s.
He’d just been so drunk on amore and Eggsy’s vibrant smile, all he could think of was rubbing his happiness in everyone’s face. Not that it was any sort of excuse.
Harry slid his card through the scanner and opened the door to his quiet hotel suite. He sniffed the air and followed the scent to Eggsy.
It was a very well known fact that there was bad blood between vampires and werewolves. But it was old, and younger generations had moved past it for the most part. He remembered meeting Eggsy on the street and being surprised by the blatant appreciation in the young pup’s face.
He’d been coaxed along easily, but then again, Harry had reputation for being more open minded than most of his associates. The get together had been a stuffy scene of veiled insults and long winded, prejudiced epithets every time Harry’s back was turned.
Merlin liked Eggsy, James said he was ‘rather darling all things considered,’ and Percival had even offered a brief smile upon his introduction.Harry hadn’t realized anything was wrong until Eggsy had stormed out suddenly, red faced and scowling.
“Eggsy?” Harry should have never put him in that position. He should have protected his fledgling relationship with the beloved young man. He tentatively nudged the door open and peered inside.
The immediate heat from the bathroom steamed up his glasses. Harry frowned and took them off, tucking them into his pocket.
Eggsy was in the round, sunken tub, scrubbing his skin red. He didn’t even glance up when Harry knelt down beside him.
“I can’t tell you how sorry I am,” Harry said quietly.
“Don’t matter,” Eggsy muttered, his eyes flashing green to gold, green to gold. “They’re right. I’m just a pleb, just a...mongrel.”
Harry’s heart clenched at the tired resignation on Eggsy’s face. "Don't listen to them.” He said urgently, grabbing Eggsy’s shoulder. It was unacceptable that Eggsy would accept those slanderous, ridiculous lies. He pulled Eggsy up, cupping his jaw and staring at him hard. “Don't you ever listen to them.”
Eggsy scoffed and tried to look away but Harry held him fast.
“Nonsense,” He said firmly. “You’re a wonderful young man, that doesn’t change because of the circumstances of your birth or blood.”
He wanted to kiss the doubt off of Eggsy’s face, so he tried. For a moment Eggsy was stiff, and Harry wondered if he’d be shoved away.
Then Eggsy sighed and relaxed against him. Harry toed off his shoes, but paid little mind to getting the rest of his clothing wet. He broke the kiss; Eggsy whined at first, but distracted himself with removing Harry’s jacket.
Harry stuck his feet in the tub, and shrugged off his jacket before he pulled Eggsy against his chest. He grinned at Eggsy’s wet wriggling and kissed the top of his head.
“Should take your stupid suit off,” Eggsy muttered, a pout evident in his voice. “Gonna make the water linty.”
He almost responds that Eggsy would smell like wet dog, but it wouldn’t be the right climate for those sort of jokes for a while. Instead he released Eggsy and stood up to strip.
Eggsy watched him, eyes settling on gold. “And just so you know, your friends are a buncha pricks.”
Harry hummed, dropping his trousers and stepping out of them. “It’ll please you to know I threw whiskey in Charlie’s face.”
“It pleases me,” Eggsy laughed. He sat back and made grabby hands at Harry. “Hurry up.”
He stepped down into the tub once he was fully undressed and Eggsy climbed into his lap.
This was the sort of thing he’d been imagining when he invited Eggsy on holiday to meet his friends. “I’ll make this up to you,” He said with his lips against Eggsy’s neck. His fangs grazed the skin ever so slightly and Eggsy shivered. “Just tell me how.”
“Not your fault,” Eggsy smiled over his shoulder at Harry, his own sharp teeth inviting and libertine. “Can we do it against the window?”
“We can do it against the window,” Harry shook his head and nipped at Eggsy’s lip.
They were a bit too distracted to continue the conversation after that. But Harry felt the ache from that night for a long time afterwards. He’d do better, he promised silently with Eggsy well fucked and slumbering on his chest. He’d make Eggsy understand his esteem, and maybe, finally, start to believe it for himself.
