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The next night Merlin invited Eggsy and Harry to dinner. Harry knew it was so that Merlin could take his own measure of the boy by testing him in a multitude of ways. Merlin didn’t possess telepathy, but his empathy was better than Harry’s, and he could read people like an open book when he got their emotions up. It was admittedly amusing to watch Merlin fluster Eggsy for his own amusement, but the tests also told them so very much about Eggsy’s personality and character, as well as the way he thought and felt.

Loyalty was just the tip of the iceberg, Eggsy was very kind, and naive only because he hadn’t had the chance to learn. The boy was clever and could even be cunning in the right circumstances, and also was not queasy around blood, violence, or gore, all excellent traits when seeking companionship when one was a vampire. He did have a vicious streak when provoked but his anger burned hot and fast not slow and long term, if he acted on a slight it would be instant vengeance not methodical plans of revenge. Merlin and Harry both agreed, Eggsy would be the perfect pet once he was trained.

Harry was smiling as they returned to his rooms. “Well done, Eggsy.”

“Wot do ya mean ‘well done’? Are you takin’ the piss? That was a bloody nightmare! I know you said ‘e wouldn’t trus’ me, but I didn’ expect ‘im to ‘ate me like that!”

“On the contrary dear boy, Merlin is actually quite fond of you now. Your emotions last night were too full of fear and confusion for him to really get a good read on you, otherwise he wouldn’t have asked why I had picked you, he would have already known for himself. There are better ways to read someone, but I’m afraid that if he had attempted any of them, I would have been forced to rip his hands off, and considering the two of us have been friends for nearly two thousand years now, well, it’s understandable why that sort of thing would be something we wish to avoid. Now come, it is time to exorcise a few personal demons before we pack, I have a meeting in France tonight, and then a three day stay in Germany. Merlin should have acquired you a passport and retrieved your identification while I was sleeping, since he hardly ever sleeps himself. I did want to introduce you to my own home and staff so you could get acclimated, but needs must. It’s faster just to bring the blood slave this time, we need to get to the jet. I’ll brief you on the way about your duties as my valet.”

After a brutal ten minute beating of a fully aware Dean once Harry had informed Eggsy of Deans’ plans of using Daisy to make money for him in the same way Eggsy had, since Eggsy was locked up for awhile, They packed up and were happily on their way to France. Dean was jerked around harshly on his leash by Eggsy, who gave no care to Dean’s injuries, and smiled with vindictive glee when Harry handed him a small and itchy burlap sack to tie around Dean’s head so as to “No befoul the beauty of France with such an unsightly creature.”

Within the week Eggsy was fitted with a multitude of suits from an array of designers from Milan to Saville Row, all of them off the rack and fitted, but well made and of the highest quality materials. If it weren’t for the government issued collar, until Eggsy spoke to you it would be all but impossible to mistake him for anything other than a young, upper class gentleman. Eggsy of course loved putting an end to that notion right away to anyone who did make that mistake.

Eggsy had only been hesitant around him for the first few days. His duties were quite minor as they traveled, and he was a quick study on what he would have to learn. Though to be fair, house keeping was not the most technically challenging job when you had a well stocked cleaning closet, and Harry also had a book filled with extensive notes on his preferred cleaning methods and the best ways to get blood out of just about anything, and what chemicals should never be mixed.

Eggsy also amusingly tried to ‘test’ Harry’s mind reading, mostly by thinking something with intense focus, or something very amusing, trying to coax a reaction from him. Even though Harry could read the thoughts easily, he ignored them, merely glancing at Eggsy and chuckling about the boy’s fierce expression. When he ‘figured out’ what Eggsy had been up to and informed the young man that he would respect his privacy, and didn’t go poking about people’s minds for fun, he could tell that Eggsy didn’t believe him. So he then demonstrated what it ‘felt’ like when Harry was roaming around his thoughts. Harry might have been deliberately making sure the boy felt his presence, but Eggsy relaxed and stayed that way, which was the entire point of the charade.

As Harry kept his word about respecting his privacy and not needing Eggsy for his blood, or even showing the slightest inclination that he was thinking about it, Eggsy grew quite comfortable with Harry and let them grow closer, since they were of a like temperament and humor. When Eggsy asked him why he had needed a valet when he was barely home for more than three days at a time and literally had a staff at every place they stayed, Harry replied that traveling alone was quite dull, he enjoyed a companion, and Eggsy hadn’t deserved to be at the auction, and so he’d decided to rescue the dashing young man in distress. Harry absolutely cherished the blush that had caused for more than a month.

Meanwhile Eggsy’s dreams became more frequent and intense. Now Eggsy dreamed of Harry at least two times a week. Dreams of him holding the boy, kissing his hand and wrist, not just cupping his cheek but gently tracing his lips with his fingers. Sometimes he had him dream that Eggsy was teasing Harry right back by drawing the thumb that was stroking along his bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it, worshiping it, looking Harry straight in the eye as he did, and silently begging Harry with every thought to replace it with something else, to give him something nicer to suck on. In his dreams Eggsy promised that he would be so good for Harry, show him every trick, every way he knew how to give and take pleasure, whatever Harry wanted. Harry always had Eggsy wake up just as he had either kissed Eggsy hungrily or pinned him down with a promise, making sure that the boy woke up desperately and painfully aroused, aroused to the point that even a cold shower didn’t help, and unpleasant thoughts were never allowed to form, leaving him with no other choice but to jack off while those thoughts were still fresh and vivid in his mind no matter what else he tried to think about.

The whole while Harry continued to pretend he was oblivious to his young valet’s predicament as he maintained a casually professional distance, but still was quite friendly with Eggsy, keeping the boy constantly off balance.

Things nearly reached the level of ‘pining’ at one point, around six months in, entirely by design. Harry had been letting noticeable phrases he had said pop up in Eggsy’s dreams in a much different context, just so he could bring the dream to mind at random times and watch the boy flush charmingly. The intention of blurring the lines between fantasy and reality was almost too easy in that way. Eggsy was already more than half in love with his dream self, so Harry drew closer in the physical world as well. Casual touching, a hand on a shoulder or wrist, or even the boy’s lower back. Everything casual, everything proper and with no hint of lingering or impropriety.

Harry knew it was working after he had intentionally and casually flirted with Eggsy exactly as he had done in Eggsy’s dream once. The hitch of the boy’s breath and the increase of his heartbeat as he recognized the phrase Harry’s dream self had used, was immediately noticeable. That was good, because it meant the idea was growing steadily.

As the months passed, Harry let his gaze linger on Eggsy with a gentle smile for longer periods of time, but always made sure to look away quickly once Eggsy had noticed it. When Eggsy had said something cheeky and amusing, and Harry ‘unconsciously’ ruffled his hair and called him a cheeky brat, only to ‘catch himself’ in the act and snatch his hand back with a quick wide eyed apology and a hasty exit.

Eggsy was confused at first, but the subtle suggestion, that perhaps Harry was fonder of him than either one of them had realized, and maybe it had taken Harry off guard to be close to a mortal. Could Harry possibly, did Eggsy dare even think it, maybe even like him? As in like like him? At least a bit? Eggsy grabbed hold of that suggestion so hard and fast he practically planted and watered it himself, cultivating it carefully, because it was what he wanted to believe. He wanted to believe that Harry actually liked him and cared for him, as more than a simple amusement or a good deed. He was even so bold as to tell Harry that the hair ruffling hadn’t bothered him in the least. And Harry ‘confessed’ that he hadn’t wanted Eggsy to think that he was treating him as a child.

Eggsy started returning the casual touches after that, tiny things, like reaching out to brush away a stray bit of lint from Harry’s suit even after the man was already wearing it, a pat on the shoulder, a pluck of a misbehaving cuff. Even personally reaching over and wiping away a stray drop of blood from the corner of Harry’s mouth, instead of just pointing it out to him. They were all minor things, but also quite telling, telling of Eggsy’s growing ease around him.

It was simple to gradually turn Eggsy’s dreams more… erotic. The deeper kisses, the heated touches, the thrill of literally BEGGING Harry to fuck him as he ground his hips against him. Harry, still composed and in control, did as Eggsy had asked but only because Eggsy had asked. The powerful vampire was at his beck and call, at his command, willing to do only what Eggsy wanted and not a bit more. Eggsy liked that, the idea of having nothing to fear from Harry, and Harry willing to do as he asked.

It was therefore very frustrating to the boy as he interpreted the heated and lingering looks from Harry for what they truly were, and then having Harry remain entirely proper during the day, “clueless” about Eggsy’s return interest and the state of sexual frustration that Eggsy was in more and more, even though Eggsy subtly tried to encourage him. But no, in this case, it would be much MUCH better for Eggsy to be the one doing the chasing.

He eventually let his fangs show up more and more as well in both the physical and the dream world. He’d smile wider around Eggsy, the points elongated just the barest amount. Enough to see, but hopefully not to fear. Eggsy had been bitten before and bitten badly, fledglings cutting their inexperienced fangs on you was no one’s idea of a good time, especially if they didn’t know how to compel, set someone into a drinking haze, or heal the damage. Sometimes all of the above.

Dream Eggsy was far bolder than awake Eggsy was, and Harry started slow, with kissing. Eggsy kitten licking steadily into Harry’s mouth, whimpering when Eggsy daringly licked over his fangs, or having Eggsy moan at the tiny slightly sharper nips to his lips and neck when Harry kissed him. Harry gradually growing bolder, and always asking ‘May I?’ Before the tiniest graze, the smallest bite, just enough for a taste, just enough to drive Harry wild with the promise of more, Never more than Eggsy wanted or could handle, and always licking the wound closed afterward, with a dark and husky ‘I will always take care of you Eggsy’.

Eggsy’s first entirely erotic dream of begging Harry to bite him while the vampire’s hips drove as deep as he could, surprisingly had nothing to do with Harry’s interference whatsoever. To say Harry was proud of himself was an understatement.

A few months later Eggsy was finally to the point of wanking to fantasies of Harry all on his own, fantasies Harry tweaked, letting Eggsy remember the exact cadence of Harry’s voice that sent shivers down his spine, the intense look in his eyes, the purring rumble of “May I?” before letting his fangs sink into Eggsy’s neck this time, all while coaxing an orgasm from the boy that had his spine arching up in pleasure.

When Harry could get Eggsy aroused just with briefly remembering a part of one of those dreams, Harry decided to take things to the next step. He made Eggsy jealous.

The sun had just left the world in dusky colors but not full darkness, when Harry emerged, dressed and ready for the evening.

“Eggsy, I’m going out, and unless things go exceedingly well at my meeting, I don’t expect to be back until at least eleven o’clock.”

“‘Kay. G’nite ‘Arry. ‘ave fun, yeah?”

“I shall strive my best to do so Eggsy.” He said with a fond smile and a steady hand on the boy's shoulder.

It had taken nearly since he had acquired Eggsy to find the perfect toy to bring home, after dealing with legalities and such. He was nearly as young as Eggsy was, with dark brown curly hair, warm brown eyes, slender, intellectual looking, and rather sharply defined features. Aesthetically he was the complete opposite of Eggsy, and best of all, he was a fang trade. Someone with a fatal or debilitating disease, who was willing to be “treated” for the condition with Vampirism. In exchange the vampire could use them however they wished for a set period of time anywhere from a single night to an entire week before turning them, and then while turning them. Though a Triple S (Sex, Sadism, and Servitude) was the most common arrangement.

Vampirism created certain urges, they were predators by nature, though they acted as civilized as possible these days, but the urge to hunt, subdue, control, and kill, it never truly left them. It was how they had once chosen their ‘adopted children’ once upon a time. Most times turning lovers, and people they had come to gain power over, or trust, and sometimes such as in Merlin's case, people they wanted to hurt or destroy. The hated ones were loosed soon afterwards and most couldn’t handle it, and they either starved, or willingly walked into the daylight to be destroyed, rather than live as vampires.

The Old Breed rarely indulged in fang trade these days. Unlike those Turned, whose gifts were fewer and mainly developed over the ages, The Old Breed were born vampires and had a far different relationship and bond if they turned someone. If an Old Breed vampire turned you, you would be in essence their ‘child’ and connected for at least the first hundred years, unless the bond was actually maintained, then it could last forever. That’s why it was unusual for an Old Breed to do it, unless you had already very much drawn their attention for one reason or another. A Turned wasn't as connected, as intimate to one they turned themselves, and the vampires they made were often quite a bit weaker to start.

Though it wasn’t forbidden for The Old Breed, it was considered low brow charity work, a thing that mostly strong Turned vampires usually indulged in for one reason or another, with little risk to themselves. They ‘save’ a life, and get to feel better about themselves for awhile.

Harry did not want to be bound to this one in such a way, so he had asked Merlin for several pints of his blood instead. It showed just how close they were and how much trust was between them that Merlin didn’t even question what he wanted it for, before handing it over the next night.

Besides, he knew from experience that Merlin could always use another minion, and this one was a technical genius that had graduated at fifteen and was also top of the class with two Masters degrees from MIT and two Bachelors from CalTech, was among the top hackers in the world, and was also employed by MI6. Harry binding the boy to Merlin was the man’s anniversary gift.

He turned the papers over to the man for review. “As stated, I shall upon your agreement to the terms, turn you into a vampiric fledgling, and will bond you to a trusted friend and reliable Old Breed Vampire. One who will be much better suited than myself at providing for your needs and comfort in your new life, and with whom I most enthusiastically believe you will appreciate being bound to more than myself. As previously discussed, you must be free for a minimum six month or indefinitely longer adjustment period before returning to mortal society, to be determined by your bond sire as to when he believes you have gained full control over the blood lust, and have mastered sufficient control over your new abilities.”

The boy looked up through his glasses. “And in exchange you just want the change to occur in your private home and desire a Triple S as compensation.”

“That’s correct. Is the agreement to your satisfaction Mister Weatherby?”

“Quinton, please, or Q if you can manage it. I think you are one of about only five people left in the world who even knows my actual legal name even exists anymore, let alone what it is, and I’d like to keep it that way. As for the contract, yes, it’s acceptable to me. I can’t afford-” The young man took a deep breath clenching his fists and closing his eyes briefly. The slight shaking in his hands was noticeable to Harry, as was the flash of pain across his face, too fast for most mortals to catch. it was a long ten seconds before the boy could open his hand again. He had suffered a head injury a couple years earlier and it had triggered early onset ALS and he was steadily losing the ability to use his hands, a devastating debilitation for one such as him. Q took a deep breath “I can’t let this progress any further, it’s affecting my work, and that is entirely unacceptable to me.”

“I understand. Simply sign, we will have it notarized, we shall depart for my home immediately if you wish, and you will be a fledgling in under forty-eight hours.”

Q signed in front of the notary, Harry did as well, and they were off. Q was not as fearful as Harry would have thought him to be. For many mortals the idea of willingly allowing someone to not just drink from you, but to actually intentionally kill you, was something to be avoided. Even if the chances were good that you would survive the experience.

“Come here child.” Harry purred once they were seated in the car taking them back home. Q shivered, but willingly took the Vampire’s hand and allowed Harry to guide him into straddling his lap. Harry was close to being the young man’s type, Q did prefer his men older and gentlemanly, but he liked them being a different sort of dangerous than Harry himself was. A light touch of his power, a casual graze across the pleasure centers in Q’s mind, and Q was every bit the enthusiastically wanton lover Harry required. He marked the boy, kisses, hickeys, grazes of fangs across wrist and neck, anywhere visible. He sampled him, taking tiny sips from shallow cuts that were healed as quickly as they were made, placing him into the seduction of the drinking haze. They were both appropriately disheveled once they arrived, Q enthusiastically groping and touching, and more than half desperate with lust. He let the touch of his power recede, and held Q’s hand all the way inside.

Eggsy was right there waiting, and the shock, hurt, and jealous desperation he felt nearly made Harry smile in triumph. “Ah, Eggsy, wonderful. Impeccable timing as always. This is Q, he’ll be our guest this week. Q, is there anything else you would like before we begin? I am afraid it will rather be your last chance for it for quite some time.”

Q shook his head. “No, thank you.”

“Very well. Eggsy, please bring seven liters of human B Negative, seven liters of human O Positive, seven liters of bovine, six liters of sheep, five liters of sow, and the blood slave to my room please. We will also need a large quantity of towels, and for the whirlpool tub to be filled and heated.”

“Yes, ‘Arry.”

The vicious look Eggsy quickly shot at Q’s back actually did make Harry smile, so he tipped Q’s head up and kissed the young man deeply again before his boy could notice it. Q reacted as he had before, all but throwing his arms around Harry and responding eagerly, before Harry quite easily picked up the svelte young man and carried him to his room.

Harry tended to like talking to his lovers, seducing them as much with his words as he did with his actions, but he couldn't view Q as his lover, merely a convenient pawn. Even from this distance he could tell that Eggsy was absolutely fuming as he went down to the cellars. It would be about thirty minutes before he returned.

“Go to the ensuite Q, you will find all the things necessary to clean your body out as much as possible. Death throes are unpleasant enough without having to deal with that particular part as well.”

“I already anticipated the death throes and prepared accordingly. My last meal was three days ago. I've fasted for the past seventy-two hours, ingesting nothing but clear fluids, and for the past seventeen hours it's been water only. I relieved myself right before you arrived at the notary office, there's nothing to clean out.”

“How methodical. Very well, we will start immediately. I can also administer a powerful muscle relaxer and pain killer to you before you are drained if you wish it.”

“I thought you wanted sadism, why would you offer me a pain killer?”

“I'm flattered that you wish to keep to the letter of our agreement, and that you are so willing, but dear boy, I never said it was you whom I wished to hurt.”

Q's eyes went wide in understanding. “Your Eggsy.”

Harry grinned. “Very good. Now, you will continue as you have been, the wanton slut eager to please, beg, and be bitten and fucked by me, and you will pay not the slightest bit of notice or attention to him whatsoever. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes. Perfectly clear Mister Hart.”

“Wonderful. Now, you have just under thirty minutes before he comes back, and I want you at least naked, kneeling, and with my cock down your throat by the time he gets here. Let's pick up where we left off in the car, shall we? Come here child.”

The thrall hit Q stronger this time, nearly driving the young man to his knees immediately. He shed his clothes as fast as possible and straddled Harry, grinding and kissing and thrusting for all he was worth. True to Harry's wish, Q was still enthusiastically sucking Harry off when Eggsy returned pushing the cart laden with blood containers, and leading his stepfather behind him on a leash.

Eggsy was in utter torment upon opening the door and discovering them in such a state, the jealousy, hurt, and grief warring inside of him for dominance on what he should be feeling, warring with the practical voice in the back of his head stating that since they were not together, hadn't shared so much as a kiss, let alone any sort of declaration of feelings, he had no claim whatsoever on Harry, and therefore, no reason to feel the way he did.

Harry manipulated Eggsy's thoughts, into the boy superimposing himself into Q's place, that he was the one Harry turned to, he was the one Harry desired, he was the one consuming the vampires' attention, while Harry called him Pet, and Lovely, and Darling Boy, making him feel treasured and wanted. Eggsy shivered so hard and got hard just from the idea. Harry broke the spell himself.

“There is a special sheet on my bed right now Eggsy, kindly remove the covers from it and place the towels on it two layers thick. The blood slave may go in the corner for now.”

“Y-yes ‘Arry.”

Eggsy was surprised to find the full rubber sheet underneath the twelve hundred thread count Egyptian cotton sheets, but dutifully unmade the bed and laid down the towels. Harry gripped Q's hair and pulled him off of his cock. 'Get on the bed. Eggsy, you will find manacles tucked under each of the corners of the mattress, and central line kits in the bathroom in the third drawer under the vanity. Please retrieve three kits after you prepare the manacles.”

Eggsy was jealous, but also confused. Rubber sheets, towels, manacles, and a central line sounded far more like an unwilling dinner than an enthusiastic lover, but the amount of blood he'd been ordered to bring was excessive even for two hungry vampires.

Eggsy returned with the kits, to find the young man shackled firmly spread eagle, and Harry fucking into the boy so hard he was screaming and clawing at the rubber sheets. His heart clenched, he could hardly bear to watch, but at the same time couldn't stand to look away. He thought Harry was gorgeous, even if he hated the boy Harry was with more than anything he had ever felt before in his life.

Harry directed Eggsy mentally to prepare Dean with the central line and to set up several IV poles while he finished. Eggsy shuddered as he obeyed with shaking hands, trying not to watch, unable to stop himself from listening, and occasionally looking, as Harry pounded into Q so hard and fast, making the boy scream and arch until he buried his fangs into Q's neck and slammed him into the drinking haze as he came. Q was a shaking and shivering wreck, unable to speak but desperately whimpering, obviously still wanting more, and not having cum. Harry seemed to be done with him for the moment though, getting up and wiping himself down at the basin in the corner, then returning and tending gently to Q, who came violently with just the touch of the wet flannel on his prick. While Q laid there trying to recover from being so thoroughly fucked out that he was dizzy from it, Harry set to work, pulling out a strange looking machine from a hidden panel in the wall and rolling it towards the bed.

“Wossat?” Eggsy queried.

“Dialysis machine, slightly modified for our purposes.” Harry swiftly and methodically inserted the central lines to either side of Q's neck and set up a bunch of black blood bags to the dialysis machine that he took from the cooler in his room instead of the cart Eggsy had brought. By the time that was done Q had recovered and Harry went and turned on the video camera beside the bed. “Last chance to back out, otherwise please look to your right and state your consent to the camera.” Harry told Q, continuing to set up and connect the lines to the machine as needed. He knew the young man was nowhere near changing his mind.

“My name is Quinton Weatherby, otherwise known as Q, Quartermaster of MI6. I am here of my own volition and am under no threat, thrall, or coercion to remain, and have been given every chance to refuse. Knowing the risks and the consequences of my choice, I am giving my full and complete permission and consent to Mister Hart's actions here today, as has already been contractually laid out, signed, and notarized, with my legal counsel present. This is what I want, and Mister Harry Hart has my permission to proceed.”

Q looked away from the camera and nodded to Harry, who nodded back and injected a syringe of something into the central line that had Q going limp and incoherent. Harry turned on the machine now attached to Q's body, and it quickly began draining him of his blood. Eggsy was quiet, trying to understand, when the realization struck him on just how pale Q was becoming, shaking and glassy eyed, his lips going blue, the machine draining him far too quickly. “‘Arry stop! 'S too much! You'll kill ‘im!”

Harry met his eyes with a small smile. “My dearest boy, that is entirely the point.”

Eggsy's eyes went wide with shock as he finally understood. The black bags, fully light proof… that was vampire blood connected to the top of the dialysis machine along with the saline, his stepfather was already connected to extra blood of his own blood type, and the rest... the rest was for a hungry fledgling just born into his fangs. Eggsy felt himself break out in a full body sweat, eyes wide, stomach churning in fear. Many was the time he'd been on the receiving end of a hungry fledgling. He took a step back, and another, until he accidentally bumped straight into Harry. Before he could leap away in shock and apologize, Harry wrapped his arm around the boy's shoulders, settling him unconsciously.

“There is nothing to fear Eggsy, he's shackled securely to the bed and he's being turned with Old Breed blood, he will have far more control than if another Turned had done this. The only one he shall be feeding from is the blood slave, not you. I will not let him harm you Eggsy, you have my word.”

Eggsy was still distraught, but willing to take Harry at his word. He stayed, watching every moment as Q nearly stopped breathing, even as the machine was already pumping the vampire blood into his veins. Three pints in and Q convulsed, then went into a full on seizure, losing control of his bladder and seemingly unable to breathe or even scream. Harry held him down and gave him another injection of the stuff that made him go limp and pliant, then tenderly cleaned him up, and laid him on more clean towels should it happen again. It did. For eight hours the vampire blood was pumped in and out of Q’s body through the dialysis machine, gradually mixing and merging with his own blood, and seeming to force all other fluids out of Q in whatever way possible, and Harry had even added bags of saline, though for what purpose Eggsy couldn’t understand since it seemed to be coming right back out of him.

“It’s kinder Eggsy, to keep them hydrated. No matter how much pain killer I give him, he is awake and aware of every moment, can feel every cell in his body changing, transforming, the DNA of every cell being hijacked by the vampiric code, and rewritten into something new. Vampirism is an invasive virulent bacterial cancer, and there is no cure. To feel your cells screaming for water, to feel so desperately thirsty on top of the pain, it’s just cruel.”

Q was absolutely desperate for Harry when he woke up for the first time, more than halfway paralyzed and begging for his ‘Master’, for his ‘Sire’, looking at Harry like he hung the stars in the sky. Harry took him to the bathroom and bathed him then sat with him in the whirlpool tub heated as high as it could go for three hours to ‘stave off the effects of rigor mortis’ once Q was warm and relaxed and full on another pint of Vampire blood, Harry fucked him so hard Eggsy thought they would break the bed. When Q’s appetite for other blood finally settled into an actual need on the second day, the animal blood was consumed nearly as fast as Eggsy could procure it. On the third day, Q’s fangs were finally long enough to break skin on their own and he broke his fangs in on Dean repeatedly with Harry’s patient guidance, learning every vein and how best to pierce it, learning how much to take, even if he wasn’t satisfied, and how to place a human in the drinking haze, and heal the wounds he left ‘Like a gentleman always should’.

It was a slow lesson for any fledgling to learn especially when desperate or hungry and Dean nearly had his throat ripped out more than once when Q’s claws came in. Harry had also woken Dean from his trance, he was aware and alert even though he was silenced somehow, and Eggsy knew Harry had done it for him. Eggsy had to admit, seeing Dean piss himself in fear from a hungry newborn fledgling coming for him, it was gratifying to see.

For five days Harry fucked and fed and tended Q with the utmost care. And while Eggsy had been scared at first, Harry had been right that by the end of the week Q was nearly coherent to other things beyond Harry’s voice and presence, his eyes even tracked Eggsy's movements around the room. The worst part was that the desperate calls for ‘Sire’ and ‘Master’ had stopped and Q looked more eager by the hour to get away from Harry entirely. Eggsy's jealousy returned a thousand fold.

Q had Harry's undivided attention, his unwavering devotion, had done everything Q had begged for or wanted, and had taken care of him so tenderly. And now Q had the gall to literally hiss at Harry the last time he'd entered, at least until Harry had hooked him up to another bag of vampire blood, and Q had sunk languidly into the sheets without a care in the world. Eggsy would do ANYTHING for Harry to look at him so fondly, treat him that gently, adore him so completely. Harry had saved Q's life and he didn't even seem the least bit grateful about it. Eggsy hated Q with a passion he couldn’t even express.

Merlin arrived that night with four assistant vampires and a reinforced hospital gurney with steel banded straps. He pinned Harry to the entrance hallway two seconds after Eggsy had let them in, kissing Harry with such passion that Eggsy felt embarrassed to even be in the same room, let alone watch it happen. Of course they were lovers, he should have known, and while he might have possibly been able to stand a chance against Q, Eggsy believed there was no way he could ever compete with Merlin of all people. Harry was light years out of his league, the boy repeated to himself stubbornly, now if only he could get over his ridiculously stupid crush. Eggsy breathed deep and tried to remain the innocuous invisible servant since they were both ignoring him anyway, while the assistants went upstairs with the gurney.

Merlin pinned Harry to the wall fully, arms pinned near his head while Merlin sucked and nipped at Harry’s throat. "I got his file, and I'm going to fuck you into next year for this. How in the hell did you find him?"

"Got lucky. You like him then?" Harry gasped with a smile, grinding up a bit towards Merlin’s hips.

"Don't go asking stupid questions Harry." Merlin growled and kissed Harry deeply again.

"Happy Anniversary, Dearest One." Harry replies with a smile.

"You're getting your gift on the actual date, but thank you, Dearheart.”

And Eggsy tries, he REALLY tries to not let his heart get torn to shreds or to feel jealous over Merlin, he has no right, and he KNOWS this, but it’s not easy in the least. The assistants return as swiftly as they left, a snarling Q now bound to the gurney, snarling and hissing and trying to claw his way to freedom.

“Stop.” Is all Merlin says but Q goes limp and stops struggling, his eyes locked onto Merlin, desperate and hungry for approval.

“M-master, Sire, PLEASE.”

Merlin’s touch is so tender, so gentle on Q’s face, that he can’t help but to nuzzle the hand against his cheek, whimpering, blood tinged tears welling up in his eyes.

“Shh it’s alright sweetling, it’s alright, I’m here, you’re mine now. Of course you’re mine, never doubt that. Nothing will keep us apart, we are together for as long as you wish it..”

Q actually sobs in relief and then Merlin’s teeth are in the boy’s neck so fast Eggsy didn’t even see him move. Q keens, and arches to the limits of his bonds, desperate and needy. Had he not been bound to the gurney, Eggsy is sure he would have gripped Merlin as tightly as possible. It takes a moment for Eggsy to see Merlin’s wrist in Q’s mouth, the fledgling drinking deeply and eagerly. The kiss they then share is passionate, drink hazed, and tinged with blood. As soon as Merlin locks eyes with him as he pulls away, Q falls fast asleep .

“Let’s get him home, I want him bound to my bed as soon as possible.” He instructs his assistants, and as quickly as Q had come into their home, that’s as swiftly as he leaves it again. Merlin shares a final deep kiss with Harry, glances at Eggsy with a piercing gaze, a slight smirk, the barest nod of the head, and a genial “Eggsy.” Before he too is gone and it’s just himself and Harry again, but it also feels like all of the air has been sucked out of the room along with Merlin’s entourage.

The silence between them was heavy for long moments. “‘E called ‘im Sire, an Master. Thought that wos you, seeing as you turned ‘im an all.”

“I turned him yes, but I did not bond with him. I would never be so cold and clinical with one who belonged to me, and besides, it was Merlin’s blood, the bond therefore belongs to him. Q was a present Eggsy, to Merlin, for our anniversary. When my family moved from Rome to Northern Britannia very near Scotland, his family and mine became fast friends and allies. We grew up together and when our fangs finally descended, it was within three days of each other. We shared our first hunt together, bonded and became blood brothers over that hunt, and have been necessarius fidus immortalis ever since.”

“‘Ow exactly is ‘e gonna be a presen’ when ‘e’s already turned? Merlin don’t get anyfin from i’ if ‘e drinks from ‘im.”

“He can’t feed from him and satisfy his hunger this is true, but they can still share blood. They are bound Eggsy, Q is now his child, his lover, his kin, for at least the next hundred years, or longer, should Q wish it. And I know from what I have seen in their minds they will be well suited and very close. They are alike in a lot of ways and Merlin now has Q’s skills and a link into MI5 at his disposal, which is worth a thousand times more to him than Q’s blood could ever be. MI5 is one of the few places he didn’t have a strong foothold, and now he has the special forces quartermaster. The things those two will undoubtedly create together will change our world and probably make Great Britain comparable to Japan in tech advancement in the next twenty years.”

“ An ‘ow wossat cold an clinical? You wos fuckin ‘im like i’ was your last go on earth, an’ treated ‘im like fuckin royalty.”

“Oh, my dear Eggsy, when I actually want someone, you’ll know it. When I turn someone for myself, I will not hook them up to a cold machine for hours and days, denying myself the sweetness of our blood mingling in their veins before I draw it back out of them before returning it once more. I will not for a moment deny them my touch. I will fuck them far more than the bare minimum that my nature demands of putting a fledgling in their place. There will be no chains to restrain the violence, no shackles to subdue them from destroying my things. I won’t need to, they will be so fucked out they won’t have the strength. I will coax them through every seizure, ease every spasm, keep them warm at every moment, and break their necks if they are in too much pain so that their nerves cannot fire until they have been remade. I will spoil them silly, gorge them on blood until they are utterly sated, and sleep with them in my arms. I will let them actually experience killing with their first fangs, and let them know the joy of fucking and killing at the same time. When I truly want someone, I am all but addicted to them. Believe me Eggsy, the way I treated Q was almost cruel when making one of our kind, it lacked intimacy on every level, but that was because he was not to be bound to me. Someone who is mine, They would be… cherished, beyond all measure.”

Eggsy felt himself blush so hard that he had no prayer of Harry not seeing it. Maybe Harry was just feeling merciful, because he didn’t comment, just led them into the kitchen, where he fixed a meal for Eggsy that was so delicious it should be illegal, and Eggsy had no idea what it even was. If what he had seen was Harry being cruel, there was a niggling desire now to see Harry being kind and possessive, towards him if he was being honest.

It was all Harry could do not to smirk in triumph. Eggsy’s emotions were all but his to manipulate at will now. They were nearing the end of their first year together, perhaps he should try and challenge himself to have Eggsy as his by the halfway mark.

That night, Harry barely had to do anything. Eggsy’s dream was explicit already, so Harry made it hyper real, the kind of dream where you can’t even be sure you were dreaming, even when you wake up. Eggsy felt everything, the bite deep into his thigh, three fingers buried knuckles deep while Harry’s other hand jerked him off. The dizzy floating feeling of the drinking haze and your blood pressure dropping quickly. Eggsy was wild with it, could hardly hold still, actually woke up with a loud cry, that ended with him furiously jerking off twice before his poor cock had enough and went still. Eggsy’s breathing and heartbeat didn’t even out for another half hour, and the expletives, both verbal and non, lasted twice as long as that.

Eggsy was halfway calmed down when Harry slipped one final thought into Eggsy’s fully awake mind. What would it be like, for him to kiss Harry, just once, to get it out of his system? Harry didn’t need supernatural hearing to hear the “Fuck me” groan from his lair, but it didn’t stop him from smiling and replying “Soon” to the quiet stillness of his lair, and an Eggsy who couldn’t hear him.