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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Kingsman_(Movies)
  Relationship:
      Harry_Hart_|_Galahad/Gary_"Eggsy"_Unwin, Merlin/Gary_"Eggsy"_Unwin, Harry
      Hart_|_Galahad/Merlin
  Character:
      Harry_Hart_|_Galahad, Gary_"Eggsy"_Unwin, Merlin_(Kingsman)
  Additional Tags:
      Puppy_Play, Shota, Dubious_Consent, Sexual_Slavery, Slavery, Daddy_Kink,
      Grooming, Training, Manipulation, soft_mention_of_very_bad_things, like
      torture_??
  Series:
      Part 2 of Rubber_Tails_and_Squeaky_Toys
  Collections:
      Dark_Kingsman_Block_Party:_Halloween_Challenge_2016
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-10-31 Words: 2381
****** The Most Unfair Night of them All ******
by Violencio
Summary
     Fill for the DKBP Halloween Challenge!
     This fic had to use these words here: Summon, Candy, Decay,
     Masquerade, Blood (Nobody ever specified how important to the story
     to those words had to be ;) )
      
     Eggsy is not very happy that all the delicious sweets are
     disappearing whenever the doorbell rings.
It was not fair, that much was sure. And if Eggsy was honest, it wasn’t just a
single thing that was not fair today.
Daddy had been buying lots of sweets lately. Big bags of chocolate, jelly
babies and confectionary wrapped in pretty, colourful papers – all the nice
things that would make Daddy say Not for puppies, flick Eggsy’s nose and then
do give him a piece or two when Master wasn’t looking.
But as it turned out, this time, it really was not for puppies. Eggsy had been
enthusiastic when Daddy filled it into a big plastic bowl, not too different
from the bowls Eggsy got his own food in, wiggly hips circling his Daddy’s legs
hopefully. But the bowl stayed on the kitchen table, and no matter how often
Eggsy would push up onto just his back paws, showing off his belly to beg
nicely, he’d only get his fur ruffled and not be offered a treat.
While that wasn’t quite nice, it was only getting worse, more and more unfair
as the day progressed. Eggsy had been given his lunch already, Master being
back busy on his phone while Daddy was going through his wardrobe, apparently
looking for something, as the doorbell rang. Immediately, Eggsy yipped, running
up to the front door, barking for attention – just in case his owners missed
the loud sound. Now, it was quite clearly very unfair that they were staying at
Daddy’s while getting guests. Why? Daddy’s door didn’t have a window, so it was
quite tricky for Eggsy to see who was actually coming for a visit. He had to
run down the corridor and climb up the stairs to run to Daddy’s bedroom to
press his face against the window, hoping that the curtains wouldn’t be pulled
shut so he could try to squint outside and down the balcony to take a glance at
whoever was outside.
Master once said it was better that way. Said that they didn’t have to worry
about their puppy being seen by people that shouldn’t. Eggsy wasn’t too eager
to agree, too curious not to appreciate the nice, open window door.
It was a little hard to tell who had rung the bell – by the time Eggsy was
upstairs, Daddy had already opened the door and… and they seemed to be already
leaving? Eggsy woofed a little unhappily, eyebrows furrowing. That was a quick
visit. Maybe just another parcel? The pup heard the door closing already, so he
hurried back down again. Quick little steps, the shuffling of his paws just
lessening as he had to climb down the stairs again – didn’t need to fall down
again, and Master was very stern about his puppy walking down like all good
puppies with his front first, not his bum.
Just as Eggsy reached the lower floor, he saw Daddy carrying the big plastic
bowl into the kitchen. The puppy yipped, hips swaying happily. Maybe it was now
time for treats? As Eggsy caught up with Daddy in the kitchen again though, the
bowl was back on the kitchen table and the puppy didn’t receive anything but a
casual pat on the head. Unfair. “The first trick-or-treaters?”, Master asked
from the living room, but Eggsy hardly paid attention, too busy with being
unhappy about not having any candy. “Mhm.”, Harry hummed in confirmation, and
the soft sound of Daddy’s hum did make Eggsy perk up a little – before the
doorbell rang again. “The curse of living in the nicer part of town… Everyone
expects you to have the best candy.”, Harry chuckled, as Eggsy was already off.
A ringing bell expected a very clear procedure, after all – yipping, checking
the door, running upstairs, trying to see who was visiting them, coming back
downstairs as the door was closing.
And ah! Once more, the candy bowl! Eggsy was quite able to spot it from the top
of the staircase – but hey, hasn’t there been those mushy, creamy chocolate
bars with those brown bite-y bits on top? If Eggsy wasn’t mistaken, there were
only chewy sweets on the top of the bowl… Of course, it would be easier to tell
if he would get any closer to the bowl, but no, it was once more placed onto
the kitchen table, and not next to the fridge to Eggsy’s water bowl. No chance
to make anything but a guess.
It didn’t take long, and the door rang again. Yipping, running, pressing noses
against windows, climbing down the stairs, getting excited at the bowl before
getting disappointed again – the process was repeating itself over and over,
until Eggsy was quite sure that yes, there were less and less sweets, the more
often Daddy opened the door. And maybe Eggsy only knew that because Daddy had
to refill the bowl. Twice.
Needless to say: Sharing sweets with whoever was at the door and not with Eggsy
was very unfair. But not even that was the end of it. Time was passing, it was
getting dark outside, Master even turned the reading lamp on, and Eggsy was
already getting pretty exhausted from running up and down. He’d rather spend
his time curling up next to Master’s seat, before inching closer. And closer.
And closer, till he was finally curled around his feet, and maybe even pulled
up into his lap. Instead, whenever Eggsy even got to move the first time, the
doorbell rang again, and he jumped up with a yip once more, Daddy following his
suit, grabbing the sweets while Eggsy was still trying in vain to look at
whoever it was that was getting all their candy.
As the puppy climbed down the stairs this time though, even Master was
standing. Eggsy’s eyebrows furrowed for a moment, but it was quite apparent
what was happening. With the mobile to his ear and trying to get into his
jacket hurriedly, telling Daddy to hurry up, it was more than obvious that they
had to leave to work. Important work too, or they might have taken Eggsy with
them. Instead, the pup was simply shooed out of the way as Daddy had to run up
the stairs Eggsy just so carefully climbed down. Pouting a little, the pup
moved to sit on his pillow in the corridor, watching Master getting dressed.
How unfair that they had to leave. “Be good pup, do you hear? No trouble.”,
Master warned him quite sternly, but Eggsy couldn’t quite help but wiggle his
hips a little bit anyway. Of course he’d be no trouble – he was a good boy,
after all.
Well. If he had known that… that the bell wouldn’t stop ringing once his owners
would have left, he might have not been too sure about that, though. Nobody
ever came to visit when his owners weren’t home – so Eggsy only suspected it
could be those candy stealing meanies again. He yipped, a little unhappily as
there was no one he could bring attention to, before once more moving to climb
the stairs. It was dark outside by now. Really, properly dark. There were a
couple of lights on at the neighbouring houses, but even those few bits of
yellow illumination didn’t quite help to distinguish the figures downstairs.
Without the door closing downstairs, though, Eggsy didn’t have a reason to
climb those stairs again, staying at the window and simply trying to see who
was there, woofing a little bit more. Time passed, Eggsy’s forehead slowly
growing cold from the cool glass, as the people downstairs decided to move. And
as they did, Eggsy wasn’t quite sure if they were people anymore.
A lot of things were difficult to judge if never given the opportunity to.
Comparing sizes, for example, if both things weren’t present at the same time
at the same distance. So there wasn’t really a chance for Eggsy to tell that
those downstairs were children, just as he’d be – if he weren’t a puppy, silly.
Even if he could understand that those were children and not full grown humans
from upstairs, he would not. Because, as far as Eggsy was concerned, not having
seen any make up quite like this… Those people downstairs? Monsters. All of
them. He had his own mask, of course – but his mask was leather and very sleek,
and not quite as terrifying as whatever that black thing was one of them was
wearing – no. As far as Eggsy was concerned, they weren’t wearing anything,
weren’t masquerading themselves – they simply had black, plastic things as
faces, green skin or big horns growing out of their heads. And finally, the
rubber scythe swung through the air by giggling kids made Eggsy’s heart race,
terrified to lose his paws or tongues as not few other puppies had.
He screamed – a long howl of terror, before many, many barks followed, growing
more and more agitated. Daddy and Master weren’t home, so it was his
responsibility to chase off those beasts, make sure nothing happened to him, to
Daddy’s house and to protect both his owners.
And for a moment, it seemed like it worked – after looking up a little
confused, the beasts moved along, not quite able to see anything in the dark
room after all. It was probably just some animal as well…
But just as the first group left, the next one came, emerging from the darkness
of the street to approach Daddy’s house and ring his bell, being greeted by
nothing but Eggsy’s angry barks. And his heart wouldn’t stop beating, as one
group after the other came and left, and came and left. They all just wanted
the precious candy, Eggsy was sure, summoned by the bowl in the kitchen.
The bowl in the kitchen! Maybe, if Eggsy could just get rid of it, they would
stop coming… As the next group of monsters was defeated by no one but the
bravest of puppies, Eggsy was quick to climb down the stairs again – and maybe,
now that Master wasn’t home, even with his bum first. It was so much easier to
get down backside front, after all, less worry of slipping too…
So there he was. In the kitchen, on the table, there was still the large bowl
of candy, and right below it, there was Eggsy. And somehow, he’d just have to
get… rid of it. Rather quicker than later, the puppy realized as the bell rang
again, and he started to bark loudly again, fighting his instincts to run up
once more. It was easier thought than done, though. A tiny little pup like
Eggsy couldn’t just look over the table top as his owners did. The piece of
furniture was towering in front of him, and no amount of yipping or scratching
against the feet with his paws helped to get it to buckle. Mh.
Somehow, certainly, there had to be a way… Usually, of course, Eggsy wouldn’t
think of that. He was a good boy after all, but… This here was different. He
had to get rid of all the monsters, after all! So he let his head work –
literally. He pushed his head against one of the chairs, trying to push it back
so maybe he could climb onto it and then the table --- but suddenly, the
kitchen light was turned on, and Eggsy jumped. Jumped enough to hit his head
against the brim of the wooden chair, pain making him whimper and shy away,
before he could even focus enough to look who turned the door on. Instead of
seeing any monster that got inside to steal some candy, though, Eggsy saw no
one but his Master – and the relief was immediate.
The puppy yipped and bustled to his owner, smiling broadly as his hips danced.
He would have happily pressed himself through his Master’s legs, and twisted
around his feet for a while, but Master’s eyebrows were furrowed together in
worry. “What did you do, pup?”, he asked, and Eggsy shrunk a little. Still, he
was a good boy, and didn’t shy away as Master moved to crouch and pull him
closer by his collar, twisting his head up a little to inspect his forehead.
“What happened?”, Daddy asked while slipping out of his shoes and hanging his
jacket. “Stupid puppy hit his head against the chair.”, Master muttered, and
Eggsy’s cheeks warmed up a little in shame. “Oh.”, Daddy said, moving to stand
in the doorway of the kitchen. “Is he alright? Wasn’t even waiting at the
door…”, Daddy pointed out, and Master shook his head. “He’s fine, no blood,
will just be a bump.”, he answered matter of factly, before he sighed and
leaned forward to kiss Eggsy’s boo quickly. “Probably just a little disoriented
for now, all the noises from outside… Didn’t even tear up yet.”, Master mused
and stood up. “I’ll grab a plaster.”, he said before moving upstairs, going to
change into his night attire just as well.
“Not even crying, mh?”, Daddy pointed out as he stepped inside the kitchen to
glance over his puppy as well, before extending a hand to ruffle his hair.
“What a big boy you are growing to be.”, he praised softly, before moving to
the bowl on the kitchen table, picking up one of the pieces of wrapped
delicacies. Once more, Eggsy’s eyes grew hopeful, and he shuffled closer to his
Daddy, rubbing his face against his shins, glancing up with big, shiny eyes.
“And you don’t even seem to be scared, huh? On the scariest night of the
year…”, Daddy laughed, before pressing the piece of chocolate against Eggsy’s
lips.
Oh, if Daddy knew… But Eggsy’s mouth swallowed greedily, the pup too focused on
the candy to slowly dissolve on his tongue to realize any eyes on him, hoping
that not far too far from now, those plump little things would be swallowing
quite different things just as eagerly… For now, all that Eggsy knew, was that
even the most unfair nights could end with a sweet little bang…
If the night even ended now. Another ring of the bell, another loud bark.
Maybe, Eggsy had to be on guard for a little while longer…
 
“Oh, and Harry?”, Merlin shouted from upstairs.
“Yes, love?”
“Could you make me some decay-ffeinated coffee while you’re in the kitchen?”
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