Works Best Under Duress-Mike/Harvey (Suits)
Mike walked into Harvey’s office, requested paperwork in hand. Harvey and another man were standing opposite each other, very close, and Harvey barely glanced at Mike. “Mike, I need you to go make copies of the Bower Brief,” Harvey said shortly, waving his hand dismissively.
“But I thought I was sitting in on this meeting,” Mike said, confusion and hurt clouding his eyes as he stepped closer to Harvey.
“Mike, trust me, you’re not good enough to handle this,” Harvey said, keeping his eyes away from Mike, his voice cold. “Just go finish that brief, if you can do that competently.”
“Ok,” Mike said, voice almost a whisper, eyes down, as he turned and walked out of the office. As he walked past Donna, she stopped him with a hand on his arm.
“Don’t take it personally,” she said softly, gesturing with her head back towards Harvey’s office.
“Hard not to,” Mike responded, eyes still glued to Harvey in the office. “It is really uncomfortable in there. Look at that body language. I know Harvey well enough to know he is really tense right now and…and afraid.” Stepping closer to the glass, Mike suddenly froze, the color draining from his face. “Gun.”
“What?” Donna leapt from her chair, but Mike gestured her back.
“The way his coat is hanging, you can tell there’s a gun under there, and where his hand is, it’s clearly pointing it towards Harvey,” Mike said in a rush. “He got me out of there so I wouldn’t get hurt. Now you need to get everyone out of here, right now, call the cops as soon as you’re clear of the building. Do it subtly though, don’t do anything that might startle this guy.”
Donna grabbed his hand and started pulling him towards the exit, but Mike shook him off. “I’m going to get Harvey out,” Mike said determinedly, and took off running.
As Donna whispered to the others in the office, who left in twos and threes, fighting to hold back the fear on their faces, Mike skidded into the law library. He made a beeline straight for the shelves of books on the far right side, knocking a few law tomes off to create footholds. Shrugging off his jacket, Mike gripped one of the heavy shelves and pulled himself up.
Gritting his teeth, heart beating fast at the exertion and the thought that, at any minute, he could hear gunshots and Harvey fall, he forced his aching arms to haul his body onto the top of the bookcase. One final pull, and he collapsed into the vent.
Crawling carefully through the vents, Mike closed his eyes for a second, running through his mental map of the building. Taking a left turn, he found himself directly over Harvey’s office. The tense conversation below drifted up to him, and Mike positioned himself to be able to see through the vent.
“Do you even care about anyone?” the man yelled. “Anyone? Because you sure as hell didn’t care about my wife when you didn’t get us the settlement we needed to pay for her cancer treatments!”
He snatched Harvey’s phone out of his pocket. “I bet you don’t even have any friends or family in your phone, just clients you can screw over.” He scrolled through the phone. “Speed dial number one, Mike Ross. And there’s even a picture of him, and he’s actually smiling at you. In fact, this is that kid who came in here and you yelled at him. Devotion without cause. I wonder if he’s still in the building.”
Harvey lunged for the phone, but the man had already hit speed dial one, and suddenly “Living on a Prayer” blared from the vent directly above their head.
Mike reacted on instinct, dropping the phone and crawling as far away from it as fast as he could. Seconds later, a shot went straight through the bottom of the vent, shattering Mike’s phone, and missing Mike by centimeters. Thinking quickly, Matt let out a pained groan, one that sounded like he was very hurt and definitely dying, and then let his body thump hard onto the floor of the vent tunnel and lay perfectly still.
“Mike!” Harvey’s scream was guttural, anguished, and it was all Mike could do not to call back, to let Harvey know he was fine, but he knew that would definitely result in him actually getting shot. “Mike, please answer me, Mike!”
“Now you know what it’s like to lose the one person you actually love,” the man said, laughing cruelly, and Mike silently crept back up to the lip of the vent so he could see again, just in time to see Harvey, blinded by tears, recklessly launch himself full force at the man, slamming him back into the wall, screaming words that didn’t even make sense, all that was clear was Mike’s name being shouted over and over.
Harvey’s hands were around the man’s throat, the man was raising the gun to Harvey’s ribs, and Mike knew he had to act. Kicking the vent door open, he dropped down, directly onto the man who had been holding Harvey hostage. The man dropped the gun, and Mike pinned him down, struggling to keep the man’s thrashing limbs in check.
“Harvey, grab the gun!” Mike called, but heard no movement, and turned to see Harvey simply staring at him, frozen. “The gun!” The second request, coupled with the man’s fist hitting Mike squarely in the jaw, caused Harvey to react, and he snatched up the gun, pointing it at the man’s head with trembling hands.
The police suddenly swarmed in, Donna hovering right behind them, but Harvey kept a tight grip on the gun, finger flickering near the trigger. “Sir, put the gun down!” the lead policeman called, but Harvey didn’t react.
“Hey, Harvey,” Mike said softly, rising and walking slowly over to Harvey, laying his hands over his. “I’m right here, okay, you don’t have to shoot this guy, he didn’t actually hurt me. Except for a weak punch to the jaw, but a little bruise won’t kill me.”
Harvey deflated, body sagging, gun dropping to the ground, and Mike caught him, finding himself suddenly snatched into an embrace, Harvey’s hands gripping tightly to his back, hard enough to rip holes in Mike’s shirt. “Jesus, Mike,” Harvey choked out, body shuddering. “I thought…I heard…you…”
“It didn’t hit me,” Mike assured him, rubbing his back, ignoring the crowd that had gathered, focused solely on Harvey. “I just had to make him think it had so he’d stop shooting, and I could buy some time to get down to you.” Harvey’s hands moved just enough to roam over Mike’s body, as if searching for blood or bullet holes, and Mike grabbed Harvey’s hands, putting them on his chest, steadying them with his own. “I’m fine.”
And then Harvey leaned in, his lips slamming into Mike’s, the force hard enough to knock Mike backwards. But Mike didn’t let any space come between them, kissing Harvey right back, pressing into Harvey’s still-shaking body, leaning into the arms Harvey wrapped tightly around him, letting Harvey hold him as close as he needed. “So this is how you out us, huh?” Mike teased gently, kissing the side of Harvey’s neck. “Couldn’t just bring me to a nice company dinner, like I’ve been suggesting for weeks, huh? Had to maul me in front of everyone.” He sighed with relief as he heard a genuine laugh escape Harvey’s lips.
“Sir, we’re going to need a statement,” the lead policeman tried again, as the rest of his team handcuffed and removed the perpetrator from the room.
“Have your people call my people,” Harvey said, and Mike grinned as he heard the familiar bravado back in Harvey’s voice, and the firm steady grip Harvey had on Mike’s hand. Mike kept grinning as Harvey brushed brazenly past the stunned policeman and out the door.
“I’m pretty sure I’m your people,” Mike chuckled, nudging Harvey gently, their hands still intertwined.
“Don’t ever doubt it,” Harvey said seriously, turning to face Mike, cupping his cheek with his free hand, leaning in for a soft kiss. Then Harvey’s eyes twinkled, and he nudged Mike back, turning them towards the limo. “I’ll expect your copy of my statement on my desk by tomorrow afternoon.”
“So late?” Mike teased back, following Harvey into the back of the limo.
“I have some other business for you first,” Harvey grinned, and Mike found himself on his back on the limo’s leather seat, Harvey pressed against him, kissing a line down the bruise on his jaw, fingers unbuttoning Mike’s shirt to let him continue, lips lingering over Mike’s heart for a moment before returning to his mouth.
“No time off for rescuing the damsel in distress, huh?” Mike breathed out, body arching into Harvey’s touch,
“How about a bonus instead?” Harvey mouthed, lips forming the words directly over Mike’s cock, still covered by his underwear.
“Fuck, Harvey,” Mike shouted, head thrown back violently enough to slam into the inside door handle.
“Pretty glad the driver’s on his lunch break,” Harvey laughed, but then his eyes turned serious again, vulnerable, scared, and Mike could read his mind, see him flashing back to just minutes ago, to a shot and a groan and a thump and an anguished scream.
“C’mere,” Mike said gently, tugging Harvey down, yanking off his boxers, then Harvey’s pants and briefs, fumbling in the seat pocket and pulling out a condom and a bottle of lube. “C’mere, it’s ok, c’mere.” Mike slicked his fingers up, then slid one into Harvey, who bucked into it, and instinctively turned, face to the door, to give Mike more access.
“Just…just now, please,” Harvey begged, body shaking, and Mike nodded, slipping the condom on and lining himself up, pressing his cock into Harvey. “Oh god, yes, Mike, please, yes, fuck, yes, fuck, fuck, more, fuck, more!” The familiar string of orders and curses slipped from Harvey’s lips, and Mike sighed in relief and pleasure, pushing deeper, faster, harder, his balls slapping against Harvey’s bucking, writhing ass, his sweat-soaked chest pressed tight against Harvey’s shuddering back, sliding together.
Reaching around, he took hold of Harvey’s cock, stroking, twisting, just as hard and fast as he slammed into Harvey’s ass, and Harvey almost jumped off the seat, his body twisting and contorting with pleasure, his head thrown back, his mouth open, as he called out “Mike, yes, fuck, fuck me, please, right there, oh god, Mike, make me come, I’m-“
Harvey’s body arched off the seat, writhing wildly, as he came all over Mike’s hand and the Italian leather seats, the sight and sensation enough to send Mike over the edge. His back arched, his mouth flew open, and his fingers dug into Harvey’s hips, leaving marks as he came.
“Thank you,” Harvey breathed, not even bothering to clean up as he turned, pulling a spent Mike to him, clutching their sweat-soaked, heaving bodies together. “I think that’s your best work yet.”
Mike laughed, then couldn’t stop laughing, grin spreading all the way across his face as he looked into Harvey’s eyes, and finally saw the strong, powerful, bossy, amazing Harvey he had always known was back.