Mike has put himself at a distance. But it's subtle enough that Harvey hasn't noticed until now. But he doesn't sit quite as close, doesn't touch Harvey any more, not that he did that much, but he doesn't do it at all anymore. And he doesn't look at Harvey as much either. And Harvey's not sure whether Mike's doing it for his own good, or for Harvey's.

And as much as it's hard to be in the same space at Mike and not touch him, not kiss him, not make him fall to pieces with just hands, it's easier, as Mike has taken the temptation away.

They've been working hard for the last few months, Louis with them in the office, and Mike still sits a little close to Harvey whenever Louis is around, like he still thinks Louis is going to punish him for punching Kyle, not close enough to touch though. Even though Harvey has told him time and time again that's done with, Mike's hands still shake slightly as he turns the pages on huge legal handbooks.

Louis, god love him, gets a Senator involved, one who evidently owes him a favour if the way she looks at Louis with disgust is anything to go by and Harvey has to admit that he has gone up in Harvey's estimation since then. Mike wins the Senator over though, a late middle aged woman with immaculate suits, short tightly curled hair, and pearl earrings, with a smile, almost immediately and she has, from then on, been the staunchest supporter in this venture. Due to the favour Anne Stanton owes Louis, Harvey doesn't know he never asks, the bill gets introduced on fast track and three weeks after they put the finishing touches to it, giving it to Mike for a final proof read, it's been presented to the committee and all they can do is wait for it to pass the First Reading.

It's a waiting game and Mike seems to understand that, no matter how much his whole body vibrates whilst they wait to hear any news and Harvey wants to pull him close, run a hand down his spine and calm him down with words whispered into his ear but he just presses his fingers to the back of Mike's neck instead. Mike arches into the touch slightly, cocking his head to the side to allow Harvey to slide his fingers around Mike's throat. Mike let's his head fall back against the couch and Harvey presses his lips to Mike's forehead before pulling away and Mike shifts, sits back up and opens his eyes, shifts against like he's embarrassed at letting Harvey touch him.

"What's going on kiddo?" Harvey asks, twisting the cap off a bottle of beer a handing it to Mike. Mike accepts it, wraps his fingers around the neck and runs his other hand up through the condensation on the glass. Harvey twists the cap off another bottle and sits on the couch opposite Mike.

"What do you mean?" He asks, not looking at Harvey and Harvey suddenly wishes he was sitting close enough to hook his fingers under Mike's chin.

"Mike," Mike frowns, sighs, looks up at him.

"You say you can't trust yourself around me," Mike says and Harvey nods in agreement even though it wasn't a question, "did you ever think that I can't trust myself around you?" In all honesty, no, Harvey never thought that. He never thought that Mike would want him enough that it would cloud his judgement the way it clouds Harvey's. Mike's eyes don't waiver from Harvey's as he stands and steps around the coffee table, leaning down to put his beer on a coaster before shrugging off his jacket and climbing onto Harvey's lap. Harvey leans back, one hand playing against Mike's hip, the other brings his bottle to his mouth and he takes a sip, to stop himself pulling Mike down and kissing him. "You think I don't know what I want but I do, and...It's hard to not...I have to stop myself from begging you to fuck me," Mike says, running his fingers through Harvey's hair before uncurling his fingers from around the bottle and leaning back far enough to place it on the coffee table.

"Jesus Christ Mike," Harvey lets out as Mike's fingers play over the buttons on Harvey's shirt. He took his tie off a few hours ago, as they trailed into the apartment, both exhausted and Harvey more than a little irritated at having to do all the work generating public support. There's a triangle of skin exposed which Mike is staring at, his fingers now ghosting over the dip at the base of Harvey's throat and Harvey tightens his grip against Mike's hip, "stop."

Mike sighs as Harvey pushes him off and stands.

"I don't have a will power of iron Mike, so you've got to stop pushing," Harvey pushes his hands through his hair, fingers sticking in the product he uses, but he tugs them free and Mike's glaring at him when he looks back.

"Why?" he demands, standing himself and walking towards Harvey. Harvey makes it to the kitchen and opens the fridge.

"I've told you why," he says and Mike slams his hand against the open door and it slides out of Harvey's grip and slams shut, with a clatter of glass bottles from the inside.

"No," he practically shouts, vibrating with anger and probably need, "you spouted a bunch of pseudo bullshit about how you want me free and you want me to want you, well guess what Harvey? I do, I have since I first saw you. So what are you so fucking afraid of?" Mike demands and Harvey blinks. There's a fire in Mike's eyes, one Harvey hasn't seen since he last tried to beat the punching bag to a pulp in his room, the fire that tells Harvey Mike's ready to fight for as long as he has to. Harvey reaches out and wraps his fingers around Mike's arms, spins them both and presses Mike's back against the fridge. Harvey's got half an inch on Mike at the most, but Mike almost stumbles backwards and now Harvey has a few inches. He stares down at him and Mike narrows his eyes and Harvey holds on.

"Why are you so hell bent on me fucking you?" he asks and Mike seems to deflate minutely.

"I..." he starts, then shuts his mouth and pushes up against Harvey's grip.

"Don't like it when the questions are fired at you, right?" Harvey says darkly and Mike glares at him, nostrils twitching as his blue eyes narrow menacingly.

"Fuck you," he spits and Harvey lets out a small, bitter laugh.

"I thought we were past this, Mike? Listen to me...and I can't believe I am going to say this...sex isn't the be all and end all. It's also not the affection, the security, you're looking for," Harvey says and Mike stops struggling, looking up at Harvey through his lashes and Harvey feels lust coil in his stomach.

"I want it," Mike arches up and Harvey feels his thigh slide between Mike's and Mike shifts and Harvey has to close his eyes to stop himself from rubbing off on him.

"I don't care," he spits out and Mike struggles again, seduction gone from his actions, but Harvey knows it's half-hearted because Mike could have him on his ass in two seconds flat if he felt like it. Harvey tightens his grip around the tops of Mike's arms and pushes him back against the fridge again and Mike glares before he winds his fingers into Harvey's shirts and drags them together, crashing their lips together hard enough that Harvey tastes blood. He unwinds a hand from Mike's arm and presses it to the fridge, pushing himself away from Mike, and he catches the look of practically fucked out bliss on Mike's face before anger crashes back and he's striding away from Harvey. His bedroom door slams a few seconds later and Harvey sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Harvey..." Mike's voice is tentative a few hours later, Harvey's got his laptop across his knees and there's soft jazz coming from the record player in the corner. Harvey looks up from his emails and Mike shifts in the door way. He's wearing soft track pants and no shirt and his hair is slightly messy like he's been running his hands through it. There's a slight sheen of sweat across his forehead but Harvey hasn't heard the distinctive sound of punching so he's probably just been doing press-ups instead.

"Hey," Harvey answers, looking back at the laptop, if only to stop himself from imagining the way Mike's skin would feel right now, hot and damp, slick under his fingers, muscles moving under his fingers as Mike twists and writhes under him.

"I'm sorry," Mike says, pushing himself off from the door jamb and stepping into the living room. Harvey nods absently.

"It's ok," he says and suddenly Mike is in his vision.

"I just get..." he shakes his head as if to clear it, crouching in front of him and lifting the laptop from his knees.

"Mike," Harvey warns and Mike shakes his head again.

"I wont...it's ok...I just..." he trails off and Harvey holds his face in his hands.

"You should get some sleep," he says and Mike blinks slowly as Harvey runs a thumb across his cheek, "we're doing more interviews tomorrow," Mike rolls his eyes but leans forward enough that Harvey gets what he wants and he can't help himself from giving it to Mike. He meets him halfway and presses his lips to Mike's, brushing their noses together and Mike clutches at his elbows.

"Night," he mutters and Harvey kisses him quickly and lets him go.

"Night kid."

A few hours later Harvey feels his bed dip and cold feet press against his.

"You ok?" he asks.

"Can I..." Mike starts and even in the dark of his room Harvey can see the way his skin darkens with a blush, "can I sleep with you?"

"Can't sleep?" Harvey asks and Mike shakes his head, pressing his face into the pillow. Harvey winds his arms around him and tucks him under his arm, Mike's back against his chest. "No funny business," he says and Mike lets out a small laugh, edging on the hysterical and Harvey just clutches him closer.

"Promise," Mike mutters and before Harvey can answer, his breathing evens out and the tension drains from his body.

The bill makes it through the First Reading. And Miraculously the Second One as well and every time they hear news from Anne, Mike seems to retreat that little bit more. Harvey would worry about him if he wasn't fielding calls from Tabloids and crappy news channels, asking for The Man who's making Indentured's illegal.

From what Harvey hears, filtered through Donna obviously, most of the public seems to be on their side, and the ones that aren't, the Jim Cleavers of this world, are Owners themselves, or at least benefit, somehow, from the antiquated system.

Harvey's in the middle of a meeting when he catches Mike hovering at Donna's desk, biting his thumb nail and Donna keeps patting his hand and trying to get Harvey's attention. He excuses himself from his clients and Mike jumps when Harvey puts his hand on his lower back.

"What's going on?" he asks and Mike looks at him with a mixture of sick apprehension and excitement.

"It's gone to Congress," Donna announces when Mike seems to be incapable of speech and Harvey looks between them and Mike's face splits into a tentative grin.

Harvey takes Mike out for dinner to celebrate, and Mike's excitement from earlier seems to have dissipated.

"What's up now, kid?" Harvey asks, pouring the rich red wine into the large glass in from of him. Mike shifts, his fingers playing against the stem of the glass.

"What happens now?" he asks, putting his fork down after having speared a stalk of asparagus. He looks up at Harvey like he's expecting Harvey to have all the answers.

"Well if Congress decide it's worth pursuing, then it will be passed to the President," he says with a wry smile, trying to lighten the mood and Mike purses his lips before smiling slightly.

"I know that," Mike says with a roll of his eyes, and Harvey smiles back at him, Mike sobers, "I meant what happens to me?"

"Well...you'll be free," Harvey replies and Mike chews thoughtfully on the asparagus. He swallows and takes a sip of wine then sighs.

"What does that mean?" he asks and Harvey pushes his plate away enough that he can rest his forearms on the table. Mike drops his hands to his lap and looks down.

"It means..." Harvey starts and Mike looks up at him again, blue eyes shining across the table and Harvey wants to kiss him, lick the taste of wine from his mouth and lose himself in Mike's body. There's a pleasant hum from a few glasses of wine under his skin and his eyes are drawn to the way Mike's tongue flicks out against his lower lip. Mike frowns.

"You can't tell me. No one can," he says and there's desperate anger creeping into his voice. The waiter is hovering around behind him and Harvey sends him off with a glare. "What if I like the security of being owned by you?" Mike adds quietly and he sounds so sincere that Harvey wants to cry for him.

"Mike..."

"No...I know nothing else and you're good to me, what the hell do I do when I don't have you anymore?" he asks and Harvey wants to tell him things will be great, that he will spread his wings and fly and probably never look back, but Mike's right, he knows almost nothing else, he's indoctrinated now and that's hard to break, no matter how good the promise of freedom may be.

"Mike, I'm not going to throw you out if this gets passed," he says and Mike seems to relax slightly, like that was the main thing worrying him, "you can still have your room at mine...ours," Mike looks up at that, something flickers across his face when Harvey says ours and Harvey feels warmth in his chest as the word, "Jessica mentioned getting you a job doing something in the office if you want, there are people that are willing to help you," he finishes and Mike frowns, stabs at a lettuce leaf on his side plate angrily.

"I don't want charity," he sulks and Harvey lets out a snort, lifts his glass and sips at the wine. Mike glares.

"You have nothing and no one Mike, accept help and stop being a child about it," Harvey says with a finality in his tone that makes Mike clamp his mouth shut. Harvey resists the urge to smirk at him.

Mike's an Indentured. No matter how much he fights it, he's been one for so long now he probably can't remember how not to be and truthfully Harvey has been brooding about Mike's freedom for months, and not just because he's worried what the kid will do with it once he's got it. But he's gotten used to having Mike around, the gentle sound of his footsteps as he creeps up behind Harvey, the way his skin smells after he's been working out, he's gotten used to Mike's warm hands and the way they seem almost tentative when they touch Harvey.

He doesn't want Mike to realise there is a hell of a lot more for him out in the wide world besides Harvey Spector.

Mike sighs heavily and pushes his plate away and Harvey, even though he wants to finish his own meal at a leisurely pace just to piss Mike off, signals for the cheque, pays, and bundles a silent Mike into the back of the town car and endures the silent treatment the whole way home.

Mike still crawls into bed with him at 3 am and presses cold hands to his shoulder blades and whispers "I don't want to go anywhere" against his skin. Harvey turns and hooks a finger under Mike's chin.

"If I had my way kiddo, you wouldn't go anywhere ever again," he admits and Mike huffs, presses his forehead to Harvey's chest and the way he shudders just makes Harvey pull him closer.

Anne must have something on every single member of Congress.

When the bill to make Indentured's legal was passed onto the last President, he vetoed it, saying it was barbaric, it was handed back to Congress where a vast majority voted it back in, thus making it legal.

Honestly Harvey had been worried that it wouldn't have even gone to Congress, what with the high number of Congress members that actually owned Indentured, or partially owned, much like Racehorses. But it had gone to Congress and they had voted it through, somehow, and Harvey wanted to kiss Anne when she came to the office to bring him the news in person.

"It's my opinion," she says, sipping at her coffee, "that the President will vote in favour of you," she looks at Mike when she says that and Mike looks down at his feet, "you've got to stop doing that Mike, you're nearly free," she says and pats his knee. Mike looks up at her and smiles but Harvey can see the tightness in it, the way it doesn't really reach his eyes. "I should go, I have things to do. But I will be in touch as and when I hear," she stands and kisses Harvey on the cheek. Mike hovers behind and she pulls him into a hug and when she pulls back there's a faint blush on his cheeks, "if he doesn't vote in our favour, I know enough...isecrets/i to get people to vote for us anyway," she grins and Harvey smiles back at her.

"Ever think about running the country?" he says and she smiles enigmatically.

"Congress runs the country Harvey, who do you think runs Congress?"

"You and Donna should have lunch," Harvey says with a smile and Anne just grins in return.

It's weeks before they hear anything and Mike retreats even more, he snaps at Harvey and barely looks at him and when he does, it's with anger.

Once or twice he's tried to push Harvey into breaking his rules and fucking Mike, and Harvey's resisted, pushing Mike further away until Harvey barely sees him unless they're in the office. And even then Mike usually hides out in the Library all day and Donna glares at Harvey like he's kicked her favourite puppy.

The nights are a contradiction though, Mike still crawls into bed with Harvey, and Harvey pulls him close, calms the shudders from whatever nightmare he's had, and wakes in the morning half hard and Mike is gone, waking just before Harvey to crawl out of bed and back to his own. It's almost like he needs the proximity, but can't bring himself to ask for it during the day, things are easier to ask for when no one can see your face.

He gets that Mike's worried about his future, Harvey's worried about his future with Mike.

He's brooding, again, about it when Anne calls.

"Congratulations Harvey, you did it," she says without preamble and Harvey nearly drops the phone.

"We did?"

"No, you did. Mike's free," she says down the phone and Harvey can hear her grin around the words. He sighs in relief, he hadn't realised how much he's been on edge waiting to hear the news until he now has it and it feels like a huge weight has lifted, even though another settles deep in his stomach.

"Thank you, Anne," he says and he puts as much sincerity in it as he can muster. She scoffs like its nothing.

"There are still a few things to iron out obviously, but the President voted in your favour, I wrote off the lunch he owes me so that goes to you now," she jokes. Harvey lets out a laugh, it doesn't surprise him that Anne Stanton would be owed anything by the President of the United States.

"Lunch, on me, for the rest of your life Anne," he says and she laughs.

"I'll hold you to that," she replies.

"I have no doubt," he says and she laughs again before she says goodbye and hangs up the phone.

"He's free?" Donna's head appears in the doorway as soon as Harvey puts the phone down and he nods, mirrors her grin back at her.

"He's free," Harvey says and Donna's grin widens.

"What the hell are you doing still here then, go tell him, take him home and fuck him," Harvey nearly chokes and she just shrugs like she does whenever she knows something she shouldn't and glides back to her desk.

Harvey shakes his head.

He should go and tell Mike, take him home and show him exactly what he's been wanting to do to him since he first saw him in the ring, blood running from his nose and a bruise across his eyes. But the grown up, the righteous part of him, knows that this will be a shock to Mike, that he should let this sink in before he does anything. But then another part of him knows that Mike won't let that happen. The pushy little brat will want what Harvey's not sure he can give him, and he will want it as soon as Harvey tells him the bill's been passed.

He drops by Jessica's office on the way to the Library, sticks his head round the door and tells her the news. She's smiles in that elegant way of hers and waves off his "I'll see you Monday morning" like she expected him to duck out of the office anyway.

Mike's practically folded in half in one of the chairs in the library, his head bowed over a book and Harvey takes a few minutes to watch him, the way his jaw tightens every now and then, the way he worries his bottom lip between his teeth and the little frown that wrinkles his nose. He seems to sense Harvey and looks up, a look of raw emotion passing over his face before he schools his features and looks blankly at him.

"Mike," Harvey takes a step into the room and Mike is on his feet in one fluid movement, twisting his hands together.

"Don't...I don't want to hear it here. Can we...can we go...home?" he says, stumbling over the word home and Harvey nods. Mike sighs, relieved, puts the book back into the shelves and runs his fingers down the spine almost reverently before he's walking towards Harvey.

Harvey hooks his fingers under his chin and lifts his gaze. Mike avoids his eyes, like he knows he'll see the answer there and Harvey doesn't push it, let's Mike go and bundles them into the elevator.

Mike stumbles into the apartment, like he's desperate to get in, because he wants to hear even though he's got fear in his eyes and the way he twists his hands is nervous rather than excited.

He had been quiet the entire car journey and Harvey is just bursting to tell him, to say anything to break the silence that seems to have settled between them.

"Before we do..." Mike starts and Harvey cocks his head to the side. Mike swallows, takes a deep breath and starts again, "before you say anything I just want to tell you something and you're not going to believe me but can you do me a favour and let me finish?" He grips at the counter, knuckles going white and Harvey wants to uncurl his fingers, press his thumbs into Mike's palms and massage the tension out of them. He tugs his pants up and sits down on the couch, putting distance between them that he knows will let Mike finish what he needs to say.

"I can do that," he says and Mike spares him a brief, tight smile before lowering his gaze.

"No one, apart from my Grandmother, has cared about me since I was 8, I've been beaten for others amusements, essentially raped, been starved nearly to death and I've killed," he says it all so matter-of-factly that Harvey feels his blood boil and he stands. Mike looks up sharply and fixes him with a blank gaze, "and then you came," he says and his words stop Harvey in his tracks. Mike uncurls his fingers from the counter and walks around it, reaches out to Harvey and lets his fingers play against the expensive silk of Harvey's tie. "You cared, you didn't touch me unless I made you or it was to look at cuts and bruises, you gave me hope, and no matter what the outcome of this I want to..." he stops and shakes his head and Harvey lifts one hand and covers Mike's with it, "no I have to thank you for that," he says and looks up from their entwined hands to meet Harvey's eyes.

"Mike..."

"Do we need to have that conversation about you interrupting me again?" he asks with a slight smirk and Harvey raises an eyebrow, impressed that the kid has learnt how not to let emotions get the better of him, how to have a joke in the middle of a serious conversation when months ago he probably would have pulled his fist back and slugged Harvey in the jaw. "You're a better man than you claim to be Harvey, and I can't imagine my life with anyone else. I don't want to," he finishes and twists his hand, curls the silk around his hand and tugs gently. Harvey doesn't go with it, just flattens a hand against Mike's lower back.

"You finished?" he asks and Mike frowns slightly.

"Not yet...I love you," Harvey lets him go and Mike reaches out like he expects Harvey to run, curls his other hand into the lapel of Harvey's jacket and holds on tight, "and not the infatuated, Stockholm Syndrome, misplaced gratitude love of someone damaged , but that real iI am in love with you/i love," Mike says and he looks so honest, so sure of himself that Harvey believes him. He uncurls Mike's fingers and steps back and ignores the way his stomach turns at the crest fallen look on Mike's face.

"You finished now?" he asks and Mike nods once.

"Yes," he says quietly, and clasps his hands behind his back. Harvey keeps his distance, because this has to be about Mike making the choice to touch him now.

"You're free Mike. It passed, we did it," he says and Mike looks like he's going to pass out. His hand snakes out and presses into the counter and he stumbles slightly, sitting down on one of the bar stools.

"What?" he looks pale and his eyes are wide and Harvey wants to touch him, wants to pull him close.

"You're free," he says again and Mike frowns, bites on his bottom lip and it looks like he's trying not to cry.

"Harv..." he starts, stops, bites on his lips against and Harvey takes a step forward. Mike blinks at him and a tear runs down his cheek. Harvey stops it with his thumb, brushes it off his cheek. He sighs heavily thinking about how to phrase what he knows know he has to say. No matter if Mike decides he doesn't want this, doesn't want them, any more, Harvey still needs to tell the kid what's been going on in his mind for the past months that he's been living here.

"Now I just want to tell you something and you're not going to believe me but can you do me a favour and let me finish?" Mike smiles briefly at his mirrored words but he nods and swipes angrily as another tear rolls down his cheek. "Apart from Donna, Jessica and now you, I don't let people in much. I'm arrogant, egotistical, solitary, a bit of a bastard and I don't know how to live my life with other people in it. But I'm sure I know how to live my life without you in it anymore," Mike looks up at him, hope swimming across his face and Harvey takes a step forward, steps into Mike's space and Mike automatically opens his thighs and lets Harvey closer. "You've wormed your way in now and there's no way I will let you walk out of that door. You're free now but..." Harvey trails off and Mike lifts his head, presses his lips against Harvey's and sighs into his mouth, like he's been waiting to do that since Harvey bought him home, "I want you to stay...with me," Harvey says and Mike lets out an hysterical noise that is half way between a sob and a laugh and pulls Harvey closer, kisses him hard and Harvey lets him do it.

"Are you finished?" Mike says, a little breathlessly once he's pulled back enough to speak and Harvey grins, nods.

"Yes," he says and Mike slides off the bar stool and presses himself even closer to Harvey.

"I know somewhere in the back of your mind you will still be worrying that I don't want you, that this is some misplaced gratitude," Mike says quietly, and he undoes the knot at Harvey's throat and slips the tie over his head. "It's not Harvey. And if it takes ages to prove that to you, then so be it," he smiles slightly and pops the top button of Harvey's shirt.

"How did this become about you reassuring me?" He asks and Mike lets out a small amused noise, pops the next button and presses his lips to the hollow at the base of Harvey's throat.

"I'm free to make my own decisions now," his breath is hot against Harvey's skin, and he lifts his head with a smile and is so close he's out of focus, just a blur of pale skin and blue eyes, "please don't hold back anymore," he presses his lips to Harvey's and just holds them there, waiting for Harvey to take it further.

Harvey pushes his tongue into Mike's mouth, tugs him closer and Mike lets out a whine as Harvey winds his hands into his hair and angles his head back to lick at his throat.

"Are you sure?" he pulls away enough to think, but his body is still pressed up against Mike's and he can feel the heat coming through his shirt. Mike raises an eyebrow over half lidded eyes.

"You've spent months being the good guy, waiting till I could choose for myself," he says, running a hand through Harvey's hair, "stop being a fucking martyr Harvey and fuck me," he finishes with a grin and Harvey lets out a laugh and lets go of everything except his hand and drags him towards the bedroom, because he's not doing anything so crass as fucking Mike for the first time over the kitchen counter.

"Well if you insist," he says and Mike pulls his hand out of Harvey's grasp, stops and shrugs his jacket off and that's all the answer Harvey needs.

"Don't...don't hold back ok?" Mike says, fingers at the buttons of his shirt, they shake slightly and Harvey raises an eyebrow, undoes his own buttons and slides the shirt off his shoulders.

"Don't think me holding back will be an option kid," he says and Mike grins, pulls his shirt over his head and reaches out to Harvey. He curls his fingers into the waistband of Harvey's pants and tugs him closer and Harvey cups his face between his hands, runs his thumbs over Mike's cheekbones and Mike shuts his eyes, lets out a sigh as Harvey pulls him closer and kisses him.

It's like an instant reaction, Mike surges forward with a moan and presses himself even closer, tugging at Harvey's hips and Harvey turns them, walks them backwards towards the bed and pushes Mike with a firm hand to his chest. Mike lands with an exhalation of air and an indignant glare and Harvey pops the button on his pants as he smirks down at Mike.

"I hope you know what you're getting into kid," he says and Mike looks him up and down, props himself up on his elbows.

"I'm starting to think you're all bark and no bite, sir," he replies with a smirk and Harvey pushes his pants down and crawls over Mike.

Back when Mike was scared and angry, would clasp his hands behind his back and respond instantly to commands, Harvey would have stopped this right now, but Mike smirks, shifts under Harvey in a way that's totally designed to drive Harvey crazy, and there's intent in his eyes and Harvey groans, leans down and covers Mike's mouth with his own.

"There needs to be less clothes," Harvey mutters, reaching between them and undoing Mike's pants. Mike groans himself, arching upwards as Harvey's fingers skim over his dick still caught in boxers but hard already and pushes them, one handed, down Mike's thighs. He pulls away enough to wrench them off and throw them over his shoulder and Mike looks up at him, eyes half lidded, blush against his cheeks and Harvey cocks his head to the side.

"What?" Mike asks and Harvey shakes his head, running his fingers up Mike's ribs, pressing them into the spaces between the bones and Mike shifts, breath catching as he drags a mouthful in.

"When you first got here," Harvey says, sitting up across Mike's thighs and twisting a nipple between his fingers, Mike gasps and bites on his bottom lip, "you were all skin and bone," his hands trace down his chest and he leans down to press his lips to Mike's navel, "now," he dips his fingers into the waistband on Mike's boxers and tugs, Mike's dick arches up towards his stomach, hard and flushed, a drop of precome beading at the tip, "you're so fucking gorgeous," Harvey licks a strip up the length of him.

"I wasn't...before?" Mike grinds out, fingers curling into Harvey's hair and Harvey sucks the tip of his dick into his mouth.

"You were," Harvey replies, leaning back and pulling the boxers completely off and covering Mike's body with his own, hands in Mike's hair. Mike smiles gently and closes his eyes, arching into Harvey's touch against his scalp, "but even more so now."

"Flatterer," Mike mutters and Harvey presses his hips down, "one might think you're trying to get into my pants". Mike bares his throat and Harvey pulls soft skin into his mouth , sucks, worries it between his teeth and Mike wraps a leg around him and pulls him closer.

"I'm already in your pants."

Harvey doesn't do this with men often, once or twice when he really needs to fuck someone through the mattress and not be worried about hurting them, but he has a stash of lube next to the box of condoms in his bedside cabinet. Mike whines when he pulls away and he calms him with a hand on his chest and a murmured "relax".

When he settles back against Mike, all the bravado, the smirk and snark has gone and there's a tiny amount of worry in his gaze.

"You tell me to stop ok?" Harvey says and Mike nods, wriggles slightly and the smirk is back when Harvey groans. The lube is cold against his fingers and he sits up, wraps one hand around Mike's dick to distract and presses a slick finger against Mike's hole. Mike stiffens but relaxes almost immediately and Harvey pushes the digit in. Mike groans again, arches his body like a bow and pushes himself down against Harvey's hand.

"God," he bites out as Harvey adds another finger and twists them both. His hands clutch at the duvet, fists balling the material and Harvey leans down, uncurls his hands from Mike's dick and adds one more finger as he kisses Mike hard. Mike pants, gasps into Harvey's mouth and wrenches his mouth away with a strangled cry when Harvey crooks his fingers and Mike's own fingers slide across his slick shoulders as he tries to find purchase.

"Oh Jesus do that again," he says and Harvey chuckles but does just that and Mike goes boneless under him.

"Good?" Mike lifts his gaze and grins lazily.

"You know it is," he says and Harvey chuckles, pulls his fingers out and Mike winces slightly. Harvey sits up again, tears open a condom wrapper and rolls it down his dick, he's rock hard and aching and Mike's skin has a flush on it, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath and God Harvey wants, he wants it all and right now. He runs his hand down Mike's thigh, under his knee and lifts his leg, settling between his thighs.

"You sure?" he asks pressing the tip of his dick lightly against Mike's hole. Mike nods, presses himself down until Harvey feels the tip sink through the first ring of muscle and he groans.

"Don't you fucking dare stop," Mike says, fingers pressing in Harvey's hips as he pulls him closer, all the way in and rolls his body in a way that pushes Harvey even deeper.

Mike's tight, but not in a way that's virginal, and he's so fucking hot, his muscles contract, pressing in tight all around Harvey, his hands on his hips hot and slick and pulling Harvey deeper.

"Fuck...Mike," Harvey groans and Mike runs his hands around Harvey's hips, presses his fingers into the dimples on his lower back.

"Move Harvey...God please, do something," he groans and Harvey pulls out nearly all the way and pushes back in.

"Feel so good," Harvey does it again and Mike's fingers twitch against his skin. He lifts a hand and runs his fingers over Harvey's cheek.

"Stop holding back Harvey, I'm not going to break...fuck me like you mean it," Harvey growls, wrenches Mike's hand away and presses it in the mattress above his head, does the same with the other one and curls his fingers hard around Mike's wrists. Mike shifts and Harvey shoves back in hard enough that Mike grunts, hands tugging against Harvey's strong hold.

"Like that?" Mike looks up at him, blue eyes challenging but swimming with something else at the same time, something softer.

"Like that," he confirms and Harvey lets go, fucks Mike slow but hard and deep until Mike is writhing under him, straining against his grip and his dick slides across Harvey's stomach every time he moves. Harvey could stay like this forever, pushing deep into Mike's body, with Mike's pulse thudding against his palm. He shifts and Mike stiffens, and his eyes fly open, "oh God."

"You going to come for me Mike," Harvey groans out against Mike's ear, flicking his tongue out and licking across the shell and Mike shudders, Harvey pushes in again, hits that spot inside Mike again and Mike cries out. "Come on kiddo..." Harvey wraps a hand around Mike's dick and strokes once and Mike comes, body arching like a bow under him, hot and sticky against his hand and stomach. Mike's muscles flutter around Harvey and it only takes a few more moments, one or two more thrusts before Harvey's coming as well.

"Well," Mike says, breathlessly. His voice breaks through the roaring on Harvey's blood in his ears and he lifts his head from Mike's shoulder, "I knew I was missing out but I had no idea I was missing out on ithat/i," he says with a wry smile and Harvey smiles and goes to roll off him, "no wait," Mike says, tightening his muscles inside and Harvey shivers, "stay."

They stay like that for a while, Harvey still inside Mike, Mike's come drying between them and Mike runs his fingers down Harvey's spine, trails them back up and presses small kisses to Harvey's temple. He has to move eventually though and Mike sulks a little, pushes his bottom lip out and Harvey sucks on it as he pulls out of Mike's body. He collapses next to him and feels like he could sleep for a week.

He's lying there later, with Mike's legs tangled around his, come still sticking on his stomach because Mike wouldn't let him out of bed long enough to clean up, and Mike's got his face pressed into Harvey's chest and it occurs to him that this kid in his arms, isn't a kid, and is everything he's been looking for.

"Mike..." Mike shifts, lips sliding over his collar bone.

"Hmmm?"

"I love you too by the way..." Harvey says and Mike lifts his head slightly, stares at him with a small but incredibly genuine smile on his face, "but if you tell anyone I said that I will have to kill you," Mike snorts, burrows closer to Harvey and kisses his throat.

"I wont tell, promise," he mutters, fingers trailing over Harvey's spine.

He's asleep within minutes, his breathing evening out and his grip on Harvey relaxing slightly.

They're not scot free yet, there are still things to work out and Mike's probably going to get a lot of crap for being an Indentured, but he's got Harvey to fight legal battles for him now. And Harvey's got someone worth fighting for.

It's not perfect but it's pretty damn close.

Just a quick note to say thank you for all your lovely reviews...I am having a problem replying to them right now, the link are apparently "out of date" which makes no sense to me, but I didn't want you guys to think I didn't care!

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