HI. This is for a prompt on suitsmeme. This and quite a few others are the reason why my other story is being neglected.. and I haven't been feeling it. Enjoy!

Mike knew Harvey was somewhat of a heartless bastard; he had told Mike within his first days of employment that he didn't care about anyone. Mike had filed that information back in his mind to go over on a later date. That date was today, apparently.

It started off as an unmemorable Friday; he went to work, he got overwhelmed with projects from Louis, and he made bad jokes with the other associates. Half a year into Mike's career at Pearson Hardman and everything seemed to finally be in place in his life. He had befriended his coworkers, earned the respect of the partners and Jessica, he and Louis even bonded over their knowledge of all things number related. He had a better apartment, he had a nice(sorta) boss, and Donna, badass receptionist, had warmed up to him. And, if things went his way later that day, he'd have a boyfriend, too.

Mike had met Tony at the Starbucks closest to his new apartment a week after moving. He was gorgeous, with his sandy-blonde hair and his jade eyes and southern twang and Mike was hooked. They flirted, exchanged numbers, and Mike was planning on asking him out. But, of course, he needed help.

Around the office, he had tried to hide his sexuality, because hello, homosexual lawyer noobie? Not the image he wanted. But Donna had amazing gaydar, and questioned him about his new 'beau' when he walked into the office after first meeting Tony. He had tried to pretend like he had no idea what he was talking about, but resistance was futile: Mike knew Donna would wear him down eventually, so he gave in. He had spent ten minutes gushing about the cute barista when Harvey showed up, giving him a questioning look. Donna had filled him in, and even though Harvey hid it well, Mike could tell he was curious.

They had it all planned out. Mike would have his hair just so, his clothes would be just right bought specially by Donna for the occasion, and the location for their first date would be at Mezzogiorno as arranged by Harvey and his magnificent connections. He was feeling, honestly, really good about himself. He was confident, and Tony liked him, and he looked good, and he had Tony's favorite flowers and nothing could go wrong.

And, yet, somehow, everything did.

Mike supposed the universe had been giving him little signs that it wouldn't work and he needed to give up, but he brushed them off. Little, insignificant things like he burnt his tongue on his morning coffee and he couldn't find matching socks. And then larger things happened, like he lost his phone (Donna found it) and his tie got hooked on one of the many dials on the associate coffee maker and almost strangled him (Donna helped him out with that one, too.) He powered through all that, though; tomorrow he would be walking into Pearson Hardman a taken man.

And then he got to Tony's apartment and saw the door open. His mind immediately flashed to, Oh, no, Tony, robbery; check if everything's okay. Because Mike knew all about robberies gone wrong; he had scars and his parent's tombstones to prove it. So he walked in, holding the roses in his hand (He brought them as ordered by Donna; Donna Knower of all Things Romantic) and then stopped short. Because there was no robber, there was no trouble, there was only Tony. On his kitchen counter. Naked. With his boss, Harvey Spector, standing over him. Mike's brain short-circuited, because there was no way that Harvey was fucking the man he had in-like with for months. Hell, he had told Harvey all about Tony. And now Harvey was fucking him.

Things never went the way Mike Ross wanted them to go. And if they did, life eventually righted itself and messed everything up again.

Harvey Spector was a heartless bastard.

And he, Mike Ross, (fake) Attorney at Law, was stupid. Stupid for thinking he and Tony could work, stupid for thinking he could end up happy with someone, stupid for thinking his boss had a heart.

Speaking of hearts, Mike was sure his was breaking. It was a weird sensation, too fast and too slow, it hurt so much and not at all. Being shot had felt the same. Sure, those memories were hidden deep in his mind under statistics and newspaper articles and his grandmother's hugs, but he still remembered.

He saw Harvey's tongue in Tony's mouth, his heart splintered. He heard Tony, heard Tony.. crack.

Mike had to get out, because this? This was not something he had been prepared to witness, this was not something he imagined happening when his mind ran through all the possible outcomes of this evening.

He should have known. He should have known.

He dropped his roses, watching the petals flutter as gravity acted on them.

They fell on a pair of pants.

He whimpered (something he would be embarrassed about if his brain could process anything other than 'pants, TonyAndHarvey, TonyAndHarvey's sounds') and covered his eyes, backing toward the door. He was numb and bleeding and 'God, Karma, what did I do to deserve this?'

He turned to close the door (because no one else should have to perhaps see this, they deserve privacy) when he saw Harvey's eyes staring at him. (Harvey's mouth on Tony's neck, his hands, God, his hands, but his eyes - confused and dark - staring at Mike.)

Mike fled.

Hi. Would y'all if I just.. didn't resolve the hurt between Harvey and Mike that's gonna occur? I kinda just wanna have Mike fall in love with another OC and have like awesome!Donna and awesome!Louis and IDEK. It doesnt have to be like that. Im just bad at resolving shit so what if Mike and Harvey are just strictly professional after this and theres no Omfg Mike Ily Im Sorry? I can make it like that, but..
Ill just stop and update soon:)