The clock was pushing 3am the last he looked at it. Harvey yawned widely and stretched his back in an arch. He was in the office far later than usual, attempting to be ready for the Wilson deposition the next day. An account worth multiple millions, he wanted to be sure he was well prepared.
Mike had left several hours earlier, after Harvey insisted he go home and sleep. The kid had been killing himself all week on collecting research for Harvey and looked like he was about to collapse.
Harvey smiled softly and chewed thoughtfully on the end of his pen as he remembered Mike's perky ass as he left the room.
Mike thought that Harvey had hired him based on his amazing mind and useful memory and not to mention the fact that he had the balls to even try to pull off their little deceit. And much of this was true, but Harvey knew damn right well that he really had hired Mike because the first time he saw him, he immediately had a vision of them fucking on his desk in his office with the beautiful view. Mike knew nothing of this of course, Harvey had found it difficult to even broach the subject. This was unusual for Harvey, having been able to get any conquest he wanted most of his life, the fact that this one made him nervous also made him very curious. The game was particularly delicious.
Harvey started from his thoughts of Mike when a blast of air hit his face and he realized his office door had been opened. When he looked up he expected to see some sort of housekeeping or hell, even Mike coming back feeling guilty about leaving Harvey to do all of the work, when really Mike had already done the lion's share. What Harvey didn't expect to see was the steel blue eyes and full lips of Marvin Seller. An icy chill ran down Harvey's back at the expression in those eyes and he began to consider how he could alert security as soon as possible.
"Hello Harvey, do you remember me?" said Seller in his brusk Russian accent, as he neatly positioned himself in one of Harvey's guest chairs.
Of course Harvey remembered him, the case had been an interesting one and he considered it a win, though one he couldn't celebrate too much because of it's delicate nature. Several big CEO's had come to him on the sly to help them deal with a rather sensitive issue. It seemed they had gotten themselves involved with a male prostitution ring and the boss of this particular ring was threatening to out them unless they paid up. Harvey had brokered the deal with the CEO's and the Boss, one Marvin Seller, while secretly contacting immigration to have Seller thrown out of the country before a dime passed hands.
"Of course I do Mr. Seller, what brings you here?" Outwardly Harvey was his usual calm, cool and collected self, polite but slightly impatient with the intrusion. Inwardly he was very nervous, Seller was ruthless and frequently murderous as well. Harvey couldn't help but wonder just how in the hell he got back into the country.
"Payback Mr. Specter, payback of my choosing for what you did to me."
The chill in Harvey's spine spread to his legs, which began to twitch involuntarily with the pressing need to run.
Harvey wasn't sure just what the punishment would be but several very painful ideas ran through his mind in quick sequence.
Out of the corner of his eye he noticed movement out in the hall by his office and felt a pang of relief that security were already there. This was short lived when the extra intruders showed themselves and he realized they were two of Seller's goons.
"You fucked me over Harvey, I trusted you when you told me a deal could be made, and you fucked me over."
The goons had made their way around either side of Harvey's desk and were now situated at each of his shoulders.
"I never made you any promises, you know that, it was just business."
Harvey's coolness was quickly diminishing and his palms were now sweating.
Seller narrowed his eyes at him, and gave a short snide laugh.
"Just business, well I guess you are a lawyer, and fucking people over is just business for your kind, but maybe it's time one of you learned that there are certain people you shouldn't fuck with, or they will fuck you up even worse."
Harvey began to realize that the look in Seller's eyes was not one of murder, but one of lust. A quick glance at each of the goons confirmed that this was a shared view.
"How do you intend to fuck me over?"
Harvey had meant the question to sound more confident and unassuming but the quiver in his voice gave away that he already had an idea what the answer was.
Seller laughed a deep, throaty chuckle and with a quick nod of his chin, Harvey felt himself being lifted out of his chair by his elbows. They dragged him around the desk to come face to face with Seller.
Harvey swallowed hard as the fear rose up his throat. Seller licked his lips as he regarded his prey. Another quick nod and Harvey felt his jacket come off his body quite violently.
"You want to know how I'm going to fuck you over Harvey?"
Harvey swallowed again
"I'm going to do just that, fuck you"
Hearing the confirmation of Seller's intentions, Harvey immediately started thrashing, hoping that he could get away to at least the elevators or stairs, or hell, even Donna's desk so he could try to alert security. It quickly occurred to him that security wouldn't have let these beasts pass by in the first place, and a streak of cold fear hit him anew as he realized that the security guard he made congenial daily banter with was likely dead, or almost dead. This thought caused him to thrash even more wildly, verging on animalistic until he heard a sharp click and felt something cold against his shoulder, and then sharp stinging pain. He saw the red gash on his shoulder before he saw the blade, and in the split second when he stopped fighting the knife was quickly moved to his throat.
"Stop fighting Harvey, you have no where to run and no one to come rescue you, it's about time you accepted your punishment."
Another sharp click and the other goon produced a similar knife, which he began using to efficiently cut the rest of Harvey's clothes free from his body.
When he was finally naked, Seller stood back regarding him unabashedly, taking all of him in. Harvey stood shaking with shame and fear and any slight move on his part seemed to make the knife push harder into his throat.
In one swift move the goon without the knife to his throat, cleared Harvey's desk of his computer and papers, and then he was quickly shoved onto his back on the desk. He faintly heard a belt buckle being moved and the rip of a zipper and felt strong hands holding his knees apart. Harvey began to silently hope he could just black out at that moment, knowing full well that he was meant to feel every moment of this as Seller would make sure of it.
He heard the click of a small bottle and then Seller was standing before him, erection at the ready and a self-satisfied glint in his eyes.
"I'm going to enjoy this Harvey, I hope you will too" and then with a dark laugh he forced himself into Harvey, taking no time to prepare him and the pain ripped through him like a bolt of electricity.
Harvey was aware that he was screaming for a time, he was also perpetually aware of the knife against his throat, which changed hands a few times as they each took several turns between his legs. He was always aware of the feeling of them inside of him, it was a constant that prevented him from trying to pretend he was somewhere else. The pain of each thrust etching itself on his memory. Their hands traveled his body, exploring him unabashedly and he could smell their sweat. The room started the spin after the second round and he hoped that he might get his wish to pass out. He had finally stopped screaming, because his mouth and throat were so dry he just couldn't anymore. He didn't know when it would end, but suddenly it did stop.
Seller leaned over him, breathing hard with sweat on his forehead, and smiled at him with a new kind of satisfaction.
"Good boy Harvey, a job well done."
Harvey wanted so much to cry and scream more, but forced himself to regain some calm outwardly, swallowing in vain to moisten his throat, enough to ask "are we even now?"
Seller's smile grew wider
"Not even close"
The room spun even more and then it all went black
Harvey awoke a short time later, and as he regained awareness of himself, where he was and worst of all, what had happened, he slid to the floor and stared at the carpet. He was aware of the pain throughout his body, mostly on his inner thighs and delicate areas. He looked at his thigh and could see the bruises forming already along with a trail of dried blood that had run down from his ass. He wondered how long he had been unconscious.
He was grateful to see that he was alone but being alone also held it's own terror.
The overwhelming need to get out of the office enveloped him and he started scrambling around for his clothes and found that none of them were remotely wearable anymore, thanks to the knife. He crawled to a small bureau by Donna's desk to retrieve some workout clothes he kept at the office should the time come up when he might need them. He figured that now was as good a time as any and dressed as quickly as the pain and his shaking hands would let him.
His first attempt to stand was a failure and he fell roughly onto his side. Panting from the pain he gripped the side of a chair and pulled himself up a second time, and finding more success at remaining upright he began to walk towards the door.
Out of the corner of his eye he could see the state his office was in and the horrifying thought of someone finding it like this hit him. He didn't want anyone to know what had happened, his shame hit him like a ton of bricks and he quickly began to gather the remnants of his clothes, stuffing them into the garbage and then using tissues wiped up the blood and semen from the desk and the floor. He started to pick up the papers but realized that the sun was starting to come up. Grabbing the garbage bag he decided that he would have to leave the rest of the office and feign that he had been robbed. If there was no evidence of the rape, which he quickly made sure there wasn't after his cleanup, then he hoped robbery would be plausible enough.
Carrying the garbage bag he made his way to the elevators. Hoping that no one would come to the office this early he pushed the button. He knew he couldn't make it down the stairs. When the doors opened and the elevator proved empty he sighed softly in relief.
On the ride down he again remembered the security guard, he wasn't sure what he was going to walk into in the lobby, and wasn't sure he could handle it but had no choice.
Stepping tentatively out of the elevator, what he could see of the lobby seemed to be completely normal. Walking quietly he approached the security desk and discovered it empty.
Hoping with all hope that the guard was simply out doing a check he moved as quickly as he could to the door, the desperation to get away from that building all the more intense.
After dumping the garbage bag of clothes into the bin behind the restaurant next door he began walking home since he hadn't been able to find his wallet, he couldn't get a cab. He made it about two blocks before he bent over and was violently sick on the sidewalk. Ignoring the nearby comments of a homeless man and feeling the dizziness quickly returning he began to look feverishly for a cab. He wasn't sure how he was going to pay for it, but he knew he couldn't walk.
As he slid gingerly into the back of the cab, he noticed the cab driver looking at him with clear alarm on his face. Harvey wondered just how bad he looked, and tried to remember if they had hit his face at all. He didn't think so, as they wouldn't want to leave openly visible marks. But he figured he was still one hell of a sight nonetheless.
"please, I just need to go home"
The cabby blinked and sighed, "where to?"
Suddenly he wasn't sure. Fear gripped him that they may be waiting for him at his apartment, and he wasn't sure where he wanted to go.
And then he realized he was speaking and giving the cabby an address that sounded familiar.
As they rode on he tried to remember where he knew the address from until they pulled up in front of the pale unassuming building and he realized where he was.
Mike's place.
He suddenly realized that there was no where else he would rather be, he longed to have Mike tell him it was going to be ok and hold him, but he knew this wasn't going to happen, and he didn't know how he would even begin his to explain his current state to Mike. He did know that he didn't want Mike to know what had really happened. Mike could never know the truth.
After vacillating for a few minutes, the cabby roused him from his thoughts and Harvey closed his eyes and sighed, he apologized to the cabby for the confusion and then gave him his own address. The cabby started to complain about having to drive back in the opposite direction, but after looking at Harvey's pale face he quieted and began driving.