Summary:

Mike Ross has been in an abusive relationship with Trevor since high school. In the beginning it was loving and affectionate but it's become dark and morbid. Trevor stopped loving Mike, now he loves to torture Mike. Mike can't leave, he wants to but he can't. Harvey Spector plans to change that. He wants to save Mike—at least what's left of him.

Author Note:

I must admit, to the wondering eye this story may be quite confusing. It tends to jump around from past, present to future. There is a significant character death(s) involved within in this story as for now, it should only be two… or at least that I am hoping. The romance and abuse tends to counteract with one another, some parts tend to be quite dark but I will try to soften them out with romance afterwards. I applaud you for reading.

Mike's face was a mess. There was blood dripping from his nose to his lip. A dried blood trail had strained his left side of his face. His shirt was ripped, jeans with scuff marks. His shirt was nearly see through minus the blood and you could clearly see shoe imprints along his rib cage.

'Do you want to talk about it?' The doctor asked

Mike looked at the ground not answering; he just looked at the floor trailing the cracks and dents with his eyes as the doctor continued on.

'So, you told the nurse that you fell down some stairs?' the doctor added hoping to get an answer

Mike's eyes lifted the floor to the doctors in a leave-it-alone kind of way, with that the doctor filled out a script handed it to him and left for the door. On his way out he said one last thing, 'Don't let this go on for too long. It may seem okay now, but it will get worse. Get out while you can, Mr. Ross.'

Mike flinched when he heard the door close; he grabbed his legs, pulling them to his chest as he silently cried. He cried about Trevor, about Harvey; about everything. He didn't know just how long he could actually put up with this. He'd given Trevor his last two cents. He let Trevor fuck him roughly, force him to say his name as he came. It hurt the pain, the roughness; it wasn't consensual. Or maybe it was. He couldn't tell anymore. Whether or not he was in 'the mood' they would do it; hard and painful. He wouldn't object but he wouldn't oblige to it.

The door opened again, he swore that if it was the doctor he would book it. His head rose as the familiar voice began speaking.

'Are you that much of an idiot.' Harvey said angered as he shut the door behind him 'You go back to him over and over again, when are you going to grow up and leave.'

'Harvey—

'Don't 'Harvey' me. I told you this would happen again. I told you, Mike. Hell I could have bet on it or set a fucking date. God, sometimes I wonder if you are even an adult, you act like a goddamn child.' Harvey said angered

'I'm not a child.' Mike said as tears fell from his eyes

'Are you sure about that? Goddamn, Mike; get your shit together or you're fired. I can't afford to put anymore out on the line for you. Screw up one more time, I'll fire your ass and make sure you don't ever get a job in this damn city. Remember this, while you work for me; I own you.' Harvey said as he walked out the door

…

'I'd love to stay and chit-chat but my date just go here.' Harvey said walking away from Jessica

Harvey adjusted his tie and drank his wine as he approached Mike and was about ready to throw his glass across the room, just to hear it shatter to a million pieces. Getting closer to Mike, he could see a clearly defined black and blue mark above his right eye that looked at least an hour old.

'What the hell is this?' Harvey said trying not to alert anyone

'What is what?' Mike asked almost confusing himself

Harvey grabbed Mike's arm practically dragging him through the room towards the men's bathroom. Once inside the bathroom, he checked underneath the stalls to make sure no one else was in there after that, he pushed the trashcan in front of the door blocking the entry way.

'What's your problem?' Mike asked leaning against the wall

'Your black eye, did you really think that no one would notice?' Harvey asked trying not to yell

'There isn't much I could do to hide it.' Mike said sounding like a small child

'You should have stayed home.' Harvey said angered

'No, I couldn't have. If I would have stayed home; you would have forced me to come. Then you wouldn't shut up about it tomorrow.' Mike said as tears appeared to bunch up in his eyes 'I don't like pissing you off, so no; I couldn't have.'

Harvey stood near the doorway as the younger man slid to the ground, hands over his eyes as tears fell violently. His sob filled the room and echoed throughout Harvey's mind, usually Harvey would find himself completely annoyed with the fact that someone was weak enough to cry in front of him but he found himself somewhat drawn to comfort the man.

He sat next to him and holding him in his arms as his salty tears fell from his eyes onto his expensive suit. He had no time to be angry about the tears that were now staining his suit; he was too set on trying to quiet the cries. His hand found its way to Mike's hair, rubbing almost petting his head.

'Mike, shush; it's okay.' He finally said trying to calm him

He repeated it multiple times to him, while Mike's tears finally stopped and they just sat there in silence as the door tried to open but whoever tried opening it eventually gave up. Harvey held Mike in his arms for what seemed like hours, just enjoying the feeling of Mike in his arms.

Mike leaned up to look at Harvey who was staring at the wall, he figured trying to block out the annoyance of his tears. Mike trying the hardest he could to make himself presentable before speaking to Harvey.

'I will go home now.' Mike said quietly

'No, you won't.' Harvey said angered 'You're going to stay here.'

'Harvey.' Mike said standing up and trying to walk out the door

'Stop.' Harvey said standing behind him, glaring 'Mike, stop!' when his words went unnoticed, he grabbed Mike's arm and pushed him up against the wall.

Mike flinched, violently; trying to release himself from Harvey's grip. Harvey had one hand along Mike's waist holding him against the wall while the other was above his head. Harvey stood in silence and horrified at the reaction he just caused.

Mike allowed a stifled cry to escape his throat, leaving Harvey with less than a second to realize Mike was once again crying.

'Mike, I'm sorry.' Harvey said in a soft whisper

Harvey released his grip on Mike's waist placing his hand next to Mike's head. He wasn't entirely sure what he was planning on doing, but his body was moving against his will. Mike's blue eyes were blurred with tears as he leaned in and placed a soft kiss along his lips. Harvey wasn't impatient like he normally was when kissing; he was relaxed and allowed Mike to take control.

It was a perfect moment.

It was perfect that was until Mike pulled away suddenly. He gave Harvey a confused look before he escaped Harvey's grip and left the room, leaving the trashcan spinning on its side.

Harvey didn't shout he didn't call after him; he just stood there in the bathroom, wondering what had happen and why he enjoyed the kiss so much.

…

Harvey would make his occasional stops at Mike's cubicle to talk about the case or to give him more work. One time, Harvey was caught off guard when Mike eyes never left the paper before him and had a red mark alongside his cheek. Mike spoke in a low tone, trying to take the attention away from him, wishing that Harvey wouldn't bring it up and thankfully he didn't. Harvey wasn't exactly sure why he didn't bring the mark up, maybe it was out of respect of because he could tell Mike didn't want to talk about it; but he left it alone.

Mike made it a habit of rarely leaving his cubicle and speaking up, in the beginning he was always talking, always excited; the most energetic adult you'd ever seen. That was what caught Harvey's attention first, how he was so eager to learn and would be incredibly easy to mold into his protégée. Mike was now coming to work, less happy; less ecstatic. He'd shown up for work one day in a tattered suit, shoes that looked like he'd gotten them out of the garbage accompanied with split lip.

'Mike?' Harvey would say in a soft tone 'Are you okay?'

Mike wouldn't answer he'd just walk away, walk back to the bathrooms and pour his eyes out. It became another one of his daily routines if anyone showed just a little concern.

Donna: Mike, what happen to your face? Who did this to you? Are you in trouble? Mike, do you need anyone to talk to, remember I'm here. I'm worried about you. Mike, why don't you take the day off?

Louis: Mike, I need you to file—What happen to your face? Hey, this firm doesn't pay you to sleep on the job. Why are you looking over your shoulder? Afraid the boogey man will come get you?

Jessica: Mike, I don't pay you to screw around.

—He was always shooting them down.

I tripped, not easy walking around in a suit that's not made for you. I told you, I tripped. I'm not in trouble, trust me. There's nothing for me to talk about but thanks for the offer. Donna, I'm fine; don't worry. I can't take the day off; Harvey needs this done by five.

I fell down the stairs. I'm not sleeping! I'm not looking over my shoulder.

I'm going to get back to work.

It was always the same; someone would ask if he was doing alright and the question would immediately be blocked.

Mike's charm could hide the true emotions and the pain, but it didn't matter who it was they could all sense that something was off.

…

Harvey awoke to the annoying sound of knuckles on his door and his doorbell going off repeatedly, he swore if it was another solicitor he would sue them for whatever excuse he could come up with. Opening the door, he was in utter shock.

Mike stood in front of the doorway; with new bruises another spilt lip and completely heartbreaking look in his eyes.

Harvey sighed and stepped back allowing Mike to enter the apartment. Mike didn't move.

He gently placed his hands on Mike's shoulder and maneuvered him into the room. Mike flinched at the contact, but his facial expression didn't change. Harvey helped Mike to the couch where he then scoured his apartment for his fist-aid kit to treat Mike's wounds.

Mike's face twitched as Harvey applied medicine and Harvey let out a sigh of relief when he finally began speaking.

'It was my fault.'

Harvey starred into Mike's eyes, wondering if that was meant for him or just Mike trying to reassure himself.

'It was my fault.' Mike repeated

Harvey's heart nearly skipped a beat when he knew what he was talking about, 'He hits you and you blame yourself?'

'He didn't mean it. I just—I just…'

'Just what, Mike?' Harvey asked in disbelief that he was still blaming himself 'What did you do wrong?'

The blond grabbed Harvey's hand, either trying to feel skin-to-skin contact or just to hold Harvey's hand, 'He loves me.'

Harvey felt the acid in his stomach rise as he took in the sentence love, he didn't know what love was. 'Mike…'

'Please, Harvey don't.' Mike begged

'Don't what, Mike. Tell you that you're making a mistake.' Harvey said trying his best to keep his voice low

'I'm not making a mistake.' Mike said falling to his knees between Harvey's legs

Mike cried and pleaded for forgiveness, he pleaded for Trevor to stop; for everything to go back to normal. Harvey placed a hand on Mike's head as he sobbed into is lap. Harvey had enough of Mike's sorrow, Mike was always complaining how his life wasn't great, how he was being treated horrible yet he did nothing to stop it. He kept going back to Trevor. Back to the danger claiming Trevor loved him.

In the end, it was the same Mike would come pleading to Harvey. Crying.

He grabbed Mike's head pulling him up towards him, 'Are you going to stop going back to Trevor?'

'What?' Mike asked voice still breaking

'If you keep going back to Trevor, I will not help you. I won't have a care for you in the world.' Harvey said tucking his hand under Mike's chin

'I…'

'If you go back to him, we're done. You will not come to me to complain about Trevor.' Harvey said in a stern voice '

'I love him.'

Something came over Harvey in the very moment, something unlike any other feeling he'd ever experienced; he grabbed the boy by his waist pulled him closer to him and kissed him. It was sweet and passionate, unlike any kiss Mike experienced. For the first time in years, he wasn't scared or lonely; he was content. He was happy.

…

Harvey hadn't seen Mike since he kissed. He hadn't seen him at work either, it began to bother it. The boy was no where to be found. To be honest, he didn't really know why he'd kissed him. He needed to see Mike again to explain that the kiss didn't mean anything, but it did. It meant something to Harvey Spector. Something he couldn't admit to anyone. He wanted Mike. Maybe he even loved him.

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