A/N: That episode really didn't do anything for me except the fact that Harvey and Mike looked damn hot in those tuxes. Next episode though…damn! P.S. this chapter is somewhat less serious than the other two.
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The next day at work, Harvey walks in with his head held high as if he didn't drink himself to sleep the night before. Mike sees him walking past and immediately goes to his side like usual. Except this time, they don't talk about work or bicker like teenagers. They don't even look at each other; they just stare forward towards where they are going.

"Mike," Harvey says professionally.
"Harvey." Mike says in the same way. Even if their tone is no different than normal, it still sends shivers down their backs at the other saying their name.

"Bathroom. Five minutes."
"Got it." And Harvey goes right and Mike goes left and they act like they didn't even see each other.

Mike knows that it's a terrible time to ask Harvey a serious question when his back is against the tiled wall and Harvey is trying to mark up his neck. But he does it anyways, because really Harvey's in control right now and Mike can do nothing but enjoy it. "Hey, so how did things with Donna go last night?" Mike feels Harvey groan against his skin before the man pulls away and stares at him. "What?"

Harvey smirks, "I'm doing some of my best work here and you're asking about Donna?"

"Fine, I'll ask a different question," it's no better, but Harvey agrees with a shrug and goes back to kissing Mike's neck. "How come your always the dominate one? I'm pretty sure I have a bruise on my back from your shelves from last night," with a glare from his boss, Mike knows the answer. It's in his title; Harvey's the boss. He's in charge. He's in control. Mike doesn't mind that really. But there's this annoying thought in the back of his mind that says that since Harvey's in control, he can stop this anytime he wishes. "Point taken; carry on." And Harvey actually smiles and Mike forgets all about Donna and who's the dominate one, and everything else in the world because Harvey choose to be here right now, with him, and that feels too damn good to reunion.

They would have continued if it wasn't for Louis marching into the bathroom; Harvey practically flew back, turning on the sink as if he was washing his hands and Mike grabbed paper towels as if he had already washed his. They would have gotten away with it if it wasn't for the fact that the top buttons of Mike's shirt were undone so that Harvey could get to his neck better. That and the fact that Mike looks too damn embarrassed and flushed to be just drying his hands. "What's going on?" Louis asks, trying to meddle into the situation. If he only knew, none of them would want him in the situation. That would be just plain disturbing.

"Mike got ink on his suit," Harvey lied smoothly; he is Harvey Specter, it's easy to get people to think the way he wants them to. Louis examines Mike with squinted eyes; it makes Mike uncomfortable, but he just stands up straight and acts natural.

"Where?"
"It's gone now." Mike shrugs and starts to get the hell out of there. "Thanks, Harvey."

"Yup." Mike's gone while Harvey rubs water onto his face because his cheeks are burning.

"How'd you get the stain out so fast?" Louis pries. Harvey tries not to roll his eyes as he shuts the tap off.

"I've got one of those Tide To Go sticks," if Mike was in here, he would have chuckled at how dirty that could sound. Just knowing what Mike would do freaks Harvey out because he obviously has been around the kid too long.

"…Those actually work?"

"Uh-huh," Harvey dries his face off with a towel and throws it away. "See ya, Louis." It's the pat on the shoulder that through Louis off even more.

"Can I borrow it sometime?" Louis calls over his shoulder.
"No."

The next time they talk, the two lawyers are sitting in the limo going to a client's house. "Seriously, how did things go with Donna?" Mike asks again.

"You might want to cover that up," Harvey motions towards Mike's neck without looking away from his window. When Mike's fingers go up to his neck, it's the first time he realizes how soar it is. It's worth it, Mike shrugs it off and does what Harvey suggested.

"Stop trying to change the subject Harvey," Mike isn't in the mood for any games right now. This whole thing is too confusing to be put off as if it's what they've always done and it's normal. "We're going to talk about this."

"I have a better idea." Harvey reaches over and closes the window that separates the back of the limo to Ray's driver's seat. With it covered up, he doesn't hesitate to kiss Mike hard.

"Harvey, no," Mike leans back. His seat belt is pushing into his chest but he doesn't care. "Stop kissing me to put off talking about what's going on." Sighing, Harvey sits back down in his own seat.

"Is that what you think I'm doing?"

"Oh, I know that's what you're doing," It makes Mike feel cheap thinking about it, but when it happens, he could care less. But right now, he's aggravated. Everything's changing so fast and yet it feels like time hasn't moved at all. It makes Mike feel restless. "Donna leaves, you kiss me. Donna shows up at your apartment and you guys talk, you're giving me hickies in the men's room. I try to talk about Donna both then and now and you just keep going; stop using me to hide from your own crap."

Mike doesn't mean to sound so harsh, but he has to lay down the law sometimes. Propping his elbow up on the door and looking out the window with his fist against his mouth, Mike tries to think about anything other than the fact that Harvey's staring at him with shock. There are many times where Mike gets angry at Harvey or talks back. But for him to talk back about this…?

Knowing that Mike's not going to listen to a think Harvey says, the older man uncovers the window and looks out his own. The rest of the ride is silent until they get there. When Ray looks at them through his mirror, it's clear that both of them are upset and he knows why. Just because he couldn't see them doesn't mean he can't hear them.

"You were right," Harvey says randomly while they're working in his office. He's at his desk and Mike's on the couch looking through case work. Mike looks up to see Harvey still reading. "I was using you to get my mind off of what's going on." When Mike lets out a sigh and sits back against the couch, Harvey finally looks up. "But that doesn't mean I don't enjoy it."

"I know you do," Mike dares to smirk a little. It makes Harvey chuckle, but only for a short second. Then they're back to being serious. "Are we going to talk about it?"

"Do we have to?" that's the real question. They don't have to talk about it; they can carry on with it, or stop it without having to say a word about it. But would it be better to? Probably.

"Yes," Mike stands up. Going around the coffee table and up to Harvey's desk, he rests his hands on the glass and hunches his shoulders so that his face is closer to Harvey's. "I don't know what this is…but…I kind of enjoy it too."

There's no one else around the office by now, so Harvey has no problem with grabbing a hold of Mike's shoulder and pulling him down more to kiss him. It's short, but strong and leaves Mike breathless and wanting more. "Good," Harvey smiles. "There. We talked about it."

"Not really," Mike chuckles. "But who says we have to talk about it right now?"
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They do eventually talk about it. And when they talk about it, it doesn't end how they both wanted. At the end of the night, Mike get's up from the couch—their sitting normally now, not doing anything—grabs his coat and leaves while Harvey continues to stare out the window wall. When Mike slams the door shut, Harvey jumps; closing his eyes, he tries not to think about it but his thoughts are screaming at him. He wants to go after Mike. But he can't.

Because they ended things.

The next day when Mike's looking through paper work at his desk, Rachel comes in to talk to him. She sees how he has bags under red rimmed eyes and how he can't highlight the words in a straight line because of his shaking hand. "Mike," Rachel walks quicker to get to his side. "Are you okay?" They may have broken up, but she still cares. Putting one hand on his shoulder and the other on his arm, she makes him look up at her.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good." Mike clears his throat and puts on a fact smile.

"You look…" She didn't want to offend him, but damn he looked terrible. "…tired."

"Didn't sleep well last night, that's all."

And when she passes Harvey later on that day and sees that he's drinking way more coffee than normal and jazz is playing none stop in his office, she asks him the same question and Harvey gives the same answer. "I didn't sleep well."

"Okay," Rachel frowns as she leaves the office. She would have put two and two together and think that they spent the night together but they both look much too depressed.

"We got into a little argument. That's all; it happens. We fight all the time." Mike sighs when Rachel nags him about it in the lounge.

"Okay, yeah but Mike you didn't see the look on his—"
"Sorry, Rach, but I really gotta go." Mike accuses himself and rushes out of the area. Rachel just groans with frustration.

"You two are so damn complicated!" she doesn't even know the half of it.

A/N: Bummer right? Sorry! It's going to stay like that for a little bit until I can find a way to brighten it up again. Luckily, there's this Louis to add comical humor.