Mike jerkily nodded his agreement and Harvey turned him around and lifted him up. Mike quickly wrapped his legs around Harvey's bare waist as Harvey carried him toward the bed. If the keening noises mike was making and how he was rubbing himself against Harvey's stomach were any indication, Mike really wanted this. "Calm down." Harvey murmured kissing his temple and laying him down on the bed in front of him. Harvey leaned over Mike and pulled his shirt up and over his head, tossing it as far away from the bed as it would take to keep Mike naked after this was over and then made quick work of Mike's pants, no boxers, they had ruined those earlier. And then Harvey just stared, so long Mike got a little uncomfortable and began trying to cover himself with his arms. Harvey pushed his hands away. "Stop that." He said smirking "I'm trying to admire you like this so that once we're done and you're completely and utterly fucked and blessed out, I can then admire my handy work."

Mike swallowed and Harvey watched his Adams apple bob, his sex drive suddenly kicked up a notch. He leaned down, kissing Mike fervently. "Now usually I would have you on your hands and knees. But you, I want to see your face the whole time. You know what that means?"

"Missionary?" Mike gasped as Harvey slid them both all the way back to the pillows.

"Missionary." Harvey agreed, licking the cords of muscles on Mike's throat. Harvey kissed his way down Mike's body, stop every now and then and focusing on certain spots that made Mike shake with want, like his nipples, his naval, and the soft skin between his hip bones. Harvey held his hand out to Mike and wordlessly Mike swiped the lube of the bedside table and handed it to Harvey knowing that that was what he was looking for. Harvey kissed the tip of Mike's penis and then sat up straight and looked at Mike. "Condoms?" He asked. Mike just stared at him, embarrassment starting to fill up his chest. "What's wrong?" Harvey asked sternly.

"I don't want to…."

"to what?"

"Use condoms." Mike muttered quietly, looking anywhere but Harvey's face. Harvey cocked his head to the side.

"You don't?" He asked, disbelieving. Mike shook his head. "Why not? Are you allergic to latex?" Another shake. "You don't like the feel of one?" Mike shrugged not exactly agreeing so Harvey thought for a second and then smirked and draped himself over Mike's body to kiss him. "Is it that you want to feel me, just me the first time?" Mike whimpered and Harvey nipped at his jaw. "Answer me." He said falling quickly into a dominant position.

"Yes. That's it." Harvey smirked and leaned back again, squirting some lube on his fingers and rubbing it around Mike's entrance, readying him before pushing in just a little bit, mike's body fought against Harvey's finger for a second and then Harvey pushed in a little more, continuing slowly until his whole finger was inside of Mike. He looked up at Mike's face, his jaw was slack, eyes closed, hands running through his hair trying to control some part of this feeling. Harvey smirked. He had hoped that Mike would not want to use condoms, it had been a while since the last time he had sex and he had been checked a week ago, he was clean, and he wasn't really worried about Mike, somehow he trusted Mike's "sleeping" habits.

Mike was groaning and Harvey loved seeing him like this, his head thrown back, whimpering with pleasure, wanting more, "You want another finger?" Harvey asked, watching as Mike stuttered out his yes, his plea for Harvey to go ahead. A thrill of want ran down Harvey's spine as he slipped another finger into Mike's extremely tight entrance, Mike winced momentarily, and then Harvey bent his fingers inside of him and hit a spot that made Mike cry out, loudly. But something else in the house was louder and Harvey stopped moving his fingers. "Did you hear that?" He whispered, slowly pulling his hand out and away from Mike. Mike shook his head and whimpered at the loss of contact. Harvey looked down at him as a crash sounded from the direction of the kitchen. "Stay. Here." He said climbing off the bed and pulling on sweat pants that lay on the floor.

"Harvey." Harvey turned to Mike. "Be careful, please." Harvey rolled his eyes, sometimes Mike could be such a girl.

The kitchen was empty, but a few cabinets and the drawer under the oven were open and rummaged through. Harvey looked around, there was no sign that anyone had even come in here. Harvey went to the kitchen closet and grabbed the autographed Louiville slugger holding it sort of loosely in his hand. He did a walkthrough of the house, stopping when he seen a manila envelope on the couch. "Mike!" he called. "Come here." After a minute Mike walked briskly in to the room, pants sagging low on his hips. Harvey handed him the envelope. "I haven't opened it yet."

"Why are the kitchen cabinets open?"

"It's a tactic Mike; they wanted us to know that they can get into even our most private places." Mike lifted his eyes brows at Harvey. This wasn't Harvey's private place, Harvey's private place was his office, that was his real home and he said as much. Harvey smirked and told Mike to open the goddamn file. Mike did stopping as he pulled out the first picture. Him and Harvey, this couldn't be mistaken, what they were doing was obvious, Harvey's hand wrapped around his prick, his hands hold Harvey close. He kept going, Harvey laying Mike on the bed. Pictures from tonight, like they had been standing right there.

"Harvey." Harvey was standing behind him now, arms wrapped around his waist, head on his shoulder, watching the slide show of the pictures in Mike's hand. "They were here the whole time." He whispered, fear boiling up inside of him. Harvey's arms tightened around Mike. "What are we going to do." Mike stared at the second to last photo, Mike and him on the couch, right before Mike started Harvey's blowjob. The last photo was of Harvey driving himself into Mike mouth. It only showed the back of Mike's head, but it showed Harvey off like he was a Greek god striking a pose to be carved into stone. Harvey upper torso was put on display, muscular and beautiful, his head was thrown back, hand curled in Mike's hair, Mike's hand gripping Harvey's thigh.

"I look hot." Harvey said complementing the picture that should never have been taken. Mike nudged Harvey away from him, getting annoyed at how easily he was dismissing this. "Mike, I'm trying. But I don't respond to threats, not by backing down. And when I look back at the past couple days, I'm not going to complain about this guy, whoever he is, because he pushed us together, and what we were doing a minute ago, I feel like I've been waiting to see you like that my entire life. So put on your big boys pants. You want this to stop; we're going to have to beat the guy."

"Beat him?"

"Figure out his plan. Figure out his point of view in this whole thing." Mike stared at him. "We need back up." Harvey admitted and Mike thought it was the smartest thing he'd said in a little while. "We need Jessica and Donna." And there it went right out the window, Mike thought Harvey was going to say something rational like 'let's call the police', but no, apparently Donna and Jessica are a lot more effective….

Well, now that he thought about it that was probably true.

Harvey had already pulled out his phone and plopped down on the couch motioning for Mike to come to him. Mike gave him a look, silently asking how he could be so relaxed about this whole thing. And Harvey responded, pursing his lips and looking annoyed a face that clearly said 'because I'm Harvey Fucking Specter' and then he motioned for Mike again. Mike sat down beside Harvey, as Harvey spoke quickly into the phone and then hung up and made another quick call. When he hung up for a second time he looked at Mike, "They'll be here in about an hour. That gives us about forty five minutes." He whispered, closing the distance between himself and Mike. Mike pushed him away, looking annoyed. "What's wrong?"

"What do you mean what's wrong, we're being stalked Harvey, this guy could be dangerous, I just got you, I can't lose you now. And you're sitting acting like it doesn't matter, when it does. No one has made threats to us until now. Not like this…"

"They aren't threats Mike, they're photos." Mike shook his head and got up.

"Where are you going now?" Harvey asked as Mike stepped over his legs.

"Back to the bedroom." Mike snapped. Harvey rolled his eyes and kept his spot warm for the next hour, not giving in even when he heard tiny little whimpers coming from the bedroom. He knew he should go in there, but Mike needed to realize that this isn't the first and probably won't be the last time something like this has happened and he needed to know that Harvey wasn't soft, even if it hurt him to teach him that. But mostly Harvey just didn't want to be the one to apologize first.

A knock sounded through the house and Harvey got up and quickly walked to the door, opening it to two very annoyed, scary women. "What's going on?" Jessica asked, not waiting for an invitation inside, just walking in. She was wearing her pajamas and house slippers, but she still looked so elegant it was ridiculous. Donna followed in behind her, leaning up to kiss Harvey's cheek.

"Hey boss." She muttered pushing some Chinese food into his hand. "That's for Mike, don't eat it." He frowned at her. "Where is Mike?"

"Bedroom." Harvey muttered and watched Donna head that way.

"Put that in the fridge." She called past her shoulder as she walked down the hallway.

"Harvey, it's two in the morning." Jessica raised an eyebrow. Harvey walked over to the table and grabbed all of the pictures that had been sent to him and handed them over to her. She looked at them only for a moment. Then her eyes widened a little. "If you ever get your license taken, go into porn." She laughed. "What is this Harvey?"

"Those have been getting sent to me. I've gotten threatening messages, no, we have gotten threatening messages, phone calls, tonight when we got home my living room was trashed, that's why the table is gone."

"And the TV?" it had been a present from her to Harvey for his thirty third birthday two years ago.

"Yeah, that too." Harvey looked around before continuing. "We were in the bedroom about to uh… yeah, and I heard a crash and when I got in here the cabinets were open rummaged through, and those lasts photos were laying on the table." Jessica nodded.

"Why is he in your room alone?"

Harvey sat quietly for a while but finally caved under the weight of Jessica's gaze. "We had an argument." Jessica cocked her head to the side, a gesture that called Harvey's action more ridiculous than anything.

"You had an argument?" she sneered. "Harvey, I've known you a long time. And in all the time I've known you, you've been plenty of different things, but stupid has never been one of them." Harvey went to speak but Jessica cut him off with a wave of her hand. "But if you don't go in there and comfort that boy, you're going to lose him and that would be stupid."

"He needs to know I'm not soft."

"Harvey, he does know that. You need to know that he is soft, very soft, and he needs you to be sweet to him." She looked at him softly. "Harvey, be sweet to him. Now, go to him and tell donna to come here."

Dear readers,

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Always,

Alice