You can't get much clearer than this, this slow inexorable push: even in his sleep, Harvey's making it crystal clear that Mike isn't actually welcome here. Harvey, Mike knows, doesn't do serious. Harvey does one night stands.

Harvey can wax poetic about addiction all he likes, facts Mike knows are half made up and truths that are mostly lies, but he knows Harvey knows—it’s a break in the monotony he’s looking for, a place to put it, an off off off switch he’s never quite managed to find.

Nobody loses at strip poker.

At this moment Mike cannot regret any decision he has ever made because they have all lead him to this: watching Harvey Specter fuck the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in real life.

And to think, the day started out so ordinary.

"You're thinking of him. I can tell because you look sort of proud, but not in a paternal way. I think I'm beginning to understand the puppy analogy."

And it’s during this miracle that Harvey happens upon them, bent low over Mike’s motherboard and trying to figure out where that hissing noise is coming from and why it sounds like parseltongue.

“I don’t know what that is, but I have a feeling you should keep your tongues to yourself on company time. Just an FYI. Footnote: now that you’ve got a new boyfriend does that mean I’m off the hook? Can I stop shaving my legs again?”

Ben gapes at Harvey like he’s just told him that jQuery is for n00bs.

Mike pats him in what he hopes is a mollifying manner and shushes Harvey in what he knows isn’t half as scolding a tone as he intends.

Mike and Harvey wake up in Vegas. It's pretty much all downhill from there.

Original prompt on the kink meme: "I could pull that off! I have...soft features..."

So of course Mike gets it into his head that he needs to prove this to Harvey, because Mike is a smartass. And see, the thing is that so far, Harvey has managed perfectly well to ignore the fact that he'd love nothing more than to bend his associate over the nearest desk, or push him up against the closest available surface, but seeing Mike in a short black dress that is just...way too revealing for public? That's just too much. This is what he gets for demanding that Mike bring him the Heartland briefs over the weekend.

Christ, with a hemline that short it is amazingly apparent that Mike is very literally all legs, and what beautifully toned legs they are, too. Shit, and he shaved them, too. The little asshole.

After a client pukes on Mike and dies, Pearson Hardman is put under quarantine. The Associates go feral, the Paralegals build a fort, and Mike ends up in Harvey's office watching Inherit The Wind -- at least until Harvey notices something is wrong.

Mike tells Gram after a month, when he senses she knows, but also is aware that’s a piss-poor reason to keep on lying by omission. He says, “I lost the job.”

Harvey Specter wasn't the rich renegade badass that plucked Mike from his potential life of crime.

Tony Stark was.

Single-breasted, high-gorge notched lapel, three-button, double-vented, with jetted pockets. And that's just the jacket.

Harvey sometimes moonlights as a Star Trek BNF. Mike might have an attitude problem on the internet. TiberiusGhost is strangely compelling, for a recluse who never goes to meetups, and Harvey's finding this kid Photohead vaguely familiar.

Wherein Mike is Merlin reincarnated, Harvey is Arthur, everybody else is everybody else, and they fall in love. Again.

"Hold on," Mike asked, "you made Donna come into work in the middle of a blizzard?"

"I don't make Donna do anything. Haven't you learned by now?" Harvey gave Mike a mean little smile, but under that was relief for anyone to see. "You, I can make come into the office in a blizzard."

Five years. Five times they don't fuck, just fuck with each other. No times they don't.

Mike is tired of Harvey acting like he couldn’t find his own dick with both hands and a map. He's a grown man, goddammit.

After a hard week at work, Harvey and Mike are on their way to Harvey's condo, desperate for some time alone. What they don't know is that Harvey's parents have come to visit, and when Harvey pushes Mike against the front door to thoroughly ravish him before they have even entered, Harvey's parents decide to investigate where the noise is coming from and open the door.

Mike and Harvey are in a relationship. They just don't know it yet.

Donna and Harvey have been looking out for each other since they were kids. It's what family is supposed to do, after all.

The impulse to hang Mike from the rafters and find out where it hurts is nothing compared to how strongly Harvey has to restrain himself from rewarding Mike when he’s done well, when Mike is looking at him full of longing and hope for praise, and Harvey wants nothing more than to shower him with words and touches showing Mike exactly how good Harvey thinks he is. OR; in which Jessica Knows Everything, and also there is bondage and wooing, not necessarily in that order.

In an alternate universe, Harvey's still a lawyer but Mike's not a pot runner -- he's a deliveryman for Rollo's Pizza and Ribs, which happens to be Harvey's favorite pizza place. Once Harvey finds out his pizza guy is a genius, Mike's life takes a few turns he would not have expected.

Mike swallows and stares unblinkingly back at Harvey when he says, “Like it or not, Mike, you made me the man I am today.” Time Traveler’s Wife AU.

Harvey takes exception to Mike's tie, Mike's habit of sitting on his desk, Mike's lunch partner...everything but Mike himself.

He likes Mike.

Drug testing at Pearson Hardman does not have its desired preventative effect. (Sex, drugs, and a little bit of Soul.)

At seventeen, Trevor and Jenny are prototypical high school sweethearts, or they would be, it if wasn’t for Mike. They’ve been dating since the eighth grade, and it’s at the point where they’re firmly “Trevor and Jenny,” and not “Trevor” and “Jenny,” but Mike’s been there for every minute of it. Officially, he’s Trevor’s best friend, and Jenny’s confidante, but in practice, Mike’s so much more than that.

The customer at the register was not even remotely close to a college student. He was wearing an extremely spiffy three piece suit and his hair was all slicked back. He looked like the ken dolls the neighborhood girls used to play with, but he was extremely attractive. He wouldn't have pegged Celia for the easily flustered type, but she'd only been there a week and a half so what did he know?

Before Mike could say anything, the suit said "grande soy triple dirty chai, extra foam, extra hot."

Harvey's client is trying to take on the mob, in the form of John "Three-Guns" Boccacho. Johnny Three-Guns has decided Harvey's an easier target, but fortunately Harvey's top PI and all-around badass, Mike Ross, is on the case.

Mike's last three days of indentured servitude to Louis (and whoever Louis farms him out to) are spent in the service of an elderly lawyer named Jack, who poached him from a partner and knows more than he's letting on.

Mike was raised to believe Imprint was a life-changing event for those few lucky enough to experience it. Harvey was raised to believe it was a form of mental illness. When it actually happened, neither of them noticed.