Chapter Text
"And appetite, an universal wolf,
So doubly seconded with will and power,
Must make perforce an universal prey
And last eat up himself. "
William Shakespeare, Troilus and Cressida (I, iii).
It had been a long day. Mike and Harvey had been trapped in meetings for most of it; grueling negotiations for a merger of two of the city’s more prominent venture capital firms. They had managed to hammer out an agreement by six p.m. Harvey, in a surprising fit of generosity and openness, had suggested to Mike that they iron out the draft of the agreement at his place over some takeout.
Mike had been surprised at the offer, but he wasn’t about to turn down the opportunity to pad around Harvey’s wet dream of an apartment either.
Once he had gotten over gawking at the skyline, and embarrassing himself in Harvey’s private elevator, (and Harvey finished mocking him for it,) they both settled on the couch with the paperwork and some Thai food.
They were practically done when Harvey noticed that he had become somewhat distracted by Mike. Or rather, Mike’s throat. More specifically, the part of his throat where it met his shoulder. Mike had taken his jacket and tie off hours ago, and had also unbuttoned his collar, leaving the delicate skin of his slender neck exposed. He arched it now, and rolled his shoulders, trying to relieve some of the tension that had gathered from leaning over the coffee table.
Harvey frowned, and tried to bring his focus back to the partnership agreement. But he kept stealing glances over at the younger man sitting beside him. It took him far too long to realize what was happening. When it hit him, he practically reeled backwards in shock. Not now. How could this be happening now? It had been years since… But there was saliva pooling in his mouth, he was achingly hard in his pants and he couldn’t stop staring at Mike’s neck.
He ripped his gaze away from Mike and bolted up from his seat on the couch. Mike startled at the sudden movement, and dropped the pages he was holding. Harvey bolted past Mike’s chair and into the small guest bathroom in the hallway. He locked himself in with shaking fingers. Oh god, not here, not now.
“Harvey?” He could tell from Mike’s voice that he has gotten up and was standing right outside the door. “Harvey, is everything okay?”
It took Harvey a minute before he could summon up the energy to answer. He swallowed hard. “We’re done for tonight. Go home.” He noted absently that his voice was shaking.
Mike, of course, could not just listen him. “Are you alright? Was it the food?”
Harvey turned on the cold tap and spit into the sick. He could picture Mike, his blue eyes wide with concern, standing outside the door. Harvey's palms were itching. He splashed cold water on his face. He needed Mike out of the apartment. Actually, he needed Mike on the other side of the city, but he hoped once he’s out of the apartment it will be enough. This was a mistake, bringing Mike here, into his space. A huge mistake. A physical pain ripped through him and he barely managed to stop from crying out. He slowly sank down onto the floor.
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Mike stood outside of Harvey’s bathroom door, wondering what he should do. Harvey told him to leave, but should he leave someone who was clearly ill?
Mike’s rational brain told him that it was probably just food poisoning, and he should go to avoid embarrassing Harvey. But what if Harvey passed out and hit his head or something?
“Harvey?” Mike knocked again.
There was a loud bang, and Harvey’s voice, clearly strained, shouted out, “Out, Mike! Get out. I—I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Okay. Mike didn’t want to make Harvey any angrier by arguing with him. He slowly retreated back to the couch. He picked up the files and pushed them into his messenger bag along with his laptop, then took the empty take out containers to the kitchen to throw them away. He threw their forks into the sink, and then headed back into the living room. He watched the bathroom door for a moment before he pulled on his jacket and threw the messenger bag over his shoulder. He was headed for the door when he heard the door to the bathroom open again.
He spun around. “Hey, are you okay?”
When he turned around, he was slightly started to find Harvey standing much closer than he had expected. How had he moved across the room so quickly and quietly?
“Are you feeling—“ Mike started to repeat, but Harvey tilted his head in response to his voice and something in Mike’s stomach dropped unpleasantly. Harvey’s face was blank, but there was something different about his eyes. Something predatory.
That’s not Harvey, Mike thought wildly, even though his rational mind knew that was insane. But Harvey was standing strangely, his hands fisted at his sides, and his head is cocked in such a way as to make Mike’s breath quicken. He suddenly knew how a rabbit felt when it was being stalked by a fox.
Harvey still hasn’t said anything, and for a few long moments they both just stared at each other. Mike tried to say something, anything, but his throat was suddenly dry and he couldn’t seem to force any words out. And all the while, tension was building in the room, building until it suddenly became unbearable and Mike turned and sprinted for the door.
He heard Harvey give a kind of growl behind him, and it sent a chill up his spine. He dashed through the hallway and made it into the foyer. He was about two feet from the front door when his messenger bag was grabbed from behind and he was sent sprawling onto the marble floor. Before he managed to push himself up there were hands on him, stripping off the bag and flipping him onto his back. And then Harvey’s heavy weight dropped on top of him.
“Get off – ugh!” Mike struggled, He was pushed his feet into the floor, trying to gain some sort of leverage, but Harvey had him effectively pinned. He was strong. Mike knew he was strong but right now he almost seemed superhuman. Soon, both his hands were pinned above his head by just one of Harvey’s, while his other tore open Mike’s shirt, causing buttons to fly everywhere.
Harvey growled with satisfaction when he succeeded in baring Mike’s chest, his eyes filling with a strange sort of light. Mike’s stomach twisted, panic filling him. Harvey leaned down and began licking Mike’s neck. Mike’s racing thoughts effectively shorted out at the sensation. Because this…this could not be happening, right? This had to be some kind of strange lucid nightmare. He is not pinned to the floor of his boss’s penthouse and being licked…
He pushed ineffectively again, and Harvey growled in response. Suddenly, a sharp pain tore through his neck and Mike screamed. Harvey had just bit him. What the hell?
He suddenly found himself like a puppet whose strings have just been cut. His clawing hands and kicking feet dropped to the floor without any conscious thought. He still felt everything, the pain in his neck, his heart pounding, but he was suddenly overtaken by a strange kind of languor. He could barely keep his eyes open.
Harvey was purring about him now, low throaty satisfied growls. He pulled back, and Mike forced his eyes open to see Harvey’s lips smeared with his blood. He had released Mike’s hands, but Mike couldn’t will them to move. Harvey wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him to his feet. Mike’s legs barely had the strength to hold him upright and he fell against Harvey’s chest, causing another pleased growl. Harvey half-walked, half-carried him into his bedroom. Mike forced his eyes open for the trip, hands attempting to clutch ineffectually at Harvey’s back.
They reached Harvey’s bed, and the way Harvey laid him on it was surprisingly gentle. With tremendous effort, Mike managed to push himself up onto his elbows and stared. Harvey was standing over him, just staring down at him.
“Harvey,” Mike croaked, “What… Why…”
There was no answer. Harvey crawled up on the bed next to him.
Mike’s arms would not hold him up anymore. He flopped back on the bed and felt Harvey pulling at his belt, stripping off his pants and underwear and shoes. Then he crawled back up the bed and pulled Mike’s ruined shirt and jacket from his shoulders and tossed them away, leaving Mike naked except for his socks. Harvey straddled Mike’s hips as he pulled off his own shirt.
He ran his hands down Mike chest almost reverently.
Mike closed his eyes. It wasn’t like he hadn’t fantasized about this before. But this was wrong. Harvey wasn’t acting like himself. Mike was freaked out and in pain and Harvey didn’t even seem to notice. What the hell was going on?
Harvey’s hands gripped Mike’s hips and he began to press kisses down Mike’s sternum and over his belly.
“No, Harvey, stop please…”
Harvey nosed through Mike’s pubic hair and then wrapped his lips around his cock. A full-body shudder ran through Mike’s body as Harvey began to lap and suck.
“Oh god, oh god…”
Unbelievably, Mike found that he was actually getting hard. Harvey’s skilled lips and tongue were working him expertly, and Mike’s hips were now moving in slow jerks in response.
It was not long before Mike cried out sharply and spilt himself down Harvey’s throat. Harvey let out a pleased growl at this and pulled back, lapping at the tip of Mike’s cock until he had gone soft again.
He rolled off Mike and stripped off his own slacks and underwear. Then crawled back up Mike’s body and carefully rested his weight on top of him, burying his face in Mike’s neck and slowly thrusting his own erection against Mike’s hip. It didn't take long before he growled loudly, and Mike felt a wet heat paint his stomach. Harvey then collapsed on top of Mike.
Mike squirmed under Harvey’s heavy weight, but he still lacked the energy to push the other man off. A low snore sounded in his ear. Mike was incredulous. Harvey was just going to sleep? Mike was still bleeding, herealized, all over Harvey’s expensive sheets. What the hell had just happened? His mind was foggy. He couldn’t make sense of anything. He was suddenly echausted. So so tired. He made one more attempt to push Harvey off of him before he was dragged down into a deep sleep.