crack_van | needs must by thatotherperv (NC-17)

Fandom: SUITS
Pairing: Harvey/Mike
Length: 98,686
Author on LJ:

thatotherperv
Author Website: AO3 profile
Why this must be read:

This is without a doubt one of the most addictive pieces of fanfiction I've ever read. It starts off as an unassuming paid sub AU, and then Mike starts working at Pearson Hardman, and everything gets amazingly complicated. It's well worth a shot even if you're not into D/s.

The BDSM is good; the angst is great; character development is stellar. AU setup notwithstanding, the characterisation in this is so bizarrely spot-on that several Suits season 2 episodes ended up mirroring or retroactively justifying Harvey and Mike's choices in this 'verse.

It's well thought-out, well developed, well paced—I could go on and on, but really, all I mean to say is: if for any reason you haven't read this yet, do so, seriously. You won't regret it.

"What if I could give you a way to get it back?"

Mike's head snaps up. "What are you...no. You can't just hand me shit because I'm good in bed. No way."

Harvey gives him a censuring look. "First of all, nobody would hand you anything. It would be a lot of hard work. Second, it would have nothing to do with you being good in bed, and everything to do with fact that I'm sick of working with idiots when I know I've got someone better wasting his goddamn life."

Mike breathes. "You don't seem to mind when I'm wasting it here with you."

"Wrong. I always mind that. But there's also more to you than your high IQ. And I like that part of you, too."

"Your logic's faulty anyway. You can't have me work for you and also pay to bang my brains out. Even a hooker knows that's a serious breech of ethics."

"Stop calling - " Harvey cuts himself off and Mike raises an eyebrow. "I know there are ethical problems, but we've already burned that bridge. You'd have to trust me to keep the two jobs separate. If you don't trust that, you can choose. This job or that one."

This isn't fair. Harvey couldn't just – "What kind of job are we talking about, specifically."

"To start off with? Paralegal."

"I don't have the degree."

"We both know you can test out of it. Try again."

Mike looks at the clock. "It's time to work, now."

"You're not on yet. Try again, Mike."

"I'm not Julia Roberts, dammit."

Harvey tips his head, as if considering. "To be fair, you have the legs."

Mike barks a laugh and closes his eyes. Too much could go wrong.