Author's note: This is the last chapter of this story!

"Ahaha, Harvey…"

Mike's giggles were scattered all over the bedroom as Harvey tried to imitate a sleepwalking Mike. Harvey was slowly walking around with his mouth hanging open, making strange, small noises.

"You make me look like a zombie!"

"Well, you drool too but I'm not going to imitate that."

"I don't drool!"

"How would you know?"

"I just do!"

Mike was in a much better mood than on any other Friday. Since he had pretended to sleepwalk on Wednesday night, he was back at Harvey's place in only two days.

"Okay, let's finish Mikeproofing the room and go to bed. Imitating you is very tiring."

"That's because you suck at it." Mike stuck out his tongue.

"No, I don't. But thanks to you, now I love myself even more. It's tough being you. You can't even sleepwalk in style!"

Mike laughed and gently punched Harvey on the arm. Harvey put away all the sharp objects while Mike closed the window and put a bell on the windowsill so that Harvey would wake up at the noise if he ever chose to sleepcrawl through the window.

"This is insane. I'd never try to leave through the window!"

"You know how it works. Make sure that failure isn't even a possibility."

Harvey kissed the pouty lips and gestured at the bed with his chin. "Get in there. I'll be right back with your water and fruit."

"Okay…" Mike let out a yawn and crawled into bed. He had worked particularly hard to get things done before seven and then he had thrown everything he had to come out victorious in a hyper-intense post-dinner Scrabble.

'But I can't have a sleepover that doesn't involve tasting Harvey!'

That was why he didn't pay much attention to the glass of water and bowl of fruit that Harvey put on his nightstand. He was too busy throwing himself on top of his boyfriend to care about anything else.

"Mmm…"

Mike stirred and let out a yawn before stretching. He opened his eyes and realized that it was still the middle of the night.

Growl.

'Yes, I need food.' Mike thought as he checked on Harvey. Harvey was snoring lightly, indicating that he was exhausted.

'Same here. It must be the intense sex.' Mike grabbed his stomach and sat closer to the nightstand. He was glad to see the bowl of fruit.

'Hmm…' Mike briefly pondered about which fruit to eat and decided to go with a banana and two tangerines.

'Wait a minute. What's that?' He spotted a black box under one of the tangerines and pulled it out. There was a key and a note inside. Mike's heart started to pound in his chest and he was suddenly very awake.

'Oh my god! Is this the key to this apartment? It surely looks like Harvey's key. Is he asking me to move in?' His brain came up with the most probable scenario but Mike had learned the hard way that the world didn't always work like that.

'Let's not jump to conclusions. Maybe he just found me a new place.' Mike checked if Harvey was still asleep and opened the note.

You suck at acting. You need permanent sleepovers until you get better. - H

"Oh, Harvey…"

A huge smile spread out on Mike's face and he turned around to press a kiss on Harvey's forehead.

"Thanks, Harvey. I'll be a good roommate." He whispered in one of the handsome ears before slipping the key in his pajama pocket. If he somehow managed to sleepwalk out of the apartment, the key would come in handy.

By the following Saturday, Mike had moved in completely. Everything that Mike owned was in Harvey's house; his belongings, his body and soul.

"I think that's all." Harvey looked around the living room and made sure that all the boxes were empty.

"Yeah, I think so. Thanks for helping me out, Harvey." Mike walked over to his boyfriend and gave him a thank you kiss.

"You're welcome. I'll need more than a kiss but that will do for now." Harvey gave Mike a nice slap on the ass.

"Ah, I see you can't get enough of me." Mike grinned.

"No, it's about getting something in return for all the hard work. Seriously, how did all your stuff fit in your tiny apartment?"

"I had a nice storage system."

"You mean you just stuffed everything in the back of your closet."

"It's proven to be a very effective system! I still managed to find everything I needed!"

Harvey laughed. "What a way to abuse your eidetic memory."

"Oh well, I'll now use my memory to learn your neighbors' names. You're ready?" Mike wanted to say hello to the neighbors and give out mini-cakes. It was a small tradition that he and his grandmother used to enjoy whenever they had moved to a new neighborhood.

"Do you really need me for this? I never really talk to most of them. It's going to be awkward."

"Well, I can't carry all these boxes by myself. Besides, aren't you the one who always tells me that you never know when you'll meet potential clients?"

Harvey rubbed his chin. His associate had a point but he still wanted something in return. "Quid pro quo?"

Mike thought for a moment to come up with the perfect incentive. "Hmm, you can tie me up with your ties like a kinky old man."

"You mean a kinky young man."

"Fine, young man. Do we have a deal?"

"I believe we do."

"Great! Lead the way."

They shook hands and grabbed the boxes full of mini-cakes.

Most of the neighbors answered the door with a slightly surprised and annoyed look on their faces but they all looked happy to see the delicious-looking cakes in Mike's hand.

"Okay, I saved the best for last, Mrs. Tyler." Harvey checked the box and confirmed that there was indeed one mini-cake left.

"Even though you said 'the best', it sounds like she's the worst." Mike was a little worried. Did Harvey have a hysterical neighbor? He just hoped that the woman wouldn't throw the cake back at his face.

"See for yourself." Harvey lifted his fist and knocked on the old lady's door.

It didn't take long for the door to fly open and Mike saw a lady that looked around eighty years old.

"Harvey! Oh, my cute little puppy. It's been so long!"

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Tyler. Yes, I've been rather busy." Harvey let her ruffle his hair, telling himself that it would all be worth it when Mike would be secured in his bed later.

Mike watched in shock as the old lady treated Harvey as if he was her youngest grandson.

"So you ran out of sugar again? Or tea leaves?" She finally released Harvey.

"No, I want you to meet someone. This is Mike Ross, my boyfriend and associate. He's living with me now."

"Aww, a puppy got a puppy!" She put her hands on her heart and looked at Mike.

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Tyler." Mike smiled a little nervously, wondering if she wanted to ruffle his hair too.

"Oh, are you the one who got drunk and pounded on Harvey's door in the middle of the night? I recall you had a powerful voice. You kept calling Harvey's name."

Mike turned pink. "I was sleepwalking but I'm really sorry about that. Harvey's been helping me with my problems, so it won't happen again. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. So Harvey's been helping you, hmm?" She eyed Harvey knowingly.

"It's not what you think, Mrs. Tyler." Harvey entertained the lady.

"Oh yeah? And, what am I exactly thinking?"

The lady smiled mischievously before studying Mike's face. Then she gestured at Harvey to come closer and whispered in his ear, "I know it's none of my business but how old is he? Is he jailbait? Of course I don't mind if he is. I always had a feeling that you'd end up with someone much younger than you. I'm just curious."

Harvey laughed. "No, Mrs. Tyler. He's well in his twenties."

"Oh, good. I guess that's the best, hmm? A boy who looks like jailbait but who's actually legal."

"I suppose it is." Harvey laughed some more and Mike could tell that she was the closest neighbor Harvey had.

"Where did you find him? He doesn't look like a lawyer."

"He ran into me. I recruited him on the spot." Harvey kept it simple. There was no need to talk about a suitcase full of weeds in the middle of the hallway.

"Ah, and they say fate has no place in the modern world."

Harvey smiled at the lady and looked at his boyfriend. "Mike, cake?"

"Oh, right. My grandmother and I used to knock on our neighbors' doors and give them small cakes, just to let them know we were new. So here you go, ma'am." Mike offered her the last cake.

"That's a nice tradition to hold onto in this rather cold city. Your grandmother seems to be a wise lady."

"Thank you. I hope you enjoy your cake."

Mike smiled politely and was about to leave her alone when the lady offered, "Would you boys like to come in for a cup of tea?"

Mike looked at Harvey who answered, "Sorry, Mrs. Tyler, we have plans today but we'll drop by some time tomorrow if that's all right."

"Of course! Just give me a ring before you come." The lady gave both Harvey and Mike one of her famous bear hugs and sent them off.

"Okay, I'm now convinced that this is a very safe and cozy environment." Mike announced as he closed the door behind him.

"Mmhmm, you can forget that you've ever sleepwalked. It won't happen again." Harvey was confident of his Mikesitting skills.

"I suppose you'll tie me up every night if I sleepwalk again even once." Mike chuckled.

"Brilliant deduction. You know how many ties I have." Harvey smirked and pulled Mike into his arms.

"But you can't ruin too many of those or you'll have nothing to wear for work."

"Luckily, I think I can afford a truck full of new ties."

"Ah, you're not just kinky but also wealthy. You know, when I woke up in your bed for the first time with my wrists tied, my brain told me that I was in the bed of a wealthy and kinky old man. I was totally right! It's really impressive how a brain works, right?"

"Young man, Mike. I thought we established that earlier." Harvey wasn't sensitive to age issues; he just liked to be accurate.

"Well, it's all talk, Harvey. I need proof." Mike grinned.

"Is that so?"

"Yes." Mike's heart started to run a marathon. It was insane how excited he still got when he was around Harvey.

"Then allow me to show you what a wealthy and kinky young man can do for you."

Harvey pressed his lips against Mike's as he moved them towards the bedroom. A couple of months ago, he had looked through the peephole on his door and had seen a snoring boy with dirty blond hair, hoping that he had a contact number on him. But now, his number was the contact number for that same boy.

"I don't mean to be awful but I'm glad you sleepwalked, Mike."

Mike smiled. "Me too, Harvey. I'm glad I sleepwalked into your life."

Harvey gently pushed his boyfriend on the bed and admired how perfect Mike looked with a dazzling smile on his face. Whether he was carrying a suitcase full of weeds or dragging street dirt into his apartment, Mike was probably the best thing that had entered his life.

THE END.

Author's note: Thanks for reading :D Hope to see you in another story! :)