Office Work
Relena had recommended him. His loyalties were too twisted, too straining, to pay his full attention of her. It hadn't always been like that. Or maybe it had and Heero had never noticed. The war had happened, and for a full year afterwards he helped put out fires, that had taken time and effort, had drained him.
Then the Mariemaia War happened. Heero remembers hearing how Quatre had managed something most would have never tried. It was impossible, some had said, even after Quatre had achieved it.
No. Heero knew, that with Quatre, much was possible.
Loyalties had nearly made him refuse. But Relena had pushed him, prodded him, nagged him and never left him alone. It wasn't until later, when Heero saw Quatre's surprised upturned face, that Quatre had always been unaware. Unsurprisingly, Dorothy had been involved.
Heero rarely left Quatre's side. When Quatre asked him, demanded him, questioned him why, Heero had answered: duty. But it was more than that. Quatre, frustrated, had left it that.
It was Relena again, her smiles and nudges that persuaded him. That and she had threatened to tell Quatre herself. Heero wanted to do it himself. Wanted the perfect time and setting. It wasn't like that.
Quatre is working late again, when Heero forces him to dinner. Half way through their meal, Quatre realises Heero's intent and starts. Quatre smiles, then, and Heero feels his whole body unwind.
They go to dinner again out again and again. And Quatre and Heero use Quatre's office for purposes not intended in the design. Staying at the office, had an entirely different meaning now.