Laptop
Duo had threatened to throw it out of the window. Trowa had tried to put it in the tub once, when the shower was on, and Heero had managed to tackle him, both of then falling to the floor and Duo watching from the doorway, smirking as it turned into wrestling, then turned into groping, then turned into making out, Duo whining about not being included but then made a comment about the visual being "fuckin' hot."
Yet despite both Duo and Trowa's hatred of Heero's faithful laptop, it still worked and he was not giving the thing up.
It may be because he could work from home, analyse data from the comfort of the makeshift office or from the couch or bed rather than work overtime at the office. But then it was also because it was one of his few belongings and while it was a stupid thing to be sentimental about - it was old and regularly had to be upgraded and refitted - Heero couldn't help it as it was one thing that was his from the war. That he owned. That he still had.
So he was sat in bed, reading through some new intelligence just in even though it was late. Trowa was leaning against his right side, his eyes closed and Duo's head was pillowed on his thigh, both of them relaxing, dozing, as he worked.
As he typed, quietly, he stopped occasionally, listened to their breathing and smirked, thinking of their times to attempt to destroy his one sentimental belonging and their failures to do so.
And maybe it was just an old computer, maybe it was now just a shell of the old thing, the original components long since gone, but Heero kept it, held onto it as it was his.
He let his fingers drift from the keyboard, touching Trowa's arm gently and then reaching for Duo's head, gently moving aside his bangs from his face, his eyes fluttering from the attention. Maybe when he was a soldier, a boy in the middle of war, he'd had very little that belonged to him so a stupid computer had been important but now he had two people that he loved, that were there for him and he closed down his laptop, not needing to damn work as he had something else that was his now. And they both hated his fucking laptop - or more his dedication to his job.
Duo's eyes cracked open and he moved up Heero's body, taking the computer off his lap and dropping it on the floor a little roughly.
"Hey," Heero protested and that woke Trowa.
"No more work, right, Tro'?"
Heero watched a little look pass between Duo and Trowa, something that hinted he was in trouble.
"Whatever just don't break my laptop."
With that comment, Duo crawled over his body, his thighs straddling him and his breath hot against his mouth.
"We don't plan on doing anything to your precious laptop… you… well, maybe we got some ideas about what we can do to you, babe."
Heero shivered as a mouth descended on his nipple and Duo's body languidly moved against him - his brain forgetting anything about work and they could break his laptop into tiny pieces as long as they kept doing what they were doing.