Summary: Quatre is "forced" into the role of Mary for the Nativity play. With Heero as the angel what will their rehearsals bring to the surface?

Story Rating: M for Mature; Slight Lemon

Pairings: 1x4
!!Warning!! "x" romantic relationship

A New Nativity

"Come on Quat! You look great!"

"I look ridicules."

"Oh, just come out here."

Quatre Raberba Winner stepped out of the dressing room and immediately wanted to crawl back in at the cat calls he received. "Oh come on guys! Stop it!" He shouted, blushing fiercely.

The Maxwell Church was putting on a live action nativity scene for Christmas this year but unfortunately all of the women were gone for the week at a retreat.

"I can't believe I'm doing this…" Quatre groaned.

"You are the most feminine one of us all, Quat." Duo Maxwell reasoned.

"What?! I am not! Besides what about your hair? You've been mistaken for a woman a lot!"

"The hair does not make the man. Or in this case the woman." Duo chuckled.

Quatre had begrudgingly agreed after much discussion; even though Christmas was not something he celebrated; but now he was beginning to regret it.

"It'll just be for one night, Quatre. You'll survive." Trowa Barton smirked.

Quatre sent him a glare. "That's easy for you to say. You're a freaking wise man!"

"A real man wouldn't argue when given a task." Wufei Chang sneered from his position in the corner.

"Then you be Mary!" Quatre challenged.

A nasty little smirk crossed Wufei's face. "Oh, I wouldn't want to take away that pleasure from you, Winner."

Quatre glared. "This is ridicules!" He shouted, finally collapsing into a chair.

"Are you saying you won't do it?" Duo asked, sitting on the floor in front of his friend with a well rehearsed pout on his face.

"Of course I'll do it!" Quatre shouted. "I always do it!" He pouted, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You'll do great."

Quatre looked up at the low purr of Heero Yuy; and purr was the only way to describe it. There was something in his voice that made Quatre's heart skip a beat and a delicate blush start to creep its way up his neck.

"I can help you with your lines if that's what you're worried about." Heero offered.

Quatre sighed and leaned back. "Okay." He agreed and then shot daggers at Duo. "I swear I'll get you back for this one."

Duo stuck his tongue out at the blond and giggled, dancing away. Quatre rolled his eyes and slumped further into his chair.

"I'll come to your dorm around 8. Is that alright?" Heero asked.

"Hm? Oh, yes that's fine." He nodded distractedly, sitting up. This was going to be the worst experience of his life.

"So, how would you like to start with the conception scene?" Heero asked as Quatre shut the door to his tiny dorm room.

Heero was very kind to help him rehearse, but to be honest, his presence made Quatre sweat. They hadn't known each other long, having only met due to a seating arrangement in their freshman comp class. But Heero was smart; smarter than most of the people in that class. So smart in fact, that he ended up correcting the teachers a time or two. Since then, Quatre had been quite fond of the taller man.

Keeping his back to Heero while he made sure the door was "secure," Quatre tried to hide the blush that spread across his face at the word conception. "Yeah sure." He turned towards the kitchen. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Hn." Heero's voice was surprisingly loud and when Quatre turned he found Heero mere inches from him. "You said you were having trouble remembering your lines?" He asked, his voice resonating that low sultry tone that always made Quatre shiver.

"Y-yes." Quatre shivered. He could feel Heero's breath now.

Heero's hand reached up and brushed a stray hair from the blonds face. "Greetings, you who are highly favored." He purred and Quatre felt his knees get weak. "The Lord is with you." Heero's hand moved lower, trailing down Quatre's neck eliciting a slight whimper from the short blond.

"Do not be afraid, Mary," He cooed, moving his lips in and placing a gently kiss on Quatre's neck. "you have found favor with God."

This time Quatre's whimper turned into a moan as Heero's lips trailed lower to his color bone. His talented fingers trailed along his sides to his waist and gently pulled away Quatre's shirt from his belt.

"You will be with child," Heero continued. His fingers slipped under Quatre's shirt and ran seductively along his stomach, "and give birth to a son," his fingers moved higher, pulling the shirt with him, "and you are to give him the name Jesus."

Quatre was a ball of mush by the time Heero reached his chest and he dumbly allowed Heero to remove the troublesome clothing.

Heero dropped the shirt to the floor and returned both hands to the tender flesh before him. "He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High." Heero gently guided Quatre backwards into the living room and Quatre gasped when the back of his calves hit the sofa. "The Lord God will give him the throne of his father David," He pushed Quatre down into the sofa and quickly joined him, his lips moving impressively along Quatre's chest and stomach. "and he will reign over the house of Jacob forever,"

Quatre eyes fluttered shut and he bit his lip to suppress a moan of pleasure as Heero moved his lips and tongue along his pant line.

Heero paused in his menstruations and looked up at Quatre. "His kingdom will never end."

Quatre took a moment to calm his breathing before opening his eyes and looking down at the sexy brunette. Heero looked into Quatre's eyes, silently asking permission to continue.

Quatre swallowed. "H-how will this be," He said softly. "since I am a…a…v-virgin?" He said nervously.

Heero's half smile made Quatre moan in anticipation. "The Holy Spirit will come upon you," He said softly, gently stroking Quatre's stomach. "and the power of the Most High will overshadow you." Slowly but with purpose, Heero moved so his body was covering the blond. "and the power of the Most High will overshadow you." He rested his body against Quatre's and met his eyes. "So the holy one to be born will be called the Son of God." He tucked a strand of blond hair behind Quatre's ear. "Even Elisabeth your relative is going to have a child in her old age," He smirked and his hand ran down his bare chest. "and she who was said to be barren is in her sixth month."

Quatre smiled as he slowly became more comfortable with Heero's weight on top of him. He found he liked this position very much.

"For nothing," Heero stopped his hand just above Quatre's belt. "is impossible with God." He finished, looking deep into Quatre's baby blue eyes.

The small blond could feel Heero's breath on his lips and it made him shiver. "I am the Lord's servant. May it be to me as you have said."

Heero smiled and finally covered Quatre's lips with his own.

The applause erupted through the small theater as "Mary and Joseph" took their final bows and the curtain closed. Quatre sighed and flopped onto the hail bail that was Mary's seat for the live action nativity scene that ended the play.

"Man, I gotta play the father of Jesus more often." Duo smirked, removing his Joseph headdress.

"I thought Joseph was only supposed to be the step-father of Jesus." Quatre smirked, removing his own headdress.

"Potatoes, Potaatos." He shrugged and threw the headdress off stage. "The point is the man had connections."

Quatre rolled his eyes and lay back in the soft hay and closed his eyes.

"You did great."

Quatre smiled. He didn't need to see the face to know that Heero was standing over him. He opened his eyes and looked straight into cobalt blue ones and his smile only increased. "Thanks to you."

Heero shrugged, seemingly indifferent to the whole affair.

"Hey guys! Guess what?" Duo shouted as he bounded back on stage. "Sister Helen said we did so well that she wants us to put on a play in February for Valentine's Day!"

Quatre sat up and smiled politely, though inside he was cringing. "Okay. Which one?"

"Jacob and Rachel. It's a love story!" Duo giggled, already looking pointedly at Quatre.

Quatre grinned and glanced at Heero. The taller man shrugged, glanced at the blond with a twinkle in his eye and turned, walking back into the rigging for the stage. Quatre turned back to Duo and raised his hand. "I'll be Rachel."

End