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4th December
Merry Christmas from Archangel Doom

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“Explain to me again why im doing this?” Shining Amour asked with desperation, looking at Charalos with pity in his eyes.

“Because you volunteered.” Charalos replied, looking at Shining from around a currently blank easel, a paintbrush held delicately in his left wing. “So next time you have any inclination to become a nude model, stop yourself.” Char chuckled, his short black mane wiggling as he did so.

Shining just gave a deadpan stare at the brown pegasus, rolling his eyes. “I was drunk!” He said indignantly, crossing his fore hooves as he sat on a cushioned mattress, lamps and lights surrounding him. He wasn't going to lie, this bed was comfy, but it seemed too cheesy.

“But you pinkie promised.” Char chortled. “You know what happens if you break one of them!” Shining just sighed. Of course he knew. Everypony knew. And everypony was too scared to find out.

“Just lay back and sit still for an hour or five.” Char' said, before disappearing behind his easel.

“What! Fi-”

“Ah ah ah! No talking!” Char tittered from behind his canvas, intermittently peaking around to get a look at Shining. Shining lay on his back, turned slightly away from Char'. His white coat in contrast with the blood-red covers of the bed below him. His blue mane, usually hidden under a gleaming golden helm lay freeflowing and spilling down his shoulders.

Charalos wasn't going to lie. Shining looked hot. Like, struggling -to-paint-beacuse-he-kept-oogling-at-him hot. But did he know? Or did he think he knew he knew? What if he didn't know? Or he knew but because he knew he knew, he knew he should appear that he didn't know. But what about-

“Charalos?” Shining asked, looking back towards the artist. “Looking a bit hot under the collar.” That much was evident; his coat gleamed in sweat and his hooves wouldn't stop shaking. He sputtered, tripping over his own words.

“Artist block?” Shining asked. Char decided to just nodded, going with that. Shining Armour just sighed. “Take all the time you need.” He didn't sound irritated though. Char mentally (and physically) slapped himself. snap out of it! He dived back behind his canvas; still painfully empty.

why not? he thought. he admitted himself the other month his... orientation. Sure, Cadence did leave hm only a year ago, but he's surly not doing it out of desperation. And why would he tell me?...nothing can come of harm from this, can it? Yes... nothing really I can lose, so why not? mentally bracing himself, Charalos put down his paintbrush and walked slowly to Shining, hoof steps muffled silent by the white carpet in his studio.

Char managed to approach right behind Shining without him realising. “Shining?” He said softly, trying to to startle the white unicorn. His hear trate was thundering, and he was lucky enough not to sprint out of there and never look back.

“Yeah? What is i- mmmhH!” Shining turned over, but was interrupted by a kiss on the lips. By Charalos. Well...

Oh my god oh my god oh my god! Char's mind raced, caught in the moment. Only when he realised his actions weren't being reciprocated dis his heart sink. he doesn't, does he? Char took his lips off of Shining's and looked away.

Meanwhile, Shining's head was buzzing as well. What? But he just kissed me! He never said he was... then again, it is harder for some ponies. But do I? After last time...

Charalos turned away, dejected. “Feel free to leave if you want to. I would.” He said, not looking at Shining. How could I be so stupid?! Now I've ruined everything! What am I t-

“Charalos?” Char paused, grey eyes wide and fearful, but accepting his actions. If he was going to yell, best get it over with. Grimacing with his eyes closed, he turned around, awaiting his fate.

Seconds passed, the small clock hidden somewhere ticking obnoxiously loudly.

Then Charalos felt something brush his lips.

They were another pair of lips,

Shining's Lips.

“Oh.”

Author's Note

Im sorry Arch, just really wasn't in the mood for clop tonight.