Oneshot book

Christmas Special~

It was that special time of year..the time where people gathered around a tree. One that they would either buy and then throw out by the end of the holiday season, or one that was made of plastic. The time for sipping hot cocoa and holiday shopping and decorating. The time for giving presents and telling stories by the fire. Unless you didn't own a fireplace..then the next best thing was lighting your stove and sitting by it.

...

The point IS that it was one week before Christmas! And whatever people did on that holiday - Angel didn't know, he was always too busy going out on runs with his brother - there was only one thing he wanted out of it.

It was simple, he wasn't asking for much.

Not a million dollars.

Not a new coat or boots.

Hell, he wasn't even asking for redemption.

No, all he wanted...

...was a kiss.

Just one itty-bitty little kiss on the LIPS from his boyfriend, Alastor. ..Was that really so much to ask? He thought it was reasonable; they had been dating for a full month already. Sure, he had kissed the deer a few times ..on the cheek. But they'd never kissed on the lips; not yet.

And damn, it was soon to be Christmas.

The question was..how was he supposed to get a kiss from his boyfriend without coming across as needy?

Angel pondered this thought as he sat at his vanity. He was just staring at it with his cheek pressed into his hand. His eyes were half-lidded since he stayed up for half the night thinking about this. Don't judge, you'd do the same in his shoes.

He rubbed his face as he finished putting his makeup on.

He looked down at his piglet, who was still sleeping in his bed. He took a breath; no, he had this. He GOTS this. He was Angel Dust, the sassy porn star of hell. He'd seduced plenty of guys. Surely, he could get one little kiss from the Radio Demon.

Standing up, he adjusted his clothing. It was just a simple pink sweater and his usual black shorts. His boots - of course - weren't going anywhere; something for the cooler season of hell. Because somehow there was snow outside. Hey, it rained, so why not snow? Why are you questioning it? What, you think he had any answers for you? Shit, he wasn't Lucifer.

Stretching and psyching himself up once more, like some smuck about to take a bat at someone who was way out of his league.... Well..nevermind that thought. He opened the door and stepped out into the hallway, glancing around for any sight of the deer. He wasn't hard to miss, he was practically Rudolph with his fuckin' hair. All he was missing was a nose to match.

Alas, there was no sign of the deer. Angel sighed, relieved for some reason; probably because even after all that pondering he still didn't have much of a plan. Oh well, when in doubt...yolo. He headed down the hall in the direction of the main lobby area, deciding to go search out the deer or see if anything interesting was happening. He vaguely remembered Charlie going on last week about some sort of 'Holiday Get-together' after one of the hotel's residents mentioned what 'Christmas' was. His ears had never hurt so much. Yes, he had ears. Of course he did.

Low and behold, once he got to the main lobby he saw boxes littered about. Unsurprised, he found Charlie digging through some of them in a very puffy, very childish sweater. She was practically drowning in it. It was the most generic shit he'd ever seen. A red woolen sweater with a big ol' christmas tree knitted onto it. With the words, 'Merry Christmas!' very poorly written on there. Yes written, not knitted, but written. How the hell did she get that anyway? Where did she get that?