Prompt: Imagine Person A is a photographer and needs someone to fill in for their photoshoot because one of their clients bailed out. A decides to ask B to fill in, which B agrees to because of their crush on A. A takes pictures as normal, until they suddenly tell B to strip down. Turns out, A needed someone for their nude figure/underwear modeling photoshoot and didn't tell B about that part. How does B react?

The Real Prompt: I really wanted an excuse to describe the bodies of my favorite characters…

Characters: Cain, Abel

"Really? Are you sure? Oh… Yeah. Okay… I see. No, it's fine. I'll figure it out. Yeah… I'll see you later." Abel waited until he heard the click on the other end to make sure the phone conversation was gone, and then he let out a loud groan.

"That was a long one," Cain commented on the intensity of Abel's irritated noise. "What happened?"

"Palla bailed on me. Minerva needs her for something, and you know she'd never refuse." Abel pouted, rubbing his temple.

"Damn. What were you guys planning?" Cain shifted his position; he was sitting—well, more sprawled—on the couch, with Abel laying on him. The green-haired man's head was in his lap, looking up.

"She'd agreed to be the model for my painting class. It's my turn to bring a model, and if I don't, I'll get terrible marks for the day…" Abel trailed off, groaning again. He was quiet for a minute, mulling over what he would do, before an idea struck him. Leaning up, he shifted so he was on his knees on the couch facing Cain. "How about… you come instead?"

"Me?" The surprise was obvious in Cain's voice, and he laughed awkwardly. "Can I compete with all you artsy-fartsy types?"

"It's really easy," Abel insisted, tugging on Cain's arm, looking up at the other with an innocent smile, showing off deep dimples in both cheeks. "All you have to do is stand there."

"I don't know…" Cain was still a bit hesitant.

"Please?" Abel asked again, his smile changing to a pleading look, and he stuck his bottom lip out. "For me?"

This caused Cain to laugh, and he leaned down to give Abel's forehead a quick kiss. "Fine… Only for you."

Cain glanced around the classroom as he entered it with Abel. He was no good at painting, and had never been in the art room of the university. It was larger than he'd expected. A few of the students were already there; it was easy to tell the difference between them and the couple of models. Abel matched the former group of those who were holding bags of art supplies and calmly setting up, whereas the others stood around looking impatient, their hands on their hips. Cain tried to ignore the fact that he stood out horribly among both groups.

"Over here." Abel led him over towards a particular easel and dropped his bag, picking out his favorite paints and brushes to set up for class. "You can just stay close to here and let the other models have the spotlight if you want. I'm sure they'd like that better too."

"Alright." Cain shrugged his shoulders. He slipped his jacket off, hanging it on the edge of Abel's easel. Moments later, Abel yanked it off, muttering in annoyance, and set the piece of clothing on the floor. Cain couldn't help but chuckle, and he made a mental note to never touch anywhere around Abel's canvas.

He stood around for a few minutes, hands in his pockets. He'd been paying attention to a particularly short man, who was holding tightly onto a clipboard like it contained his life's work. The man was roaming around the classroom; from the way the students greeted him, Cain could tell that he was the teacher. Soon, the short man was making his way over towards the two, and Abel popped out from behind his easel.

"Ah, professor! This is Cain, my model for today." He gestured towards Cain, and the redhead gave a little wave.

"I thought you said you were bringing a woman," the professor's no-nonsense voice made Cain a little uneasy, but Abel seemed un-phased.

"I was planning on it, but she had an emergency to attend to," Abel's little white lie flowed seamlessly—he had no idea what Palla was up to. "A novice model is better than no model, right?" He smiled.

The professor's face seemed to lighten, and he nodded; it was clear that he liked Abel as a student, and was willing to go a bit easy on him. "That's right. He'll do for today." Abel nodded his head respectfully, and then disappeared back behind his canvas to finish what he was doing. "Alright. You, drop 'em." The professor pointed to Cain, gesturing with his hand.

"Drop… Drop what?" Cain cast a confused glance at Abel, but couldn't see the other over the large easel.

"What do you think? Get ready, we start in five minutes." The short man's attention was already back on his clipboard, and he walked away before Cain could ask him what he'd meant.

The redhead glanced over his shoulder, and grimaced as he saw all four of his 'colleagues' starting to strip down, not even hesitating to take off their underclothes, each setting their clothes by particular student's easels—most likely the individual friends who had invited them. "Abel…"

"Huh?" Abel peeked out from behind his easel. "Why are you still dressed? We're starting soon."

"Abel!" Cain hissed quietly so the others wouldn't hear him. "You didn't say you needed a nude model!"

"Oh, I… I didn't mention that...?" The sheepish look on Abel's face proved that he knew exactly what he'd pulled.

"Abel… Oh, Gods. Do I have to?"

"Come on, just pretend you're flexing in the mirror after your shower. I know you do that."

"You—!" Cain's blush turned his face nearly as red as his hair.

Reluctantly, Cain started to pull his shirt over his head. He was built nicely, especially his torso, and he knew it—it wasn't that part he was worried about. Cain had prided himself on being a fairly confident guy, but to strip naked in front of a group of strangers wasn't exactly an idea he fancied. He tossed his shirt over towards his jacket, not bothering to fold his clothes. He hesitated before sliding his pants off, adding that clothing to the pile. He hesitated even longer before removing his last piece of clothing, but he finally did, his face burning hot.

When he straightened up, resisting the urge to cover himself with his hands, he realized that the professor had been speaking. He'd missed the entirety of it, but he assumed it wasn't relevant to him anyway; after all, he was only a guest for the day. "Abel… What do I do?"

"Just stand there and look handsome." Abel replied without looking at him. "I'm painting you first, so stay still. Stand up tall so I can see you better."

"Now that's not fair, you've seen me naked plenty of times," Cain joked, and was subsequently whacked in the head with one of Abel's accurately thrown projectiles; a spare brush.

It wasn't so bad, Cain thought, as the time passed. He grew a bit more comfortable, though he seemed to tense up when the professor passed them by to check on Abel's progress.

He looked Cain up and down, his nose scrunching up. "I'm not a fan of people bringing novice models, but you've got a decent S-curve. Keep your back straight."

"Uh… Thank you?" Cain wasn't sure if that was a compliment, but he straightened his posture.

A grunt was his only response, and the professor stepped closer to Abel to see his art. "Ah… Incredible work as usual, Abel. You've improved so much since the beginning of the semester." He moved on, leaving Abel grinning at the approval.

"You're such a teacher's pet," Cain teased, tilting his head to the side in order to dodge another one of the brushes that was tossed at his head. "Keep that up and you won't have anything left to paint with."

Abel laughed. "Shut up and turn around." He watched as Cain did was he was told, and then looked back at his painting; seeing Cain from another angle would help his work. Truthfully, he was going slower than he normally did; he kept getting distracted—he was looking at Cain more than he was painting him. It was no secret that the redhead had an incredibly shaped body. His pale, triangular-shaped torso was muscular, and the muscles in his strong arms were evident when he lifted his arms over his head. Abel watched the way Cain's shoulders moved while he stretched, convincing himself it was for artistic purposes, and found himself blushing slightly as he dipped his paintbrush back in his palette.

He went back to his painting for a while, occasionally peeking out from behind his easel to double check a certain detail, but Cain had been right earlier—he had seen the other's naked body many times, almost enough to where he didn't need a model. Still, he certainly wasn't complaining. Looking back out, he observed Cain's lower half; the other had his back turned. Abel's paintbrush expertly copied the way the redhead's toned rear met the top of his muscular thighs. Cain's thighs were larger than most men's, and exceptionally powerful; Abel would never want to be on the receiving end of a kick thrown by one of those legs.

Distracted momentarily, he quickly got back on track; if he didn't hurry up and finish, he wouldn't have time to get to another model—he was supposed to complete at least two by the end of the class. He dipped his brush in his palette and slid it across the canvas, relishing in the way his favorite tool glided across the paper so smoothly, creating beautiful lines. This was turning out to be one of his best pieces; he wished he had longer to work on it.

"Alright, turn around again," Abel instructed, and Cain did so. The green-haired man was nearly finished; all he had left was to put the finishing touches on the painting's face. His brush seamlessly outlined Cain's sharp jawline, accenting perfectly the way his nose curved just slightly at the bridge. With a few quick strokes he'd layered the colors of Cain's square, auburn eyes, and then put a few extra details to perfect the shape of his model's fiery red hair.

Finally, Abel was satisfied with his work, and he looked at it for a few moments, comparing his piece to the real thing. He left it up on the easel to finish drying and set into the paper, and moved to his left to the empty spot next to him. He would have to rush to finish his second piece; he'd spent way too long painting Cain, he'd be lucky to even finish. His bright green eyes observed the rest of the models—none of them stood out to him, so he picked the one closest that he could see best, and began to work. Immediately, he could tell it wouldn't be as good as what he'd just finished, and he pouted to himself, but continued to work.

Cain eventually seemed to notice that Abel's gaze was concentrated on someone other than him, and he tilted his head. "Are you finished? Can I see?" He started to take a step towards the canvas, but was stopped by yet another brush right to the forehead. "That one hurt," he complained, pretending to nurse the spot where it'd struck.

"Someone else is probably painting you," Abel said from behind his canvas. "Stay out in the open."

"Uh… Right." Cain had almost forgotten the fact that there were other students hiding behind their massive easels, and he felt the blush returning to his face. Which ones were painting him, he wondered? He tried to catch the eye of someone peeking out from behind their paper, but failed.

"Time's up!" Cain jumped as the loud voice of the professor rang through the room, signaling the end of the session. He heard distraught muttering throughout the room from the students, and Abel was no exception.

The green-haired man quickly tried to finish his strokes, but he was nowhere near finished. Maybe he could pull it off as being abstract… He huffed, setting down his palette. Coming out from behind his easel, a brush still in his hand, he glanced around. Students had started to line their pieces up at the front of the room; they'd spend the next class discussing them, but for now, the rest of the current period would be spent displaying the paintings. "You can put your clothes back on now…" Abel smiled apologetically.

"That's alright, I think I'll walk home like this. I enjoy the breeze." Cain put his hand on his hips, smirking down at his partner. Abel retaliated by splashing his arm with the leftover paint on his brush, leaving a streak of brown along Cain's pale bicep. The redhead laughed, but he reached down to grab his clothes. He quickly slid on his undergarments and pants, but held his shirt and jacket in his hand; he didn't want to put them with wet paint on his arm.

Abel set his brush down by his materials; he'd clean them up momentarily, but he wanted to see the lineup of paintings first. "Come on, help me carry these down to the front." He gestured to his paintings, indicating for Cain to take the one that was half-finished. Abel grabbed the other, and they carried the firm canvases towards the others, lining them up at the end of the row.

"Wow…" Cain breathed out in amazement as he stepped back, looking at all the pieces that were against the wall. To him, they were all incredible, but even he could tell that Abel's piece stood out among the rest. It was a little embarrassing, to see himself painted in such a way… As his gaze moved on, he realized that there was another picture of him. So someone else had painted him. As he observed the rest, he realized a consistent pattern; almost all of the students had at least one portrait of him, and there was a very small amount of the other individuals.

Cain pretended not to notice the glares from the other models; he could tell most of them were aspiring professionals, and it must've hurt their pride to have a novice steal the spotlight. It wasn't as if he had asked for the attention, though he had to admit it was nice. He glanced down when Abel elbowed him, and saw the other was giving him a smirk. "Looks like you were pretty popular today. That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Cain returned the nudge, a mischievous smile forming on his face. "Yeah, right. Don't think you'll get off easy for this one."