Hey guys! Welcome to the sixth installment of my 'Under the Mistletoe Series Part Two'
What is this series? Well, around this time six years I got the song 'Holly Jolly Christmas' stuck in my head and wrote eleven drabbles based on kissing underneath mistletoe, and each one was for a different ship. This year I decided to do a Part Two and really challenge myself by writing something for each day from 1st-25th December. So twenty five ships, all kissing under mistletoe, like my own personal advent calendar as it were. Each one can be read alone. I know that not everyone is going to want to read every fic in the series, but I hope that you find them all enjoyable regardless, I know I certainly had fun writing them.
I've only briefly written for this ship in my crossover 'Convergence' but this is the first one for just them. Hopefully you like this one ^_^
Enjoy, much love xox
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Vietnam was unlike anything he'd experienced before. It made him changed him. It was another time, another place, or maybe it was all just Dave.
From the first moment he'd laid eyes on the man, Klaus knew that there was something special about Dave, something that cultivated a part of Klaus that had never existed before. For the first time he found himself wanting to get to know every part of a person. For the first time he saw a future where he wasn't alone and strung out. For the first time he fell in love.
There was an instant attraction to Dave, Klaus wasn't going to lie about that, and the more he got to know the hunk of a man the more his feelings had grown.
The war was hard; it was loud, dirty and frightening. However there were those short periods where they were allowed to rest and recoup. Often the guys hit the clubs, mostly to drink and pick up chicks. The drinking Klaus was certainly up for, but his attention was only on one person, and he certainly wasn't a lady.
Christmas came around soon enough, and they were allowed some down time, while the higher ups figured out the next move. Of course, it was straight to the club for the lot of them. It wasn't a bad place, though the dull greyish yellows and oranges, paired with the arched interior design, made the establishment a bit bland. It was a little different to the type of places Klaus frequented back in his right time, but it was the company that he really enjoyed.
They started out as a small group doing shots together, and talking shit. As time wore on, most of the guys either had enough, or left with someone. Klaus kept dancing though, when he danced with Dave, the world would narrow down to the two of them and the way that they moved their bodies to the music.
As long as the disco ball on the ceiling kept turning, Klaus could keep dancing. Dave was close, dancing with the same energy, he had the same look in his eyes as Klaus. Klaus never wanted these moments to end; here in this club, in Vietnam in 1968, with Dave, Klaus was happy.
It was Dave that suggested that they take a break from dancing. They acquired more drinks and stood over against the wall where some half-hearted Christmas decorations were strung up. Klaus hardly noticed them, his entire focus was on Dave, and the way his eyes were tracing Klaus' lips while his fingertips brushed his cheek and jaw.
Klaus had thought that if he ever got to kiss Dave, that it would be fierce and needy, full of passion and desire. When Dave leant in and kissed Klaus though, it was still full of passion and desire, but it was soft and unhurried, as if they had all the time in the world. The kiss was tender in a way that Klaus had never experienced before; it melted him, and began to mend the cracks in his soul.
When Dave made to pull out of the kiss, Klaus chased his lips, not willing to let the moment go. Dave chuckled lightly, and the sound was better than any song they'd heard that day. Their lips found each other again, their hands clutched at the other, their drinks long forgotten.
Still close, and a little breathless, Klaus admitted to Dave; "I've wanted to do this since I first saw you."
"Thank god for mistletoe then," Dave replied with a sly smile.
Klaus gave him a look of confusion; he had no idea what mistletoe had to do with anything, until Dave laughed. He pointed at the little stem of mistletoe that was dangling in the middle of a Christmas wreath that was attached to the wall just above them, his expression prideful.
It was Klaus' turn to smile, and it was entirely genuine, as if all the troubles in his life had suddenly evaporated. He didn't stop smiling for the rest of the night as they continued to kiss against the wall, losing themselves in each other.
Klaus wasn't sure if he would have had the courage to kiss Dave first. Dave's words floated through his mind, and he couldn't help but to agree; thank god for mistletoe.