#||mistletoe

Christmas Mistletoe.

It was a flurry of slow small kisses to his cheek and it took a moment for Erebus to register what was happening. Turning, he was surprised to see Hydra was still aiming to deliver more, but with a gentle hand, Erebus placed it over the mans mouth. Looking around confused, he didn’t even see the mistletoe, they weren’t anywhere near one and he couldn’t see if the navigator had one in his hands - it all seemed very unwarranted and he raised his eyebrows trying to figure out what the younger man’s issue was. 

Christmas Mistletoe.

Erebus had been sitting in the mess hall, minding his own business.  He was avoiding the color green, skittering through doorways, jumping at the slightest touch - something was happening on this ship that was making people obsessed with kissing and it was like playing tactical hide and seek, except the punishment for losing was to have to lock lips with whoever found you. 

But it had been quiet. So very quiet and Erebus was so tired that he thought it was over, he hadn’t seen a mistletoe in days and now was the time to come out of hiding. 

Or so he thought. 

At the light touch on his shoulder, he turned to find Selene standing over him with his hands behind his back. He nodded, giving a short smile as hello and with an inquisitive look, nudged towards why his hands were behind his back.

Selene’s soft smiling features turned into a snicker as he pulled the green object from behind his back and dangled it above Erebus’ head as if it was some small trinket that was insignificant in his life. Erebus dropped the utensil in his hand and gave out a groan - not you too Selene! But it would never stop. Not until this damned holiday season was over. 

The ombre navigator seemed a bit dejected at Erebus’ reaction, but in a swift movement, Erebus grabbed Selene’s wrist that was holding the plant and roughly pulled him forward into a kiss, not giving he other a chance to say anything in between. As he pulled away, he playfully licked at the other’s lips and then deadpan went right back to his meal. 

Christmas Mistletoe.

Ty grabbed Ee’s wrist, slowing him down to a stop.  They were on their way to the store and decided to take their time through the park across the street that had been lit up with the holiday lights.  It was all so grossly festive and even if he wouldn’t admit it out loud, Ee really enjoyed the decorations.  

He expected to see the blond out of breath (unlikely as their strides were nearly the same) or that he had dropped something on the ground and needed to go back, so when he turned around he opened his mouth to hiss out what? but was surprised to see how close he was.

“Yo, is there… something… wrong…?”Ee’s words trailed off as Ty loomed over him, the distance closing with each passing second, and it wasn’t until they were truly close like this that Ee could tell that the other was slightly taller. The loose hairs from under his hat brushed gently against Ee’s face and Ty still had a good grip on his wrist. He was caught so off guard that he didn’t bother to fight against the kiss.  

It was brief, filled with a nervous playfulness that could only be expected from his friend and Ty pointed upwards at the woven green archway and the small green and red mistletoe that hung there. 

Christmas Mistletoe.

“It’s a mistletoe, you have to kiss me.”

Ee stood under the doorway pointing up with a stupid grin on his face, convinced that Whiskers wouldn’t do it, but it was a joke and apparently a stupid one. In the moment he forgot that Whiskers physically could not refuse the order, Ee was simply trying to push the man’s buttons, but he subconsciously worded the tease more like a command. Maybe deep down he just… genuinely wanted it?

He snickered trying to think of the logistics, “but that’s gonna be a bit difficult with…” he motioned to skull mask, “all that? Ha, how about I close my eyes and whatever happens happens.”

Leaning forward a bit to bare his cheek, Ee closed his eyes, not expecting much, but a rough hand grasped his shirt, startling him and his eyes shot open, only to be met face to face and lips to lips with Whiskers. The kiss was rough at first, but quickly softened into something deeper that took Ee by surprise and he blinked stupidly as the other man pulled away.

Erebus didn’t know who this was, but was glad that someone on this ship wasn’t trying to pull him in a dark room to make out with him before of some Earth plant technology that was brainwashing everyone into kissing.

Christmas Mistletoe.

Ethos was drunk. He had to be. How though? Erebus had no idea, but as he rounded the corner he was met face to face with a rosy cheeked and rather loud fluffy haired navigator. He gasped sharply, almost stumbling backwards but caught his footing just before he fell over. He then quickly grabbed onto Erebus’ arm exclaiming that he had to show him something important, not to question it just come ON!

Still very confused, he allowed Ethos to pull him excitedly down hallways, through corridors, all the time explaining details about some kissing tree or something, but his words were so frantically rushed it was hard to understand. They didn’t stop until they reached a very specific archway with the green plant tied crudely at the top.  Erebus couldn’t quite make out what it was before Ethos snatched a handful of kisses from his face, none of them having a specific destination and far more playful than anything sensual. 

Christmas Mistletoe.

As he walked through the sliding door that lead to their shared bunk, Erebus eyes fluttered aggressively and he swatted away whatever smacked him right in the face. He took a surprised step backwards as his nose was filled with the soft sent of oranges, only to be met face to face with a small strung up plant he could only assume was some voodoo Earth worship ritual for whatever holiday a quarter of the crew was freaking out about. 

If only he was fortunate enough to not know what it meant, but he furrowed his brow while he examined the mistletoe in the flesh for the first time, or at least that is what he guessed it to be from what the other Earth fighter’s had been talking about. You were supposed to do something with this right? Stand under it, yeah, but what else? He felt like he was missing a key piece of information about this plant and why it was hanging in his room…

Erebus had been so focused on the green object in front of him that it took him a moment to see Abel standing there, shifting uncomfortably with folded arms looking away. He raised his eyebrows at the navigator and gave an audible huff to catch his attention, to which he was met with a rather surprising look - Abel was red? Was he… embarrassed? Or worse blushing?

Then it hit the fighter like a bag full of rocks. You were supposed to kiss.

HAH! The surprised noise left his lips as he glanced between the mistletoe and his rosy cheeked partner, folding his arms. This had to be an accident, didn’t Abel despise him? Abel was reading his expressions and the side of his eye twitched in annoyance as it was obvious what Erebus was thinking, but the navigator moved with a silky swiftness that caught him off guard. 

In two swift motions, Abel stepped forward and came face to face with the taller man and Erebus went humorous confusion to a silent shock… but he didn’t move. As the blonde got closer, his momentum slowing as he stood on his toes to reach using Erebus’ arms to stabilize him, a faint whisper left his lips - 

Christmas Mistletoe.

Tap tap tap tap tapErebus glanced behind him down the long hallway, but the source of the rapid footsteps couldn’t be found. Tap tap tap TAP TAP TAP TAPAgain, he stopped. It was getting louder?

As he rounded the corner, glanced up from his reading to see Deimos walking with an aggressive purpose and before he had a moment to change his facial expression, the fighter had yanked him downward into a kiss. Erebus was caught so off guard, he had slam his hand against the wall to keep from falling over the fighter’s tight grip on the front of his shirt and he had to grasp the fighter with his free arm to make sure the other wouldn’t topple over as well. 

It was a harsh fury of passionate kisses, tongue dancing dangerously at his lips, hands tugging at him harder to pull more from the taller surprised navigator, and when Erebus finally got the chance to pull away for air, he was spluttering silent words trying to comprehend what was happening but was quickly dragged back down for more.