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As ever, Klaus looks incredible. Obi-Wan knows he doesn't compare, wearing his denim trousers and a plain t-shirt, he knows when people glance their way and their gazes linger, it's Klaus they're looking at, not him, but he doesn't mind. There is no jealousy, no worry Klaus will find one of them more interesting and decide to end the night elsewhere. He wouldn't do that and even if he were to come back here alone another night and find someone to spend time with, Obi-Wan still wouldn't be jealous.

What Klaus does when they're not together doesn't change how it feels when they are together and Obi-Wan knows, without them even having to speak of it, how meaningful it's become. Whatever they experience outside of this, it doesn't make it less meaningful and he has a strong feeling anything else either of them might have doesn't come close to this level.

"How do you know this isn't my usual scene?" he asks playfully, grinning over at Klaus. "I might have spent many a night in a bar just like this on Coruscant." He actually had, although not of his own volition, instead being dragged around by fellow Padawans who had needed to let loose a little outside of all their training. Obi-Wan had always enjoyed himself, though Klaus is right, it had never been his first choice.

"I was curious," he admits. "Darrow is different and similar to place I've been, all these contradictory things about it, and I was still deep in exploration mode when we met. I visited many different places during those first few months."

Some had been unintentional, like the place he'd walked into where everyone had been wearing leather and some had been carrying whips. He'd surveyed the scene for a long moment, spoken to a very kind young woman who had asked if he was interested in learning more and he had declined politely and left. But he doesn't regret any of the places he's been, especially not this one.

"Because I've spent more time with you than anyone else in this city," Klaus tells him, quirking a brow as he reaches out to tap his fingertips under Obi-Wan's chin, twisting playfully at his beard. "I know you."

He knows that Obi-Wan enjoys nights out like this from time to time, but he knows that he's also happy with a quiet night in with tea and a book. He's even helping Klaus to appreciate these quiet nights a little better, though he still struggles with them a bit. Places like this are easier for him, with all their noise and chaos. He's still learning to be still.

"You went out exploring and found me," Klaus says with a fond chuckle, resting his hand on Obi-Wan's shoulder as he twists to gesture for the bartender. "More than you bargained for, I bet."

"Oh, much more than I bargained for," Obi-Wan agrees. "Though I can't say I'm particularly upset about it."

He had never expected to love anyone again. Not the way he had loved Satine. Of course he loves Anakin and Ahsoka, he had loved his men, had complicated feelings of camaraderie and affection and attraction for Cody, but no one has ever come close to Satine and the way she made him feel. Not until Klaus.

He is so much more than Obi-Wan had bargained for.

"But then again, I found many things," he muses, leaning against Klaus. "I discovered the Hideout, with the very loud, wonderfully aggressive music. Such a brilliant way to expel that anger so many people feel, so artistic and heartfelt." It's simply another way of refusing to let strong emotions be in control. These men and women write music and lyrics encompassing that anger and throwing it away, taking away its power. He thinks it's brilliant.

"Ooh, I did love that place," Klaus says happily, curling an arm casually around Obi-Wan's waist as he leans in to order two Purple Rains, just to satisfy Obi-Wan's love of colorful cocktails. He thinks that it might have even been the violently purple drink that Obi-Wan ordered the night they met.

"I feel similarly about that kind of music," he says once he's turned back, smiling warmly at Obi-Wan, unsurprised that he would understand the genre of music that most people dismiss as noise. He gets right to the heart of it, and Klaus can't help but to give him a fond squeeze. "There aren't many types of music that I dislike, but metal and punk are what got me through my angriest years."

He leans in close to nuzzle behind Obi-Wan's ear, biting playfully at the lobe. "We could go back. We could listen to good some music while I watch you dance with cute goth girls again. That was very fun."

"You did enjoy watching that, didn't you?" Obi-Wan asks, feeling pleased and a little flushed with the memory of that evening. The woman had been lovely, there's absolutely no denying that, she had been beautiful and he had enjoyed talking to her as well as the music she had played, but his eyes had been on Klaus the entire evening.

No matter where they go, he thinks, no matter who else is present, he only has eyes for Klaus. It's a thrilling realization and he smiles to himself, his eyes on the bartender as they wait.

"I would like that, though," he adds, his hand against the small of Klaus's back, fingertips rubbing slow circles through his shirt. "There are very few places I've found in this city I don't enjoy, to be quite frank. I've rarely had such an opportunity to simply be in the past and I like to spend most of my time being productive in whatever way I can be. Even if it means simply exploring whatever I can."

"Oh, I really did," Klaus says, because there was something deeply arousing about watching Obi-Wan dance with that woman, and knowing that he would be the one that Obi-Wan left with afterward. It isn't a possessiveness, or a jealousy. If he had to describe it, Klaus would probably say that it was due to the awe in knowing that Obi-Wan would pick him over anyone else. A room full of beautiful, interesting people, and Obi-Wan picks him every time, because Klaus is who he wants, not just once, but over and over again. He'll never get used to that, he thinks. He'll never take it for granted.

"We really do have so much in common." He smiles at the thought. He also loves to explore, and has scoured this city to find interesting things to do. Their reasoning may be a little different. Obi-Wan wants to be productive, and Klaus wants desperately not to be bored. It all shakes out kind of the same, though. They're well suited.

"You'll have to catch me up on whatever gems I've missed." Their drinks are set down, and Klaus quickly puts down enough cash to cover them before sliding Obi-Wan's glass over to him with an amused smile. "You can get the next round."

One wouldn't think it to look at them, that they have much in common. Klaus is beautiful, confident, utterly sure of himself in what he presents to the world, often dressing to draw attention. Obi-Wan, in contrast, dresses very plainly, in neutral colours, is often quiet, content to observe rather than engage. But beneath the surface of them both are similarities that run deep. Warmth and empathy, an abhorrence of violence, despite their lives and what they're both trained to do. The deep sort of loss few people understand. Both, too, are terribly flirtatious, as if they're unable to stop, and both, no matter who they may be flirting with at the time, still seem to turn back to one another.

"Mm, peas in a pod," he agrees with a grin, leaning in to nuzzle his nose against Klaus's throat before he picks up his drink and takes a sip. "Delightful, thank you."

He looks around the club, finds another few gazes turned in their directly, two women in particular who keep glancing at Klaus, and Obi-Wan smiles a little, fingers dipping briefly past the waist of Klaus's pants to stroke the sensitive skin just above the tailbone. "Shall we sit with our drinks? Or attempt to dance while holding them?"

"Peas in a pod," Klaus agrees, laughing fondly and scrunches his nose as Obi-Wan's beard tickles the sensitive skin under his jaw. He picks up his own drink and takes a sip, nodding at the taste of it as Obi-Wan's fingers slide into the tight waistband of his pants. It's not overtly sexual, but more the action of someone who his confident in his affections. He does it because he knows that he can, and it makes Klaus smile.

"Hm, it depends," he says after glancing around and spotting the women staring blatantly in their direction. He smiles to himself, and then tips his ass up into Obi-Wan's hand as he turns to raise an eyebrow at him, sipping casually from his drink. "Are you planning on continuing this little show that you're putting on for our rapt audience?"

He's teasing, but honestly, Klaus wouldn't mind putting on a show. He'd mind it about as much as he minds having Obi-Wan's hand down his pants, which is to say not at all.

"I suspect it's you they're looking at," Obi-Wan points out with a smile, giving another little stroke with the tips of his fingers. "You do attract attention wherever you go, looking as wonderful as you do. If they're looking at me at all, I suspect it's due to mere jealousy."

He's not insecure about his own physical appearance, Obi-Wan is aware he is objectively handsome, especially in a place such as Darrow, where human appearances seem to be the prevailing ones. Even in his own galaxy, he had been considered handsome by those who were attracted to humans, but he still believes he doesn't hold a candle to Klaus.

"And since it's you they're looking at, I think that decision is yours to make," he continues, looking more and more amused by the second.

"You do not give yourself nearly enough credit," Klaus drawls out, rolling his eyes in fond exasperation as he sips from his drink. Sure, Obi-Wan doesn't make a spectacle out of himself like Klaus, doesn't line his eyes with black or put gloss on his lips to make people look at him like Klaus does, but he is absurdly beautiful, and carries with him a quiet confidence that makes him incredibly desirable.

Even on that first night, Klaus could tell that Obi-Wan knew who he was and what he wanted, and Klaus very much wanted Obi-Wan to want him. Partially because the man hadn't seemed to want for anything at all.

"Well, luckily for them, we're a package deal," Klaus winks and reaches back to grip Obi-Wan's wrist, holding it out so he can twist back and rest his back against Obi-Wan's chest. He pulls Obi-Wan's arm across his waist to set his hand down on Klaus's sharp hip, humming happily to himself as he tips his head to the side and takes another sip from his cocktail.

The women are still watching them, quite obvious in their attention, and Klaus starts to move his hips to the music a little, reaching back to grip Obi-Wan's thigh as he tips his martini glass back to finish off his drink.

Oh, he likes that terribly much more than he ought to. A package deal. As if one doesn't come without the other and he supposes tonight, at the very least, that much is true.

With Klaus's back pressed to his chest -- his ass framed against his hips, too -- Obi-Wan laughs softly, settling his hand where Klaus places it, his thumb brushing his hipbone as Klaus begins to move. He finishes his drink quickly and Obi-Wan has to take a few more quick sips in order to keep up, because he rather suspects he's going to need both hands free before long.

"Dancing then," he says as he uses his hips to press Klaus forward, away from the bar and toward the dance floor. That is gives the women watching a better view isn't his entire purpose, but it also isn't not the reason he's moving them. Another few sips of his drink finishes it off and Obi-Wan leaves it on a table as they pass by, then slips his now freed hand under the material of Klaus's barely-buttoned shirt to splay across his stomach.

"Dancing!" Klaus laughs as Obi-Wan directs him forward, moving easily towards the dance floor. Once they find a spot and Obi-Wan has both hands on him, Klaus starts to move his hips with purpose, rocking back against Obi-Wan as his hand slides up along his stomach, dragging the material aside to expose the cut of his hip as he rolls it in time with the music.

Obi-Wan is good at dancing, letting his body feel the music and roll with it, and the two do them are always in tandem. It just works, and Klaus can't help but to get deeply aroused each time because he knows what this body feels like when it moves like this without any clothes on, when it's pressing him down and moving inside of him.

With one hand on Obi-Wan's hip, he reaches back with the other to curl it around the back of Obi-Wan's neck, grinning as he turns his head to close his teeth gently against the bolt of his jaw. "Are they looking? They should be be." He let out a throaty chuckle and tugs playfully with his hair. "It's a hell of a show."

As Klaus begins to move, Obi-Wan closes his eyes. By now, after all this time, they move together easily, having learned each others' bodies, and Obi-Wan uses the moment to go inward. It's certainly not what some might consider a typical state of meditation, but the pulse of the music, the movement of their bodies, and the heat of Klaus pressed against him relaxes Obi-Wan in ways he can usually only achieve through long periods of meditation.

He's very present. Very aware. He can feel every shift, every nuance of the moment.

At Klaus's question, he opens his eyes again, smiling almost lazily before he shifts his gaze toward the women. They're still looking at them, whispering to each other, and Obi-Wan's smile grows slightly before he turns his attention back to Klaus.

"They are," he confirms. "But who can blame them. I can only feel the way you're moving and it's mesmerizing."

"Package deal, remember?" Klaus grins, tipping his head back to nip at the soft skin under Obi-Wan's ear before he pulls away and spins around, tossing his hair over one shoulder as he presses himself to Obi-Wan again. His arms lift to curl around Obi-Wan's shoulders, pulling him close and sliding a knee between his thighs.

"I'd rather just look at you." He smiles and leans in to kiss him, one soft press of his mouth and then something a little deeper, licking at the seam of his lips before pulling away. They're moving together in a way that's probably a little obscene, but they are putting a show, after all. They might as well make it a good one.

"I don't know why we do this to ourselves," he says with a laugh, moving one hand down to the base of Obi-Wan's spine. "We never last very long."

"I haven't the slightest idea what you might mean," Obi-Wan answers innocently as he drapes his arms over Klaus's shoulders, their bodies moving together as if they'd rehearsed this when they most certainly have not. At least not in a traditional sense of rehearsal, he supposes, because they've gotten plenty of practice in moving together through other forms.

In the space of a moment, Klaus brings all of Obi-Wan's focus back to the two of them. If they're still being watched, he's aware of it only peripherally, in the way he's always aware of his surroundings. A hold over, he knows, from being at war for so long, from being raised as he was, trained as he is. It isn't a bad thing, it serves its purpose, but right now he wants to be solely focused on Klaus.

"We're just dancing," he murmurs against Klaus's temple, fingers combing through his curls, tugging them gently to one side so he can duck his head and press a quick kiss to Klaus's shoulder.

"Is that all we're doing?" Klaus asks with a grin, tipping his head to the side as Obi-Wan moves his hair. The kiss makes him smile and he lifts his head again to press another soft kiss to Obi-Wan's mouth as they dance, sliding his hand up the back of Obi-Wan's shirt to rest it against the warm skin just above his waistband.

It's still incredible to Klaus just how crazed they still are for each other. Klaus never wants any one particular person this badly even once, let alone over and over again for months, but Obi-Wan is the exception to so many rules, it seems. They've been together dozens of times by now, but Klaus is as hungry as ever, and never fully satisfied. He always wants more of this, of him, of them.

"You dance almost as good as you fuck," Klaus murmurs against Obi-Wan's ear, just because he can, and it might make Obi-Wan flush. This time, it's his turn to dip his fingertips under the waistband of Obi-Wan's jeans, slipping just below the elastic of his underwear to stroke along soft, warm skin. "Almost."

A rush of heat goes through Obi-Wan at the words and he laughs, warm and affectionate, his lips still pressed to Klaus's shoulder. When he lifts his head again, he's smiling brightly and he says, "So should I get better at dancing or worse at sex to even that out?"

In a little flash of arrogance, he has to admit he's not sure they would be capable of having anything even close to bad sex. Whenever they're together, they move with such ease, able to connect in a way Obi-Wan has connected with so few people in his life. Outside of Klaus, he thinks everyone who has been able to connect with him so intimately has been Force sensitive, able to read his intentions before he makes a move, which makes this especially important, he thinks.

"Do you want another drink?" he asks, pressing his mouth close to Klaus's ear to be heard. He hasn't thought about the women who had been watching them earlier in several minutes now, but as they turn, he catches sight of one of them dancing with a different man not far from where they stand now. She's still looking at them and Obi-Wan is surprised to feel a deep sort of bitterness in the Force. It's more than simple jealousy and he understands it a moment later.

He and Klaus are happy.

"I'm not sure that you'd be capable of being worse at sex," Klaus says with a laugh, unknowingly echoing Obi-Wan's thoughts. "Especially not with me as your partner."

They move together so well, almost as if they could read each other's minds. Obi-Wan could read his mind, theoretically, but Klaus doesn't think that he would. Klaus trusts him, wholly and implicitly, and believes that the only time he's reached into Klaus like that have been the times where Klaus has given him permission to do so.

"Yes, another drink would be good," he replies, nodding a bit as moves his hands to grip Obi-Wan by the hips. He always wants another drink, but right now it's more about taking a break from dancing so that they don't drag each other into the restroom. That will probably happen at some point, but he doesn't want it to just yet, not when they just got here.

By the time he takes Obi-Wan's hand to lead him to the bar, he's forgotten all about the women watching them. He doesn't even look out to survey the crowd because when he's with Obi-Wan, no else has any hope of catching his attention, not in any significant way. He is exactly where he wants to be.

"Hello, there," Obi-Wan says when the bartender comes to greet them. "May I have a Blue Lagoon, please? And..." He turns slightly, angling himself toward Klaus expectantly, with absolutely no idea what he might want this evening. Klaus has a great propensity for seeming happy with nearly any option and Obi-Wan doesn't want to assume he knows what Klaus prefers in this particular moment.

Especially not when his own tendency is to want the ridiculously bright and sweet concoctions, not because he dislikes the taste of alcohol and needs to hide it, but because he finds them absolutely entertaining.

Some might see the way Obi-Wan interacts with this new world he's found himself in and consider him naive. It's true a great deal of Darrow is new and unusual to him, but he isn't approaching it with wide-eyed, innocent wonder. He's making an effort, in fact, to find the new and the joyful precisely because he's lived so long in a world without it. There had been happiness in his galaxy, but there had been war, too. So much violence, so much anger, so much regret and loss.

Obi-Wan isn't naive to the difficulties of the world. Just the opposite in fact. He is deeply, terribly aware of them and he is doing everything he can to enjoy life despite them.

The drink order makes Klaus smile in fond amusement, because Obi's love of fruity, colorful cocktails is a delight, even if Klaus doesn't understand how he doesn't get hangovers from all the sugar. Even Klaus, with his many years of practice, does not do well the morning after too much sugary booze.

"Tokyo tea," Klaus says to the bartender, because it has a lot of alcohol for one cocktail without too much sugar, but most importantly: it's very green. The man makes Obi-Wan's drink first, sliding it over to him, and then makes Klaus's.

"Can't let you have all the fun," Klaus tells Obi-Wan as he picks up his neon drink and turns around to rest back against the bar. Obi does seem to try and find joy in everything he can, despite the losses and pain he's experienced. Or perhaps its in spite of it, which would make he and Klaus even more alike. Like Klaus, he refuses to let himself be broken, not entirely. No matter what happens, they keep dancing.

"Oh, that is very green," Obi-Wan observes happily once he's paid for their drinks and tipped appropriately. He sips his drink, turning with Klaus, then takes him by the hand.

Not far from where they are, there's an empty couch, one that's just recently been vacated, and as they move toward it, Obi-Wan may wave his hand toward an older man who looks as if he's trying to get to the same place. The man trips, spilling his drink, and curses as he stares down at himself. Obi-Wan blinks innocently at Klaus, then sinks down onto the empty sofa.

It's small, only room for the two of them, and they're still wedged together when they sit, which Obi-Wan suspects is the point. "This is cozy," he comments with a laugh, crossing one leg over the other, tipped toward Klaus.

Klaus happily lets himself be dragged off by the hand, amenable to whatever Obi-Wan wants to do. With a stiff drink in hand and the world's best company at his side, Klaus wants for nothing.

Their destination becomes clear when a skeevy looking guy trips over his own feet and spills his drink, preventing him from getting to the loveseat that Obi-Wan is heading for. Klaus doesn't think much of it until Obi-Wan looks over at him, blue eyes sparkling and a little too wide. He lets out a delighted laugh as they sink down into the loveseat together, and Klaus feels a burst of affection so strong that it's a wonder his ribcage can even contain it.

"It is. Very lucky we were able to snag it," Klaus says with an innocent smile of his own, though his eyes are sparkling with mischief as he hooks his knee over Obi-Wan's, bouncing his toe in time with the beat of the music as he sips from his drink.

"I suppose we were just in the right place at the right time," Obi-Wan agrees, letting his free hand fall to Klaus's knee atop his own.

There are times when he wonders what his life would have been like had he left the Jedi Order to be with Satine. A Duchess's husband would have been an interesting life in its own right, especially when that Duchess was the ruler of Mandalore. It certainly wouldn't have been quiet, but it wouldn't have had moments like this either. Out in public, Satine would have always needed to be the Duchess of Mandalore above all else, even Obi-Wan's wife. There would be no going to clubs, dancing, drinking, sitting wrapped up in each other like he is with Klaus. He had loved Satine with all her heart and loves her still, he believes he could have been very happy with her, but it would have been a very different happiness than the sort of he has now.

One isn't better than the other. They're just different.

"I was just thinking," he says, seeing no reason not to share this with Klaus. "How I would have likely never been able to do anything like this had I left the Jedi Order and married Satine. We would have always been the Duchess of Mandalore and her husband out in public, never simply Satine Kryze and Obi-Wan Kenobi." He pauses, considering, then laughs a little. "Although Satine also may have gotten annoyed with all the rules and put on a disguise for an evening, so who knows."

For the first time ever, Klaus feels the tiniest kernel of something like jealousy when Obi-Wan mentions Satine. But, like with most jealousy, it comes from a lack of self-esteem, and he quickly shakes it away, ashamed of himself for feeling it at all. No, he will never be a beautiful Duchess, but Klaus still has a deep respect for this woman that Obi-Wan loves so dearly, and he knows that he could never replace her. He wouldn't want to, even if he could.

Jealousy is just a human flaw, and Klaus tells himself that it isn't a mistake to have felt it. That happens from time to time, and it's how he reacts to it that's important. He does what Obi-Wan has taught him. He examines the feeling, sits with it a bit, and then lets it go when he realizes that it's foolish and unnecessary. He thinks Obi-Wan would be proud of him.

"You would have been happy with her," Klaus says, because he can admit that. He can hear it in Obi-Wan's voice. He smiles softly and then takes a long drink from his class, feeling the slight burn of liquor in his throat.

"I think so," Obi-Wan agrees. "A different sort of happy than I was and a different sort than I am now."

But still happy. At least for a time. From what he's learned, Order 66 had applied not only to Jedi, but to all those who were Force sensitive. Even if he left the Jedi Order, a time would have come when the world would have come rushing back to him in an unpreventable manner and he can't possibly know how it might have played out. Who would have survived and who might have died.

There's no point in dwelling on such things. The decisions are made and in the past and no matter what he might think of, there is no undoing what's already been done. He doesn't know that Satine would have been happy either, not knowing he had left the Order for her.

He runs his hand up Klaus's leg, then back down again and smiles over at him. "I'm happy here," he says.

Hearing Obi-Wan say that he's happy makes Klaus smile, soft and pleased, and he reaches out to put his hand over Obi's on his leg, sliding it up the inside of his thigh as he leans over to give him a lingering kiss.

Klaus doesn't know the last time that he was truly happy. Maybe that means that he never was. Sure, he had fun. He had good times while traveling the world, met interesting people and had great sex, ate amazing food, but he was never actually happy. The closest that he ever came was, sadly enough, in the middle of a war.

And now, he thinks. He's happy now. He has Obi-Wan and most of his siblings. They're growing closer in ways they never did growing up, and he's met this wonderful man who cares for him, and teaches him things. A man who will trip someone just to have a good place for them to sit close together.

"I think I am, too," he says with a touch of wonder in his voice, as if he's just now realizing it. Klaus smiles, chuckling softly and kissing Obi-Wan again. "I really am."

"I'm very glad to hear it," Obi-Wan answers as he takes another sip of his drink, watching the wonder bloom in Klaus's expression, as if happiness has truly been a foreign concept for him. Obi-Want wishes that wasn't the case, he wishes Klaus had been offered a happier life, but the past is past, as he's only just thought about his own, so there's nowhere to go but forward.

Enjoy this moment, then the next and the next. Creating an entire life of moments.

"I imagined your siblings would say the same," he adds. "They all seem to care a great deal for you."

Five is the only one who's been slightly more reticent on the subject, but Obi-Wan has spent nearly his entire life learning to read the reticence of Mace Windu, so he thinks he can say with certainty there's a lot of affection there, too, running under the surface. Allison, Vanya, and Ben, on the other hand, all have wonderful things to say about Klaus and about each other.

They're family in the same way Obi-Wan and the other Jedi he grew up with are family, he realizes. Siblings in name, because they had been thrown together. He likes that. Finding a family is sometimes more meaningful than any other sort.

"Yeah, we're all trying," Klaus says with a bewildered sort of smile. He and his siblings have always been bonded by their upbringing and shared trauma, and he's never doubted that they all cared for him in some way or another, like they wouldn't let him die, but he didn't really think any of them actually liked him all that much.

But that's changing, mostly. They're learning how to exist around each other not as children forced to be together, but as adults who want to be together. It's a beautiful thing.

And so is this. Klaus smiles over at Obi-Wan and then sits up, removing his knee from Obi-Wan's so he can turn to lay across his lap, settling back against the wonderful little seat that he's made with his crossed leg. He hooks his own legs over the other arm of the chair and settles in happily, looking up at Obi-Wan as he takes a sip of his drink, cheeks hollowing around the straw.

"I've also become very enamored of a man," he admits, holding his hand up next to his mouth as if he's sharing a secret. "That makes me happy as well, even though he's quite sassy at times. Very good in bed, though."

"Hmm," Obi-Wan hums thoughtfully as he takes a sip of his drink. He rests one arm along Klaus's back, stroking his fingers along his spine through the thin material of his shirt. "Sassy, is he? He sounds rather tiresome, I think, you should likely end things with him and spend much more time with me. I'm very serious at all times, although perhaps not nearly as good in bed."

It warms him all through his body, hearing Klaus's words. Enamoured. He's never felt as if the affection he feels is one-sided, it has never been a concern for him, not with all he and Klaus have shared, but it still does something to actually hear them. To know for certain, to have them spoken in Klaus's warm, happy voice.

"I was never a man who banked on second chances," he admits. "It's not the Jedi way. We focus on the present, acknowledge what we are experiencing, what we can control and letting go of what we can't, but I cannot pretend having this second chance isn't wonderful."

"You do make a compelling argument," Klaus says with an indulgent grin, settling in happily in Obi-Wan's lap, which quickly became his most favorite place to sit. "As for the bed thing, we'll just need more practice."

It's not as hard as Klaus initially thought it would be to say things like this to Obi-Wan, to admit that he's enamored, because it doesn't quite feel like a risk. He knows that it's mutual, because Obi-Wan's affection for him is so obvious that it's even able to work through the shield of Klaus's own self-loathing. It cannot be denied.

"Wonderful," Klaus repeats, smiling as he sits up a bit to give Obi-Wan a soft kiss. Or, he meant for it to be a soft kiss, but it ends up lasting longer, going deeper, until Klaus is licking into his mouth and tasting the lemon from Obi's drink on his tongue. Someone nearby lets out a wolf whistle and Klaus smiles into the kiss, nipping Obi's bottom lip before leaning back into the cradle of his lap. "Sometimes I just can't help myself."

It isn't at all difficult for Obi-Wan to melt into the kiss, his lips parting, his tongue meeting Klaus's as his eyes close. The hand he had on Klaus's back slides up, under the curtain of his hair, to cup the back of his neck. Around them, he's aware of the other people, the pulse of the music, the shifting of the crowd as they dance. He's aware of it all, but still entirely focused on Klaus and the weight of him in his lap, how much he feels when they're together.

This was never meant for him. He never thought it could be and yet here they are, no matter what he may have thought. To be wrong is such a wonderful thing, he's found, to constantly be learning is a gift.

He would have left the Jedi Order for Satine, had she asked. He would do it now for Klaus if he did.

At the sound of the whistle, he chuckles against Klaus's mouth, the both of them settling back into the seat. He sips at his drink, gaze flicking toward the person who had whistled out of curiosity, then back toward Klaus again. His hand is still at the back of his neck and he grins as he shakes his head.

"Oh, I'm more than happy with that," he murmurs. "In fact, I prefer that you can't help yourself."

Obi-Wan never shies away from any kiss that Klaus gives him, no matter where they might be. He always puts his all into each and every kiss, just like Klaus does. And Klaus wants to kiss him always, everywhere, all the time.

Even here, in a club full of all kinds of stimulation, lights and music and sound, beautiful bodies moving together, but Klaus can't look away from Obi-Wan. Klaus smiles as Obi's fingers slide into his hair, dragging along his scalp, and he practically preens at the attention as he sips from his drink. He feels truly decadent, lounging across Obi-Wan's lap like a spoiled house cat, and he couldn't be happier.

"Ah, so you're an exhibitionist," Klaus says delightedly, reaching up to trail his fingertips along Obi-Wan's jaw before sitting up to kiss him again, shifting his drink to his other hand so he can wrap his arm around Obi's shoulders. "That's interesting information."

"Well, I wouldn't say I'm an exhibitionist," Obi-Wan answers, smiling at Klaus. "Although maybe I've never really explored what that means."

He knows what the word means, of course, but when he thinks about someone watching him, someone looking at him in an intimate moment, he isn't entirely certain what he feels. If he were to be pleasuring himself, he thinks he would like very much to have Klaus watching him. If it was the two of them together, he isn't as certain he would want someone watching them, although he supposes they would have to examine the specifics of the situation before he could make a decision on the matter.

"I might be," he allows. "Under the right circumstances."

His smile grows wider, his head tilting as he studies Klaus, the way the lights flash, accentuating Klaus's cheekbones, the light of his eyes, the bow of his lips. "Are you?"

Klaus had been teasing, but Obi-Wan manages to surprise him once again. He's so wonderfully open. Not just with sexual exploration, but with everything. He's open with his emotions, with his affections, open to exploring new things. He's so brave, and Klaus admires it. He wishes that he could emulate it at times. Mostly, he's glad to find himself on the receiving end of it.

"I might be," he says with a teasing smile, quirking one eyebrow. "Under the right circumstances."

Truthfully, the thought of someone watching Obi-Wan fuck him is sort of thrilling. He's never been shy, and he's had sex in front of others before. It was fun, but not something he ever really specifically sought out. What him and Obi-Wan do together is akin to art, and good art should be appreciated.

"Maybe a quick one," he says after a moment, because he and Obi-Wan don't just fuck. They also make love, as cheesy as it sounds, but Klaus has now learned that there is a difference between the two. Klaus smiles and scratches his fingertips through Obi-Wan's beard, twisting a bit of the hair at his chin between the pads of his fingers. "You do see parts of me no one else does sometimes, when we're together like that. Things that I wouldn't want anyone else to see."

His smile grows, and he gives Obi-Wan's a beard a playful tug. "But a nice rut? Yeah, that might be fun. I do love to show off, obviously."

That, Obi-Wan thinks, is something they can agree on.

There are times in which they're quick, a little desperate, moments that are truly about sex more than they are about the emotional connection they've also made. More than, really, but not entirely without the emotional side of things. At this point, Obi-Wan knows there really isn't any separating the two, not any longer, although he's not sure there was ever really any hope of that.

But there are times he wouldn't want to share with anyone else. Most times, really, if he's honest. Yet it's possible. There might be something between them he would be willing to share with someone else, at least at a distance.

Another conversation to be had, not in the middle of a loud dance club, and for the time being he presses another kiss to Klaus's mouth, a firm kiss, and then he grins. "It might be fun," he agrees. "For now, how does another dance sound in terms of showing off?"

It isn't something that Klaus feels strongly enough about to press for, so he's fine with tabling it for another day. Or maybe they'll stumble upon it organically, which feels more right, anyway. Harley would probably watch, but Klaus would probably prefer that Harley be involved, anyway. God, that'd be fun.

He's distracted from that particular thought by the kiss, holding his drink out to the side as he lifts his head to return it happily. Obi-Wan pulls back to smile at him and Klaus can't help but to return it, touching the tips of their noses together as he nods.

"Ah, exhibition lite." Klaus laughs and polishes off the last of his cocktail as he stands up, setting the glass on a nearby table before holding his hand out for Obi-Wan. "Let's boogie, darling."

The endearment makes him smile, a warm, slow spread across his features, his eyes crinkling at the corners before he finishes off his drink and then reaches out to take Klaus's hand to pull himself to his feet. The music has taken on a slightly slower beat for the moment and Obi-Wan slides his arm around Klaus's waist as they return to the mass of bodies on the dance floor.

People make room for them. Obi-Wan doesn't use the Force to make it happen, he doesn't know why it does, only that the crowd parts a little and then closes in around them once more, enclosing them in their own little space in the midst of all the rest of the dancers.

"I don't like this music," he admits, laughing close to Klaus's ear. "I understand it's good for dancing, but other than that..." He trails off, shrugging. He would rather listen to almost anything else he's come to learn having been in Darrow. Most of that is music Klaus has introduced him to.

As they settle together in the crowd, Klaus curls his arms around Obi-Wan's shoulders, moving his hips in time with the music. The admission makes him toss his head back with a laugh, and he cradles the back of Obi-Wan's skull as he turns to press a kiss to his cheek.

"It's not good for much else but dancing. Or drowning out thoughts," he replies, dragging his fingers through Obi-Wan's hair and gripping the back of his neck. "But you move so well to it."

He grins against Obi-Wan's ear, nipping at the lobe. "Makes me want to try and find a quieter corner of this place to drag you off to."

"Is there a quiet corner?" Obi-Wan asks in return. Somehow this place doesn't seem like anywhere would be particularly quiet, but he also suspects Klaus knows plenty of things he doesn't. It isn't as it Obi-Wan has spent a great deal of time in clubs, even when Kit would try to take him to them on Coruscant. They would go occasionally, but Obi-Wan often ended up leaving early, provided they didn't end up in any sort of trouble.

Which they often did. But trouble meant, too, they weren't usually finding quiet corners.

"If you can find one, I'll certainly follow you there," he says and while his voice is still low, he has it pitched to be heard over the music and he speaks close to Klaus's ear to make absolutely certain Klaus knows what he's saying. Not that he's terribly worried about it. Klaus understands him in ways some might not expect and it's part of why he's so content to be about him.

"I said quiter," Klaus replies with a laugh, but the soft vibration of Obi-Wan speaking against his ear makes Klaus much more determined to actually find a place. There's always the bathroom, but while he doesn't think Obi-Wan would turn him down, that's a little seedier than Klaus thinks he deserves. Surely they can find a place that's still a little seedy, because Klaus does enjoy that, without having to listen to other men take a piss.

The song ends and Klaus takes Obi-Wan by the hand, leading him through the crowd and down the hall that leads to the restrooms. They pass those doors and keep walking until Klaus comes upon a supply closet. The door is locked, as to be expected, and Klaus looks around before turning to grin at Obi-Wan.

"If you would be so kind," he says as he reaches out to jiggle the knob. "I left my lockpicking kit in my other pants."

When Klaus leads him off the dance floor, Obi-Wan goes with him, and he makes sure neither of them look about surreptitiously and draw attention to themselves. All they need to do is look like they belong, like they know exactly what they're doing, and no one will even glance in their direction and he doesn't need to use the Force for that.

For the door, however, he does need the Force and for a moment he imagines the sheer disapproval of the Council should they know what he's doing now. He hides his smile and looks at Klaus, then the doorknob, then down the hall. With a wave of his hand the doorknob clicks and suddenly it swing inward, revealing what seems to be a supply closet.

"And what's this?" he asks, raising his eyebrows. He takes Klaus's hand again and steps inside, as if he's merely going to investigate. "A quieter corner."

"Imagine that," Klaus replies, smiling as he swings the door shut and flips on the light. As far as supply rooms go, it's relatively nice and smells like cleaning supplies, and that's all that Klaus really takes in before he's grabbing Obi-Wan by the hips and turning their bodies to press him against the door.

Though the music is quieter here, Klaus can still feel the thump of the bass and it only serves to heighten his arousal he feels as he leans in for a kiss, pressing their bodies together as he licks into Obi-Wan's mouth, tasting sugar and liquor on his tongue.

"All the better for me to take advantage of you," Klaus teases, biting gently at Obi's lower lip as he slides his hand under Obi's shirt, scratching through the hair on his chest before giving his nipples a hard pinch. His mouth travels along Obi's jaw and down to his throat, kissing across to Obi-Wan's ear. "I think I might want to suck your cock."

With a quick flick of his wrist behind them, Obi-Wan makes sure the door is locked once again before he puts his hands on Klaus instead, stroking up under the thin material of his shirt, fingertips dragging along his back. The music still pulses through him with every heavy beat of the bass and he can hear people laughing, shouting, voices that pass by on the way to the bathroom or to the back door so they can slip out onto the patio for a cigarette. He feels like he needs to be on guard, all his senses heightened.

It makes every touch of Klaus's hands, the press of his lips, the way he pinches Obi-Wan's nipples feel like so much more. His skin is sensitive and his hands move down, curving over Klaus's ass and squeezing through the leather.

The words Klaus speaks against his ear are wonderfully obscene and he moans in response and thinks, again, as he does so often lately, I love him. Every time he thinks it, it feels less dangerous. Every time he thinks it, he comes nearer to saying it. He hadn't said it often enough to Satine, had instead relied on her understanding of him as a person to simply know it.

She had deserved to hear it said properly. And so does Klaus.

At the moment, however, he feels rather dumbstruck and all he manages to say is, "Klaus, I-" before they're kissing again.

Perhaps he shouldn't, but Klaus feels such pride whenever he manages to make Obi-Wan look genuinely flustered. It feels like such an accomplishment, like it's something that only Klaus is truly capable of. An intense rush of fondness spreads through Klaus at the sound of his name, uttered breathlessly before their mouths meet again.

They've been together so many times by now, but it never stops feeling exciting and new. This is one of the many reasons that Klaus knows that Obi-Wan is special. His affection for Obi-Wan is not based solely on the sex they have, far from it, but he can't deny that it's a part of it. There has only ever been one other person that Klaus felt hungry for time and time again, and Klaus thinks that he knows what that means, what it's a sign of. He thinks it won't be too long before he's itching to say it out loud.

But for now, he kisses Obi-Wan again, deeply and desperately, hips rocking forward as Obi's strong hands squeeze at his ass. He drags Obi-Wan's shirt up and ducks his head to kiss along his chest, licking at one of his sensitive nipples before pulling it between his lips, sucking and then biting before sinking gracefully to his knees, grinning up at Obi-Wan as he reaches up to open his jeans.

"You're so fucking beautiful," Klaus breathes out, staring up at Obi-Wan's face, taking in the sweep of his hair and the blue of his eyes, looking almost awed by him. Overwhelmed by his affections. After a long moment of simply staring at him, Klaus swallows hard and pulls Obi's cock out of his underwear. He's half-hard and Klaus's gaze drops to his gorgeous cock as he thumbs at the foreskin, leaning in to press a kiss to the head of his cock, feeling the foreskin draw back as it stiffens further.

"I like feeling you get hard in my mouth," he admits, just before wriggling the tip of his tongue just under the foreskin, suckling at it a little before pulling the whole head into his mouth, lips tightening around it as he looks up at Obi-Wan's face.

For a man who spends little time thinking of his appearance, Obi-Wan is always astonished to find he feels beautiful when he's with Klaus. Just as he'd felt terribly handsome whenever he was with Satine. They have both made him feel as if he is more than what he can do, more than the Force and his abilities as a Jedi, when he's been identified as such and little else for a terribly long time.

He has no regret. It would be pointless. His life as a Jedi has been rewarding and fulfilling. He's traveled, met many incredible people, helped worlds avoid civil war, helped them abolish slavery, helped so many people in so many different ways and he had loved every moment of it. But there are times when he's reminded of just how much he gave up to be the Jedi Master.

No longer.

His hands glide along Klaus's shoulders, fingers curling in the material of his shirt as he lets his head fall back against the door behind him. Klaus is speaking and the low tone of his voice paired with the thumping of the music sends a rolling shiver of pleasure down his spine. "Stars," he says on an exhale, tipping his head to the side so he can look down at Klaus as he takes him into his mouth.

That word always sends a shiver of pleasure through Klaus. It's the highest praise, coming from Obi-Wan, and Klaus hums as he reaches up to curl his fingers around the base of Obi's cock, sucking at him until he's fully hard and rigid against his tongue.

Klaus presses his thumb to the spot at the underside of Obi's cock where it meets his body, rubbing there and stroking down over his balls as he starts to bob his head, keeping his eyes on Obi's face as he does. Eventually he lets his hand fall away, cupping Obi's balls as he relaxes his throat, winking up at Obi-Wan before swallowing him down, taking Obi's cock into his throat slow and steady, until his nose is buried in the soft thatch of hair above his cock.

And then he's lost in the taste and scent of Obi-Wan, lashes fluttering as he moans in pleasure, sliding his other hand up under Obi-Wan's shirt as he takes a moment to simply revel in it.

Since the first time Klaus did this, Obi-Wan has tried it once or twice and even with the Force he can't seem to control the muscles of his throat the same way Klaus can. He supposes it's something that takes practice, though he can barely think of that now, with Klaus taking him so deep, deep enough that a shudder of pleasure rushes through him and he moans, his head tipping back against the door again.

From outside in the hall, he hears nothing but the music, though he could swear there was someone out there. Then, almost frantic, two women laughing as they hurry away. They've been heard, but Obi-Wan doesn't think they're going to be turned in. He doesn't think he cares. If they're to be caught, he'll deal with that when it happens, but for now all he can focus on is how good this feels.

"Klaus," he moans, winding the fingers of one hand through his hair, combing it back from his face. "This is so good, you... you're so kriffing good."

Everything about him makes Obi-Wan feel this way. It isn't only the moments like these, but the ones in between. The dancing, the laughing, the way Klaus drapes himself over Obi-Wan's lap. The mornings in the warm sun where Klaus sleeps and Obi-Wan meditates or reads before making coffee to wake Klaus up. It's everything.

When Klaus hears the giggles, he has to pull off of Obi-Wan's cock to stifle a laugh of his own, breathing hotly against Obi's shaft as he presses kisses along it with an amused glance up at his face.

"Exhibition lite," Klaus says again, voice low and ragged, before he pulls back enough to grip Obi-Wan's hips and turn him around to face the door. "Turns out I like people hearing you moan."

With a grin, he tugs down Obi-Wan's pants and underwear enough to expose the perfect curve of his ass, giving one of his cheeks a sharp bite before spreading him open with his thumbs and leaning in to drag his tongue over that tight curl of muscle. It's suddenly so important that he get inside Obi-Wan right here in this dimly lit storage room, that he make Obi-Wan shout out with pleasure.

He buries his face between Obi-Wan's cheeks, licking him open as he reaches between Obi's legs to fist his cock, stroking lazily as he presses the tip of his tongue eagerly against Obi's hole, working it inside with a content hum.

This is not at all how Obi-Wan had expected their evening to go, but then, he tries not to anticipate anything at all, especially when he's with Klaus. Part of the enjoyment of life comes from the unexpected and he lets himself be turned, lets Klaus tug down his trousers, and he braces himself against the door, palms pressed into the wood.

"Then you ought to do your best to make sure they hear," he answers, laughing roughly as he presses his forehead against the door, his eyes closing in pleasure at the swipe of Klaus's tongue against his ass. Then Klaus's hand closes over his cock and Obi-Wan shivers with arousal, another moan spilling out of him, entirely genuine. Klaus is incredible. He's always incredible.

"That's good," he breathes. I love you. "Klaus, please, I want you to, I-" I love you.

He isn't worried about the words spilling out. He doesn't worry about things like that. They'll come when they come and the result will be the result. There is nothing to fear, there is only what they can do together, what they can be, and he trusts in that.

"Oh, I will," he breathes out with a chuckle, pulling back only long enough to speak before he dives back in, dragging the flat of his tongue over Obi-Wan's hole again before closing his mouth over it to suck gently at it in a way that he's discovered that Obi-Wan particularly likes.

And Klaus likes doing it. He likes doing whatever makes Obi-Wan feel good. He especially likes that he's been with Obi enough times to have learned these things, like how his right nipple is just a little more sensitive than his left, and how he shivers when Klaus bites at just the right spot under his ears. Learning Obi-Wan has been his favorite course of study.

Klaus reaches back into his pants pocket for a packet of lube, managing to tear it open and slick his fingers without pulling his mouth away from Obi-Wan's ass. He only does so he can replace his tongue with his middle finger, sinking it into Obi-Wan with one smooth thrust of his wrist, twisting the digit so he can press against Obi-Wan's prostate just as he nips sharply at the curve of one cheek.

After pulling himself to his feet, he slides his finger out only to press back in with two, working them in and out as he hooks his chin over Obi-Wan's shoulder. "Are you gonna moan nice and loud for me if I fuck you right here?"

When Klaus sucks at his skin, at that ring of muscle, Obi-Wan's hips jerk against his hip, and he lets out a shaking, desperate sort of moan. What a silly question Klaus asks then and he laughs, the sound as shaking and desperate as his moan had been.

With a glance over his shoulder, looking down at Klaus, he shakes his head, looking amused and pleased and already rather debauched, a lock of hair falling over his forehead and into his eyes. And with Klaus standing, with two fingers inside of him, Klaus's chin over his shoulder and their faces so close, he is already shaking with pleasure.

"Yes," he breathes, then grins as he tips his head back against Klaus's shoulder. "I'll make you proud."

They could be anywhere now. Obi-Wan is peripherally aware of the room, the still pounding music, the reality that anyone could be on the other side of the door, and he doesn't care. Klaus has all his attention, all his focus, every twist of his fingers, every hitch of his breath, he has everything.

At this point, it should not surprise him how moments of genuine emotion work their way into even their filthiest of encounters. He's probably teasing in this particular instance, but the knowledge that anyone would care about Klaus being proud of them in any way, especially someone as incredible as Obi-Wan, nearly undoes him.

He lets out a ragged moan just at the word, turning his head to press a kiss to Obi-Wan's cheek as he pulls his fingers free and retrieves the condom from his pocket before undoing his pants enough to pull his cock out. After quickly rolling the condom on and slicking himself with the last of the lube, Klaus drops both packets and reaches up to curl his clean hand around Obi-Wan's presented throat, holding on loosely as he bends his knees and positions his cock at Obi-Wan's hole, nudging the head in slowly and then driving his hips forward to sink in with one quick, smooth thrust.

"I am always proud of you," he gasps out against Obi-Wan's ear, wrapping his other arm around Obi-Wan's stomach to pull him back snug against Klaus's body, simply holding onto him for one long moment to let Obi-Wan adjust to him. His other hand stays curled loosely around Obi's throat, keeping his head tipped back against Klaus shoulder. "You are the best of everything, Obi."

"Stars," Obi-Wan breathes on a sharp exhale when Klaus pushes inside of him. The hand resting at his throat, the feel of Klaus's strength at his back, it all makes Obi-Wan feel vulnerable in ways he wouldn't have allowed with just anyone. But with Klaus things are different. It isn't only Darrow that allows him to feel this trust, but Klaus himself.

He likes to think even in another world, had they discovered one another, it would have been the same.

He laughs a little, feeling how he might were he truly to allow himself to get drunk. His head turns and he presses a kiss to Klaus's jaw, his head still resting against his shoulder, and then he nips sharply at his skin. One hand slips off the door and he reaches back, holding Klaus's hip, then sliding his hand over his ass to keep him close.

"I don't know about that," he murmurs. "But I'm glad you think so."

Obi-Wan practically melts against him, reaching back to grab at him, and Klaus knows that he has never been entrusted with anything so precious. Klaus isn't even sure if Obi-Wan knows just how much that trust means to someone like Klaus, who has gone through life being trusted with so little.

It's a big responsibility, one that scares him sometimes, but he doesn't ever want to do anything that might jeopardize that trust. He wants to make Obi-Wan happy, keep him safe. He wanted the same for Dave, and failed miserably at the latter. He can't fail again.

"You're the best of everything to me. There is no arguing my opinion," Klaus assures him, shifting his arm from Obi-Wan's stomach to press his hand to the door instead, breathing hotly against Obi's cheek as he starts to roll his hips, fucking Obi-Wan with hard, shallow thrusts, angling himself in a way that he knows will bring Obi-Wan the most pleasure, because he knows Obi-Wan in a way that he's never known another person. It's beautiful and terrifying and he never wants to give it up, not ever.

"You feel so fucking good," he pants out, biting at Obi's jaw and letting out a ragged moan. "So good for me."

Klaus's response makes Obi-Wan laugh, the sound warm and pleased, because Klaus certainly isn't wrong. His opinion is his alone and Obi-Wan respects that, respects that Klaus feels this way about him, revels in it, in fact. In his life, Obi-Wan has made so many mistakes and he cannot undo them, works hard not to dwell on them, but they move with him in the day to day whether he wants them to or not.

And Klaus feels this way about him anyway. Obi-Wan knows he is wildly, unbelievably lucky.

"You're right," he breathes, then groans again at a particularly sharp thrust of Klaus's hips, his cock driving inside of him, making him tremble. "You're right. For you, I'd be anything."

The hand he has pressed to the door curls under, fingernails scraping at wood, and he moans, rough and low. "Klaus, please," he groans. "Just like that. You feel... you're so good."

Obi-Wan's words, along with his obvious enjoyment of what is being done to him, gives Klaus just as much pleasure as the tight, greedy grip of his body, and he pumps his hips a little harder, a little faster, keeping his hand around Obi-Wan's throat.

"I want you just as you are. Just you," he breathes out against Obi-Wan's ear, because Klaus doesn't want Obi-Wan to be anything than himself. He's perfect just as he is. No, not a perfect person, but perfect for him.

Obi-Wan isn't always that vocal during sex, so that uttered please feels like a precious gift. It sends a thrill of heat down his spine, and he ducks his head to bite at Obi-Wan's throat, sucking a mark into his skin as he moves his hand from the door to wrap it around Obi's cock instead, spreading the slick leaking from the head down the length of his cock with his thumb.

"You're always so wet for me," he purrs out, biting at that same spot on his neck as he starts to stroke his cock in time with each hard thrust. "Are you going to be loud?" Klaus angles his hips to put more direct pressure on Obi-Wan's prostate with each thrust, dragging his tongue over the faint indent of his teeth. "Be loud for me, darling."

The hand on his throat, the teeth on his throat, the way Klaus is thrusting into him and stroking his cock. All of it is utterly overwhelming, especially paired with the sensation of the bass still pumping out of the speakers in the club, the sensation of it rumbling through both their bodies, the door, filling every moment with that heavy beat.

Generally, Obi-Wan never loses control. Even with Klaus, where it comes closest, he's still usually in control of himself, but there's something about all this, how close he is to speaking his feelings, how close they are to other people, just beyond the locked door, how intensely he's feeling now and it makes him feel as if he's being pulled apart in the most wonderful and dangerous way. Klaus asks if he's going to be loud and he answers with a rough moan, not knowing if it's loud or not, unable to even really hear himself.

He's wrapped up in Klaus.

Then one particular thrust of Klaus's hips does something, a stroke of his cock, and, without realizing it's going to happen, Obi-Wan's hand slaps against the door and he groans out, louder than he realized it would be, "Fuck."

Obi-Wan lets out a loud groan, and that's enough to have Klaus pleased as punch, smiling against Obi's throat to let him know. But then Klaus thrusts again and Obi practically shouts out a curse. Not stars, not kriff, nothing from his own world.

No, he yells out fuck, which is something that he learned from Klaus specifically. It's Klaus that does this to him, Klaus who has him shaking apart. It makes a burst of affection swell within him, along with a sharp punch of arousal.

"Perfect. You're perfect," Klaus breathes out raggedly, stroking Obi's cock a little faster. The hand around Obi's throat tightens just a little, just enough to heighten the arousal he feels, and Klaus's thrusts get a little erratic as pleasure flares out from the base of his spine. "I want to feel you come on my cock, sweetheart. Come for me."

From outside the door comes another laugh, this one muffled, and Obi-Wan can't help himself. He reaches out with the Force, shocked and a little delighted to discover there are three presences on the other side of the door, three people listening to them, laughing, and, if what the Force around them feels like is anything to go on, enjoying themselves very much.

It doesn't alarm him as much as he thought it might. Perhaps because Klaus is stroking him faster, thrusting into him, and he knows he isn't going to last much longer before he comes. And whether or not the people on the other side of the door can hear him, he truly doesn't care. The only thing he cares about is this incredible man behind him, the one making him feel so good, the one who's stolen his heart for the first time since Satine, something he thought utterly impossible.

The words only drive him further into pleasure and he moans, moving with Klaus, breathing hard, feeling heat circling his spine, his groin, and the hand he has on Klaus's hip lifts, instead reaching back to hold onto his hair as he keeps his head tipped back on Klaus's other shoulder.

He comes suddenly, the orgasm snapping through him like fireworks, rushing through his body. His body jerks, come splattering against the door, and they'll have to clean that up, he thinks in an absent sort of way, as his muscles clench around Klaus, making him feel huge inside of Obi-Wan. Making him feel utterly and completely full.

The giggling that Klaus hears from the other side of the door only spurs him on, because he likes knowing that people can hear what he's doing to Obi-Wan. It really is a safer form of exhibitionism, showing off without the level of exposure that comes from someone actually watching them. As it turns out, he really, really enjoys that.

When Obi-Wan comes, it's a beautiful thing. Klaus tilts his head to watch as best he can, smiling and baring his teeth in an almost feral sort of way when Obi-Wan's fingers tangle in his hair. Klaus thrusts in hard just a few more times before he's coming with a shout of his own, cock pulsing inside of Obi-Wan as he empties into the condom.

Panting, Klaus works Obi-Wan through the aftershocks, gently coaxing every last drop of come from his cock before letting it go. He eases out of Obi-Wan and turns him around, pressing him back against the door as he takes Obi-Wan's hands and pins them above his head, holding them against the wood as he leans in for a kiss.

"Did you like the show, ladies?" Klaus asks loudly, grinning as he stares happily at Obi-Wan, eyes alight with mischief. There's a sudden silence on the other side of the door, and one of them squeaks out a yes while the others clap, and then there's the sound of heeled shoes clicking away as they flee.

He lets out a delighted laugh and leans in for another kiss, this one deeper and messier, before he pulls back to look at Obi-Wan again. "God, you're amazing." Another kiss, this one softer. "Amazing."

It's been some time since Obi-Wan has been in any situation in which he's not the one people look to for guidance. With it, he had always been careful, treading lightly, taking care to check in with himself and understand the level of power he was being offered. He had always been careful not to take it, not to rely on the reality of it, not to expect it. The level of trust that had been put in him was something he vowed to earn every single day and with Klaus it's been no different.

But now, pressed up against the door, Klaus pinning his hands over his head, his breath coming in delighted, exhausted gasps, he's never felt as utterly helpless in such a sublime manner.

He sinks into the kiss, wanting nothing more than to wrap himself around Klaus and stay here, though he knows such a thing isn't possible. They may have escaped noticed of an authority for this long, but it won't last forever, and he finds he doesn't want to ruin the potential this room has to offer in the future.

"You make it easy," he answers, then nips softly at Klaus's lower lip. "To be more adventurous. To let go." A Jedi's entire training is based around letting go and Obi-Wan has embraced that, but never in such a way as this. Klaus has only helped him learn more every day.

"Good," Klaus breathes out, kissing Obi-Wan again. Truthfully, they're an excellent match, balancing each other out wonderfully. Obi-Wan could never be called boring, but he takes things more seriously, and is calm and wise at all the right times. Klaus needs that in his life, just as Obi-Wan needs someone to take him on adventures and make him smile. Klaus has never been good for anyone before. It's a very wonderful feeling.

After letting go of Obi-Wan's hands, Klaus gives him another thorough kiss and reaches down to tug Obi-Wan's pants back up, carefully tucking his spent cock back into his underwear and doing up his fly. Once he takes off the condom and fixes up his own pants, he tugs Obi-Wan aside and laughs heartily when he sees the splatter of come on the door, turning to give Obi-Wan an openly fond look.

"Thankfully, we're in just the right place," Klaus says, still laughing happily as he snags a tub of antibacterial wipes from the shelf and cleans off the door, snatching up their discarded wrappers and tossing it all in the trash. After quickly washing his hands in the small utility sink, Klaus turns to smile warmly at Obi-Wan. "There, good as new."

It's silly and sentimental, but a part of Obi-Wan almost doesn't want to leave this room. A reaction to the endorphins, he knows, and a reaction to Klaus, to everything he feels for him. There's still fun to be had this evening, though, the night is still young, as they say, and he knows the two of them will have a good time no matter where they are.

Even if this room has rather fond memories for him now.

"We look absolutely presentable," he agrees once he's washed his hands as well and smoothed a little bit of water into the bit of his hair that sometimes insists on making itself known after Klaus has been at it. They've left the room clean, too, which is a strange priority and yet something Obi-Wan would have insisted upon. This is not their home, it isn't their property, and it's only right they leave it as clean as they found it.

"Come," he says, unlocking the door with a wave of his hand before he presses his lips to Klaus's cheek and then leads him into the hall, walking with confidence, as if they haven't just been somewhere they ought not to be. "Are you hungry? I could go for something to eat."

"We already did," Klaus says smugly, tipping his cheek out for Obi-Wan's kiss before following him out into the hall. He feels a little like he's walking on air, pleasantly tipsy from the drinks and buzzing with endorphins, but he's also just happy. It's something that he's getting used to.

"I could go for some tacos!" He calls out over the music, following behind Obi-Wan as they head back into the club proper. There's a trio of girls eyeing them and one of them winks, so Klaus discreetly lifts up his hand for a high five, which the girl happily gives him.

Smirking, he darts forward and slings an arm around Obi-Wan's waist, squeezing him in against Klaus's side and leaning in to playfully press a bunch of messy kisses to the side of Obi-Wan's face. "Do you want to leave and go find some? Or get another drink first?"

Klaus seems to think the high five is much more discreet than it is and Obi-Wan catches the eye of another one of the women, a warm flush creeping over him when he realizes these were the women listening to them. His lips press tight between his lips just as Klaus gives one of them a high five and he finds that warmth spreading out, up the back of his neck, making his ears feel warm.

But it isn't just a blush that he's feeling. There's affection swelling in his chest and as Klaus leans in, pressing kisses against his cheek, he turns his head to face him properly as he smiles, studying him.

"You know, I do believe I'm in love with you," he says, his tone almost thoughtful. As if he hasn't known for quite some time already, as if he hasn't felt it growing day by day, enriching his life in a way it hasn't truly been since that year with Satine on Mandalore. Realistically, he isn't even sure Klaus has heard him over the music, but he doesn't regret it. Not the words themselves, not the timing of them.

It feels right, even in the midst of this club.

Klaus was thinking about that taco truck that's sometimes parked near the house, and if Obi-Wan might want to spend the night at his place tonight, but he's distracted by the way that Obi-Wan smiles at him, soft and fond as he's ever seen it.

And then Obi-Wan just... tells Klaus that he loves him. At first, Klaus assumes that he must have heard him wrong, but no. The look on Obi-Wan's face matches what Klaus heard, and he feels his whole body flush with heat. The music, the crowd, all of it falls away for a moment as blood rushes between Klaus's ears.

He wasn't expecting this. He wasn't prepared for it. He has no idea how to respond to it. For a long moment, he just stands there and stares, flushed and wide-eyed, idiotically gaping like a fish.

"What?" He yells loudly, just as the music cuts out to shift to another track. People turn to look at him and Klaus ducks his head, because people aren't supposed to see him like this, so... affected. So surprised. Only Obi-Wan is supposed to see him like this, and he doesn't know what to do after being given this-- this gift in the middle of a crowd. "I--"

Klaus has no idea what to say. Well, that isn't true. He knows exactly what to say, but he can't do it here, not in front of everyone. He gives Obi-Wan a helpless look and then grabs his hand, dragging him towards the exit of the club, because he needs fresh air. And less of an audience.

Truly, Obi-Wan doesn't expect or require anything in return. He's told Klaus what he feels because he has reflected on the choices he's made in the past, the things he didn't say when he thinks he ought to have, and he knows going forward he doesn't want to make these same mistakes. The people in his life, not only Klaus, deserve better.

It's more difficult with Anakin, perhaps because of their history. They've never been especially good at speaking their minds or their hearts with one another and while Obi-Wan is trying, it's easier with someone who doesn't have that history with him.

Klaus deserves to know. Obi-Wan is glad to have told him.

He's smiling happily when they move toward the exit, still holding Klaus's hand. It feels not quite as if a weight has been lifted, but as if he's shared a part of himself that isn't often shared and it feels rather nice.

Of all the intimate moments they've shared, this is where Obi-Wan chooses to break out that word for the first time. It sort of makes Klaus want to scream, because it's this deeply private thing, and Obi-Wan just... blurted it out. In front of so many people!

It's also so fucking sweet. So fucking Obi-Wan of him.

Dave told Klaus that he loved him. It remains of the best moments of Klaus's entire life, but there was one notable difference between that and this. Dave didn't know him, not really. He didn't know about Klaus's powers, or the Academy, or the time travel. Dave loved Klaus, and Klaus believes that he did, but only with the information he was given. He loved Klaus without really knowing Klaus.

Obi-Wan knows him, and he loves him anyway. In spite of all of his many, many flaws and his complicated, fucked up past.

They get to the door and Klaus stumbles out into the cool night air, sucking in a deep breath and pressing his palms to his eyes for a moment before turning to face Obi-Wan with his hands on his cheeks.

"You've literally rendered me speechless," Klaus tells him, feeling like his heart might pound out of his chest. "Do you know how hard it is to render me speechless?"

"I think I have some idea, yes," Obi-Wan answers and although he's still near Klaus, he doesn't reach for him just yet, wanting to give him space to digest what's been said. He still feels light, as if he's been buoyed by this, and he smiles gently at Klaus.

"Let's walk," he suggests. "We don't have to talk immediately."

They can just walk in the direction of the taco truck he suspects Klaus was thinking of when he suggests them. It's near the Hargreeves house, which is part of why he thinks Klaus might have been considering it, but even if he doesn't want Obi-Wan to come in tonight, even if he needs a bit of time to himself, Obi-Wan will be happy just to walk home with him.

As they walk, he offers Klaus his hand again, holding it out to him over the space between them.

There is absolutely no indication on Obi-Wan's face that says that he's disappointed in Klaus's reaction, or that he's expecting to hear it said in return, and that's also so fucking sweet. Obi-Wan is too good for him, so much better than he deserves, and Klaus sort of wants to cry because so was Dave, who was the first person that Klaus ever really loved. Dave's death left a wound that will never fully heal, and Klaus told himself that he would never do that again. He would never put himself in the position to lose someone that important ever again.

But here he is, staring at a beautiful man who loves him and expects nothing in return, and Klaus knows that trying to deny how he feels would be laughable. Because of course he loves Obi-Wan. Of course he does.

They start walking and when Obi-Wan holds out his hand, Klaus's heart sort of flips over in his chest, and a small, self-loathing part of himself wants to push Obi-Wan away, because he's so good. How can he not see that he deserves so much better?

Instead, he reaches out to take Obi-Wan's hand, because yes, there is a small part of himself that thinks this is a bad idea, that he isn't good enough, or that he might be opening himself up to having his heart torn in two again, and he doesn't know if he can survive it, but there's a much bigger part, the louder part, who loves Obi-Wan very much and just wants to be happy.

Their fingers thread together as they walk, and Klaus is so lost in his own thoughts that he just lets Obi-Wan lead him. By the time that he actually takes in their surroundings, he can see the taco truck up the street.

"Will you stay over tonight?" Klaus asks, squeezing Obi-Wan's hand as he looks over at him hopefully, obviously overwhelmed but wanting desperately not to part ways. "Please?"

"Of course," Obi-Wan answers without hesitation. They stay over at Klaus's rarely, at least in part because the house is certainly less private, but he likes being in Klaus's room with him and he likes being able to close his eyes and reach out in the Force, feeling all these other presences around them. Knowing those he can feel are people who love Klaus, too.

He understands he's said something overwhelming tonight. It isn't as if he and Klaus haven't spoken at great length of those they've lost and how it's affected them. Obi-Wan doesn't believe loving someone again means he loves Satine any less and he has been through too much, lost too many people, not to make sure those he cares for understand that he does.

It's certainly a new approach. But then, this is an entirely new life.

"What would you like?" he asks when they near the taco truck before turning his attention to the person inside the truck. He smiles and says, "Hello. May I have two of the carnitas tacos and a carne asada vampiro."

It's possible Obi-Wan has stopped here once or twice. Possibly three times. The food is incredible.

"What? Oh." They're suddenly in front of the truck and Klaus has so many butterflies in his stomach that food seems kind of unfathomable at the moment, but he should probably eat. "I'll have the same."

He has to let go of Obi-Wan's hand so he can pay for the food, and Klaus shivers as if he's just registering the cold. Not wearing a jacket seemed like a good idea earlier in the night, since he didn't feel like dealing with it in the club, but now he's freezing. Or maybe he just wants to mold himself against Obi-Wan and never let go. He stares at Obi as he jokes around with the man inside the truck, letting his gaze travel from the swoop of Obi's hair to the curve of his smile, the crinkling at the corner of his eye as he laughs at something the man says.

God, Klaus loves him. He really does. He's been refusing to allow himself to think the word, mostly out of self-preservation, but he was only kidding himself. Obi-Wan makes some dumb joke as he takes his change, and Klaus swallows hard, feeling a little like he's in freefall.

"I love you," he blurts out, and knows that Obi-Wan wasn't expecting him to say it back. He wasn't going to hold it against Klaus if he didn't say it back. He could have kept it to himself, but why? Because he's scared? Because he lost someone? So did Obi-Wan, but he was brave enough to say it again. Klaus can be brave, too.

"Uh, do you want hot sauce?" The man in the truck says as he sets their to go bag down, and Klaus's eyes widen, cheeks flushing because he just told Obi-Wan that he loves him with the taco truck guy as witness, and he abruptly turns around to head for the house.

Obi-Wan watches Klaus's retreating back fondly for a moment before he turns back to the truck and says, "Yes, please. Some hot sauce would be wonderful, thank you."

"He okay?" the man asks as he puts a few packets of hot sauce into their bag, then folds it over again as he hands the bag to Obi-Wan.

"He's wonderful," Obi-Wan answers, his smile blooming further still. "Thank you again."

He takes the bag and follows the path Klaus had taken toward the house, not hurrying exactly, but not taking his time either. As he walks, he replays Klaus's words, knowing he'll hear them exactly as they were said for as long as he lives. He'll see the expression on Klaus's face, the way his eyes had widened just before he had turned away, and he is so very glad he can commit this all to memory. Only a fool would want to forget a single second of it.

"You ran off before I could check with you, so I got extra hot sauce," he teases when he's near to Klaus again, reaching out to catch his wrist with his free hand. "Come back here."

Klaus waits in front of the house for Obi-Wan to catch up, feeling terribly embarrassed and staring blankly head for a long moment. Did he just tell Obi-Wan that he loves him and then run away from him? Well, no. Technically he ran away from the taco guy, but still.

When Obi-Wan approaches, Klaus turns to look at him, wondering if he could blame the deep flush on his cheeks on the cold, but instead he just stares at the smile on his face, warm and fond and amused. Klaus put that there, as the idiot who loves him.

"I did do that," he admits, letting Obi-Wan reel him in by the wrist. The scent of the tacos wafts up as Klaus stares at Obi-Wan's face, leaning in to give him a quick kiss. It's an absurd moment, but kind of beautiful, too. "But I meant it."

Klaus kisses him again and then turns away, sliding his wrist out of Obi's grasp only so he can take his hand instead, digging out his keys with his other hand so he can unlock the front door. The bottom floor is quiet, but it's late, so that isn't much of a surprise. After a quick detour to the kitchen to get a few bottles of water, Klaus leads Obi-Wan up the stairs, grateful that they don't encounter any of his siblings.

It's just such a tender, private thing. Everyone at the club and the damn taco guy were bad enough. He doesn't want to deal with anyone who actually knows him, not right now.

Once they're in Klaus's room, he sets the bottles down and lets go of Obi-Wan's hand to turn and look at him. "We probably should have eaten in the kitchen, but I just wanted to be in here."

As they move through the house, Obi-Wan marvels at this new sense of calm in Klaus that exists despite the fact that he had turned and walked swiftly away from the taco truck. Had this been a few months earlier, they likely wouldn't have felt this way, but Obi-Wan doubts very much Klaus would be this still as they moved through the house. In fact, he doubts they would be here at all.

Klaus hasn't changed, but Obi-Wan thinks he's grown. He wouldn't take credit for that, he thinks it's more down to being here without the presence of his father and instead, truly connecting with his siblings, with people who care about him.

He isn't running away. Not even when he had, technically, run away.

"Oh, I'm quite happy with eating in here," he agrees. "Somehow I'm not sure I want to wake up your siblings right now. Five is easily stern enough that he may ask after my intentions toward you and that's not a conversation I'm prepared for at the moment."

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That makes Klaus laugh outright, and he has to reach out to brace himself with a hand on the wall as he takes off his boots. He undresses entirely and then digs out a pair of soft lounge pants to pull on, and then tosses another pair of the same at Obi-Wan with a blush on his face. He had bought another pair in the next size up, expressly for this reason.

"I doubt very much that Five cares enough about your intentions to bother you," Klaus says easily, shrugging as he pulls himself onto the bed, sitting crosslegged as he reaches for a water bottle. He knows that Five cares about him, because they wouldn't be sitting here in this room, in this house, if he didn't, but he doesn't think that Five cares about his romantic entanglements. "Just because he's old enough to be my father does that mean that he has any interest in doing so."

Klaus removes the tie from his wrist to toss his hair up into a messy bun, and then looks up at Obi-Wan with a soft smile. Being here in his room, away from any crowds, has calmed him. Obi-Wan's gentle smile has calmed him. Knowing that he's loved calms him. Yeah, it sort of makes him want to cry and jump off of the balcony, but he ignores those thoughts. He ignores everything that isn't Obi-Wan's indulgent smile, and the pants Klaus bought him in his hands. "Get changed so we can eat."

Obi-Wan catches the pants when Klaus tosses them to him and looks at them for a moment before breaking into a pleased smile. He undresses, laying his clothing over the back of a chair and then pulling on the soft pants Klaus had bought just for him. Jedi don't celebrate holidays, they don't celebrate birthdays, and so Obi-Wan has never really been given gifts, especially for absolutely no reason. But Klaus had thought of him, had bought these pants to give to him for when he stayed over here.

"These are very comfortable," he says as he settles on the bed across from Klaus. "Thank you."

His smile grows a little sheepish and as he reaches for the water bottle, he says, "I didn't mean to say it like that in the middle of the club. It just... came out." He hadn't planned it at all. The words had simply come out and while he had thought them many times before, he's not entirely certain what about that moment caused him to actually say them out loud.

"You're welcome," Klaus says, because Obi-Wan seems so genuinely pleased by the gift. It isn't about the pants, he knows. It's that Klaus thought of him at all, and Klaus understands that feeling. He still remembers how it felt to discover that Obi-Wan had bought the coffee that he liked, just so that it would be available for him.

Klaus reaches for the tacos, but pauses to look up at Obi-Wan when he speaks. The last thing he wants to do is have Obi-Wan regretting what he's said. Sure, maybe it wasn't the ideal place, but that's okay. He said it because he really wanted to, because he just couldn't help himself, and given that Obi-Wan who carefully weighs his words, it just makes it all that more special.

"I wish I had reacted better," Klaus admits, biting his lip as he fiddles with the knot on the take out bag. "It just took me by surprise. But-- thank you. For saying it."

He chuckles a little self-consciously and looks up at Obi-Wan from under his lashes. "And for, you know. Meaning it."

That makes Obi-Wan chuckle, warm and fond, and he reaches across the food to touch his fingertips to Klaus's chin, tipping his head back up so he can press their mouths together. It's a brief kiss, almost chaste, and when they part, he says, "You reacted exactly how you needed to. We're here, aren't we?"

He hadn't carried any expectations into the moment. Knowing Klaus has been cautious with love hadn't stopped him from saying it, feeling certain Klaus was feeling as deeply as he was isn't the reason he'd said it. In a rare moment, Obi-Wan had been entirely selfish. Telling Klaus he loved him -- and telling he loves him in the future -- was about how he felt in the moment. He had considered it may make Klaus uncomfortable, but then he'd said it anyway, deciding he would rather deal with the consequences of that potential discomfort than the regret of not having said it at all.

"I didn't tell Satine nearly enough," he says. "I thought, because it wouldn't or couldn't change anything, it would only hurt us both to say it, but if I regret anything in my life, it's that. She deserved to hear it. To know it beyond all doubt because I had been the one speaking the words instead of some memory of me at sixteen. You deserve to know it, too."

He smiles then, takes the bag from Klaus to undo the knot and says, "I love you, Klaus. You've made it very easy to love you."

When Obi-Wan tips up his chin, Klaus looks up at him a bit helplessly, eyes shining as he leans in for a kiss as soft as any that they've ever shared. It's beautiful.

He mentions Satine and Klaus reaches up to curl his fingers around Dave's dog tags, thumbing at the indentation of his name. Loving each other does not mean that they love the ones that they've lost any less. They've just made more room in their hearts to feel something new.

And then Obi-Wan says something truly remarkable. He says that Klaus is easy to love, and Klaus can't help the tears that well up in his eyes. Easy to love. It sounds impossible, but Obi-Wan says it like he means it, and Klaus can't imagine why. He's a mess. He's done such awful things. He's an addict who can't commit to anything.

But Obi-Wan loves him still, and he thinks it's easy. A tear spills down Klaus's cheek and he quickly wipes it away, laughing softly at himself. "I love you, too."

They are truly wonderful words to hear and Obi-Wan's smile grows beneath his moustache as he takes out their food, passing one of the tacos to Klaus before he takes one for himself. While he is very much a man who would prefer to demonstrate how he feels over saying it aloud, and thinks he and Klaus have both done a very good job of doing so this far, the words themselves still carry so much weight in a good way.

He has no doubt very little is going to change beyond their knowing for certain. They're not asking each other for anything else and he feels quite comfortable and content with this relationship they've settled into. Perhaps it's not traditional in how some may see relationships, but it's one they're both comfortable with.

That's what matters, he believes.

"Would it be terrible of me to say I also love tacos?" he asks with bright eyes before he takes a bite of his.

"I would honestly love you less if you didn't love tacos," Klaus teases, laughing a little as he accepts the taco Obi-Wan hands him. It feels good to say it out loud, comforting and thrilling all at once, and he's glad that Obi-Wan was brave enough to say it. Being with him makes Klaus feel brave. Or at least braver than he's ever been. Maybe it's because Obi-Wan believes in him. Klaus never knew how big of a different that would make.

He lifts his taco a bit, like he's toasting Obi-Wan, and then leans in to take a big bite. It's fucking spectacular, like they always are, and Klaus lifts his hand to cover his mouth as he speaks around a wad of carnitas and salsa. "This is one of the best nights of my life."

It's a declaration that's always true, but the nights seem to keep topping themselves, getting better and better, and he has the man across from him to thank for that, not to mention his family. It's kind of hilarious that he's the happiest that he's ever been, trapped here in this strange city, but he doesn't think that he'd ever give it up, even if he were given the choice.

"I was going to suggest the night is still young, as they say, but I don't think that's strictly true," Obi-Wan says with a laugh, taking another bite of his taco, enjoying himself immensely. They had taken their time at the club, especially with their side trip to the supply room, and while it isn't late exactly and while Obi-Wan gets by on very little sleep most of the time, the night certainly isn't young any longer.

But that's more than fine by him. Young or not, he knows whatever is left of their night together, it will be as wonderful as it's been so far.

"It's been one of the best of mine as well," he says a moment later before he reaches for his water. Setting down the taco on its paper, he takes a sip of water, then looks at Klaus, his smile almost crooked. "I know I've told you about the war, all the things I've been through, so it may seem as though my life has been difficult. It has at times, but in general, it's been a very good life. Very good. And this is still the most content I think I've been."

"That is very high praise," Klaus says with a bit of a lump in his throat. He doesn't think that he is the sole reason for this contentedness. Having another chance with Anakin is a large part of it, he's sure, along with the absence of a war. Plus the tacos.

But Klaus is a part of it, and that makes him very happy to know.

"I can say the same," Klaus assures him, taking another bite from his taco as he gathers his thoughts. "I had a lot of fun. Did lots of traveling, had a lot of good times, but I was never content. Not until now. Ben is alive. Most of my family is here, aside from Diego's dumb ass, but I can't help but to think that he'll show up, too. I'm mostly sober."

He finishes off the taco and reaches for a napkin, wiping his fingers before washing it all down with a drink of water before smiling softly at Obi-Wan, reaching out to poke at his knee. "And I have you."

"Yes, you do," Obi-Wan agrees. It's nice to think he's part of the reason Klaus feels more content, happier than he has in the past. Having his family certainly helps and while Obi-Wan truly hopes the reasons he's staying sober are for himself and no one else, he's happy to contribute to that as well. Klaus is the sort of man the world ought to see with fewer barriers in place. Without being dulled by drugs or excessive amounts of alcohol. There is a place for fun, Obi-Wan would never fault anyone for that, but he understands and Klaus has explained to him, that the mind altering substances weren't always about fun and instead about trying to find some peace.

He hopes that peace comes a little easier with time.

"I sometimes wonder if I have siblings," he says thoughtfully. "The Jedi I grew up with are certainly family, but I wonder if my parents had any other children. I imagine they must have. Stewjon is a working class planet, full of farmers and miners. Children usually help on the farms."

Mostly sober. After he said it, he felt as if he had told a lie. Or maybe he just wants it to be true. His drug use has tapered off to lots of weed and the odd pill here and there, and his drinking isn't excessive these days, but he isn't sober. No one who puts whiskey in their coffee in the morning can be called mostly sober. But he's kind of leveled out. He isn't a stumbling mess. He's trying.

But he thinks that Obi-Wan understands that. Obi has also never seen him truly out of it. Happily drunk and a little high, yes, but never a strung out mess. Klaus never wants him to see that. He never wants to be that, not again.

Klaus listens to Obi-Wan speak with a wistful sort of smile. He's never given much thought to his real mother, the one who sold him to Reginald. He wants to hate her for doing that to him, but he can't. Suddenly giving birth to an unplanned baby that you didn't even carry around for nine months is probably traumatic enough.

"I don't know if my birth mother ever had more children," Klaus says with a shrug, brow furrowed thoughtfully as he reaches for another taco. "I don't think much about her at all, really."

He takes a bite and studies Obi-Wan, smirking a little as he swallows. "I suppose it wouldn't have been the Jedi way to go look for them once you had grown."

"You were taken from birth, correct?" he asks. "I wonder if that makes easier not to think of her." He's only musing, really, he has absolutely no idea what make anything in their situations better or worse. Because although Klaus may not be a Jedi, the way they were taken from their parents is certainly similar enough that Obi-Wan thinks he can understand it better than nearly anyone else here, except perhaps Anakin.

Anakin was too old to be trained. Obi-Wan doesn't regret it and truly believed at the time it was for the best, but he had already been understandably and deeply attached to his mother. In the end, that attachment had been the beginning of the end for him.

"I have only the vaguest memories of my parents," he says, then smiles. "And while it may not have been the Jedi way, I have to admit, I did go back to Stewjon as an adult. I didn't look for them exactly, I merely... went to see what I remembered. It wasn't much, as it turned out, and so I left."

"Yeah. When I think of her, it's only the idea of a mother. Literally the only thing I know about her is that she's German." He huffs out a laugh and shrugs. "Vielleicht habe ich deshalb die Sprache gelernt."

He learned German as a child, just like they learned Russian, and Spanish. Maybe it was Reginald's way of giving them some connection to their heritage, but that would be rather charitable of him, and that wasn't really the Reginald way. It's more likely that he juts wanted to cram whatever knowledge into them that he could.

He takes another large bite of his taco and washes it down, laughing as he looks over at Obi-Wan again. "Look at us. A couple of wayward orphans."

"With a collection of languages between us," he says, amused. He has no idea what Klaus just said to him and he supposes he could respond in Twi'lek or something similar, but he just likes knowing how much knowledge they possess. He's never felt like a stupid or a foolish man, he likes to learn, has done a great deal of reading and research in his life.

But there's still so much more to learn. Klaus could teach him a language or two.

"If you could teach me one of the languages you know, which one would it be?" he asks. "Not which would be easiest, because I do so enjoy a challenge, but which is your favourite? Or which would you most like me to learn?"

Given that he has few other demands on his time, unless he finally gets a job, Obi-Wan thinks learning a new language would certainly be worthwhile.

"How bizarre is it that we both speak English?" Klaus asks with a laugh, though it hits him that that's probably because of what Ben told him. He quickly whisks the thought away and his brain just lets him because he still doesn't know how to process that, so he won't!

"Hmm, that's a good question." He finishes off his taco as he thinks about it, taking another long drink before shifting to lay across the bed, resting his head on Obi-Wan's thigh. "French is very sexy. So is Spanish."

A soft, almost surprised smile graces his face when he thinks of a poem he revisited very recently, one that seems perfect for tonight, so he tips his head back to look up at Obi-Wan. "Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde, te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo."

Obi-Wan won't know what he's saying, but he thinks the love and passion he feels are evident in the words.

"Where I'm from it's called Galactic Basic and it looks different in writing, but yes, they are essentially the same language, aren't they?" he asks as Klaus settles onto his thigh. He brushes back a stray curl that's escaped from his bun, then smiles down at him as he considers the languages he knows.

When he speaks, Obi-Wan has no idea what the words mean, but he listens intently all the same, enjoying the rising and falling cadence, the emotion Klaus infuses into each and every word he speaks. It's lovely, truly lovely, and he doesn't know if this is French or Spanish or something else entirely, but he knows he could listen to Klaus speak this way for as long as he would want.

"That's beautiful," he says, curling down so he can press an upside down kiss to Klaus's mouth where he's lying in his lap.

Klaus lifts his head to smile into the kiss, reaching up to cup Obi-Wan's cheek and deepen it a little, tasting salsa and lime on his tongue. It's slow and lazy and Klaus hums his approval as he pulls back, lips curled into a pleased grin as he lays his head back on Obi-Wan's thigh.

"Te amo means I love you in Spanish," Klaus says, because he isn't sure that he could recite the poem in English quite yet. He had thought of Obi-Wan instantly when he read it, and that scared him at the time. It still scares him now, but not in quite the same way. "In French, it's je t'aime. Both very beautiful languages, but I do have a certain fondness for Dutch."

He feels almost giddy, like he can't stop saying it now that he's allowed himself to do so, and he strokes his fingertips through Obi-Wan's beard as he bites his lip in amusement. "Ik hou van jou."

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"Te amo," Obi-Wan echoes. "Je t'aime. Ik hou van jou."

All easy enough to remember. Words he can use at other times, just to remind Klaus both of how he feels and that he listens to him, enjoys listening to him, absorbing any and all information he might want to share. Obi-Wan has been a voracious learner all his life, even in his more rebellious years -- and learning alternative interpretations of the Jedi teachings had been part of that rebellion -- and it hasn't waned with his arrival in Darrow. If anything, it's grown, and he wants to learn more, to understand more. He wants Klaus to teach him.

"Ma sareen," he says to Klaus, then smiles. "That means my sweet in Ryl. I believe their expression of love involves more sign language I'm not entirely familiar with, but I did learn that particular expression."

Obi-Wan repeats them all back to him and Klaus grins widely, feeling the warmth in his chest spread until he doesn't even know how he could possibly contain the affection within him. There is still that tiny voice in his head telling him that he doesn't deserve this, that he'll screw it up somehow, but he's happy enough that for now, it's easily drowned out.

"Ma sareen," Klaus repeats, eyes crinkling at the corners as he curls his hand around Obi-Wan's bicep, sliding it up and down slowly. It's such a beautiful moment, the two of them resting together on Klaus's queen sized bed in the house he shares with his family. Most of the people that Klaus has ever loved are under this roof, and they love him in return. Sometimes it's almost enough to make him want to weep.

"Are we done eating?" Klaus asks with a slightly mischievous smile. "Because I think that I'd really like you inside of me before we go to sleep." He lifts his hand to rest his index finger against Obi-Wan's mouth, chuckling happily. "But unlike earlier, we'll need to be quiet."

"Oh, I think I would happily be done eating for such a thing as that," Obi-Wan answers with a slowly blooming smile behind Klaus's finger pressed to his lips. He pulls away only to clean up their mess, setting it all aside, and then he leans back again, rising onto his knees so he can get properly near enough to Klaus to kiss him.

There will be time later, he knows, to meditate on all this. To try and better understand how he feels and how it fits into everything he's always been told. He understands it may seem as if he's trying to shape what he used to believe to a new life and Obi-Wan will have to meditate on whether or not that's true. If it is, he doesn't believe it to be a negative thing necessarily. A part of life is growing, changing, understanding things better. If one is not open to understanding new and different aspects of the galaxy, that, he believes, is a good way to become lost.

This is a learning curve for everyone, he thinks. Not only Darrow, but life itself. It's a lesson he's glad to still be taking part in.

"Quiet now," he murmurs against Klaus's mouth as he kisses him again, catching his lower lip between his teeth.

"I can be quiet," Klaus murmurs, breath hitching at that soft bite to his lip. He shifts so that he's laying in the center of the bed, pulling Obi-Wan with him and kissing him again. His thighs fall open to make room for Obi-Wan between them, and he is suddenly so desperate for that closeness, to have Obi-Wan inside of him, taking up space in his body.

"You'll have to kiss me a lot," he whispers breathlessly, giving Obi-wan a teasing smile and nudging their noses together as he slides his hands down the bare expanse of Obi-Wan's back, slipping his fingers under the waistband of his pants. "Otherwise I might be loud, you know."

He grins as Obi-Wan settles on top of him, biting as his chin as his hands slide lower to grip at his ass, pulling their hips together with a low groan. "But I'll do my best."

“Oh, I think I can take care of that,” Obi-Wan answers as he settles on top of Klaus, fitting between the spread of his thighs. Klaus’s skin is warm against his, where their bellies press together, and he rolls his hips slowly, pressing their bodies snug.

He sinks into a kiss, his lips parting, tongue sweeping into Klaus’s mouth. They’re moving soft and slow, but the kiss is deep and burning with heat already. Klaus’s fingers have dipped under the band of his pants and he can feel them just below his tailbone, the delicious promise of more.

And then, because he can, he pulls back just a little, nudging his nose against Klaus’s. “I love you,” he murmurs. “You.”

This is stark difference from their earlier encounter, more intimate and less rushed, and Klaus loves every single way that they come together, but there is something special about being tucked underneath Obi-Wan like this in a quiet room, being held and kissed like he's the only thing that matters in the entire world.

His hands slide deeper into Obi-Wan's pants, cupping his ass and squeezing to drag him even closer, gasping softly into his mouth as their cocks press together through the thin layers of fabric.

When Obi-Wan pulls back to look at him, Klaus swallows hard because he thinks that he knows what's coming and he tries to prepare himself, but there is no preparation that he could do that would make him ready to hear those words spoken so close to his mouth, while they're pressed together like this in his bed, and Klaus lets out a shuddering breath and closes his eyes as a warm flush travels through him.

He can't believe that this is something that he gets to have. It baffles him, bewilders him, and Klaus stares up at Obi-Wan in awe as he pulls him tighter, wraps his legs around him like someone might come and try to take him away. This beautiful, wonderful man loves him, and Klaus will never stop thinking of it as a precious gift, one that he has to hold close so he never loses it.

"I love you too," he breathes out, which is something jut as astounding. Not only does he get to hear it, but he can say it back and truly mean it. "Just you."

"I think we're getting rather good at that already," Obi-Wan murmurs. "Still ought to practice, I must think."

Then he kisses Klaus again, deeper, licking his mouth open. At the same time he pushes one hand down Klaus's body, sliding into the waist of his pants, pulling them down bit by bit. His thumb sweeps over the sharp angle of Klaus's hip, looking for sensitive skin, anywhere he knows will make Klaus gasp into his mouth.

There will be time later for him to meditate on it. For him to consider what it means, what it might have meant in another life, what he'll tell anyone who may or may not ask. Loving Klaus upsets much of the balance Obi-Wan has achieved in his life and he doesn't care. Balance is important, but just as important is the ability to rebalance when things have shifted.

"Here," he murmurs, finally getting Klaus's pants down enough. He pulls back, then smiles. "Lift your hips. Let me get these off."

Practice implies that they'll be doing this over and over, and there was a time when Klaus would have been terrified of anyone knowing him so well, or getting so close. More maybe he was just always scared of what it meant to let someone in. That happiness that comes vulnerability, and the fear of having something to lose. It already happened once, and he still battles with that pain, carrying it around with him each and every day.

He could lose this. Nothing comes with a guarantee, but Obi-Wan is worth the risk. This is worth everything.

Obi-Wan's hands dip into his pants, fingers gliding along the curve of his hip and over a fading bruise in the shape of Obi-Wan's mouth. He shivers at the sensation and then nods, staring up at Obi-Wan with dark eyes as he lifts his hips enough for his pants to be tugged off. They're tossed aside and Klaus twists to reach over and grab the lube and a condom as Obi-Wan divests himself of his own sweats.

He sets the supplies on the bed and reaches up to curl a hand around the back of Obi-Wan's neck, drawing him back down between Klaus's spread thighs, gasping as his cock slides against the cut of Obi's hips. He tugs Obi-Wan into another deep kiss before can do something like beg, only because they're supposed to be quiet.

"I need you," he whispers, kissing the corner of Obi's mouth and closing his eyes. He can't help but to think about what Obi-Wan has told him about the Jedi and attachments, and for a moment he feels a tiny kernel of worry, because he's never felt so attached to another person in his life. "I am going to keep on needing you, if that's alright."

It's so dangerous, needing someone, the sort of thing Jedi are warned against, trained against. One more thing Obi-Wan will need to reconcile with what he's been taught all his life, one more thing for him to consider when he meditates, but he doesn't know if he's ever been truly free of needing those around him.

Because he thinks he needs Klaus, too. He believes, truly, that the connection he's forged with Klaus is healthy, built in honesty and trust, and the understanding that neither can possess the other. It's ever that's expected of him as a Jedi, were he to want something more, and yet that need persists. But he can't lie. He can't tell Klaus he doesn't want that when he does.

"Yes," he murmurs, pressing his lips to Klaus's jaw, to his throat. "Yes, I believe that's more than just alright."

It's so simple, getting lost in a kiss, and he moans softly as he does, rolling his hips, groping on the bed for the lubricant and the condom. When he can't find it, he opens his hand, summoning them into his palm with the Force, too distracted by Klaus's mouth to pull back or open his eyes.

Klaus lets out a pleased sigh, relieved by Obi-Wan's quiet admission. It isn't an unhealthy sort of need, he doesn't think. He doesn't need to own Obi-Wan, doesn't need to always know his whereabouts, or what he's doing or who he's with. He doesn't need Obi-Wan to pledge himself to Klaus, or anything like that. They are their own people just as much as they are a part of this thing that they're building together, and that's important. He doesn't need any of that to change.

What he needs is this, just Obi-Wan being in his life. His company, and his laughter. His touch. His love. These are the things Klaus needs, because now that he's had them, he isn't sure how he could ever be expected to be without them.

The kiss is one that he can easily lose himself in, and that's exactly what Klaus does. He loses track of time as his arm wraps around Obi-Wan's shoulders, keeping him in close as their tongues meet. They kiss until Klaus's mouth feels raw and he has to pull back just to suck in a breath, whimpering softly as Obi's hips rock against his own, cocks sliding together as Klaus plants his heels into the bed.

"Please," he murmurs against Obi-Wan's mouth, kissing him again as his other hand slides down Obi's back, gripping his ass to drag him in even closer. "Obi, please."

"Shh," Obi-Wan answers, although his voice is hoarse with want. "We have to be quiet, remember?"

He backs off a little, enough that he can spill some of the lubricant onto his fingers, using them to press against Klaus's ass. On his knees between Klaus's thighs, Obi-Wan presses one finger inside of him slowly, curling in within his body, easing him open first with one, then two. Even this he loves, the feeling of his fingers buried deep inside Klaus, and he knows what comes next most of the time, but he wouldn't need it to. If this was all Klaus wanted, Obi-Wan would happily, cheerfully bring him off just like this. Just to make him happy.

"How is that?" he asks in a low voice. "How do you feel?"

He leans forward then, braced on his knees, and presses one finger of his free hand against Klaus's lips. With a smile, he says, "But make sure to tell me quietly."

When Obi-Wan's finger sinks into him, it's enough of a relief that Klaus feels himself relax slightly, breathing out as he rocks back against his hand. And then one finger becomes two, and Klaus lets out a soft little whimper because he really does love having Obi-Wan's fingers in him.

At the question, Klaus opens his mouth but then Obi-Wan's finger is there, silencing him before he can respond, and he lets out a fond laugh as he twists his head to pull the digit into his mouth. His cheeks hollow around it as he sucks on it, nodding his approval as he rocks his hips up eagerly.

He bobs his head a little, sucking on Obi's finger like he would his cock, keeping his gaze on Obi-Wan's face as he reaches out to pluck the condom from Obi's hand. He tears it open and reaches down to grip Obi-Wan's cock, rolling the condom down onto it as he sucks hard at his finger with a quiet, needy whimper.

Even though he'd told Klaus to be quiet, he hadn't expected him to be this quiet, and when he sucks his finger into his mouth, Obi-Wan is the louder of the two. The moan he lets out is still soft, but he can't help himself either way, not with Klaus touching him, rolling the condom down while he sucks on his finger, his own fingers still buried deep within Klaus's body.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers as he shifts forward slightly. With a smile, he pulls his finger gently from Klaus's mouth, then taps Klaus's lower lip before reaching for the lubricant once more. "And very good at being quiet."

Even with how good he feels, he's still wearing a warm smile as he spills lubricant into his palm and then slicks it down the length of his cock. They're moving so quietly, so slowly, and as he leans over Klaus's body, one hand braced beside his head, his smile only grows. Their mouths meet and Obi-Wan nudges the head of his cock against Klaus's hole, not quite sinking into him, but close, licking into his mouth at the same time.

There might come a time where Klaus doesn't visibly react to the slightest bit of praise from Obi-Wan, but it certainly hasn't come yet. He taps Klaus's lip and he shivers with pleasure, cock twitching where it brushes against Obi-Wan's stomach.

It's not just the compliments but the way that Obi-Wan looks at him sometime, most of the time, like he's something precious and irreplaceable, like it's Klaus that he wants, rather than just sex. He can fuck whoever he wants and Klaus is fine with that, as long as he never looks at anyone else this way, like he's in love. It's not something that he needs to worry about; he knows that it's true. This is all for him.

Obi-Wan leans down to kiss him and Klaus prepares for the blunt press of his blissfully big cock, but it doesn't come. Instead Obi holds himself right at the precipice and coaxes Klaus's mouth open with a press of his tongue. Klaus rolls his eyes in fond exasperation before closing them and returning the kiss, sliding his hands up Obi-Wan's back until he can curl them over his shoulders and squeeze.

"I'm not sure that I know how to beg quietly," he whispers against Obi-Wan's mouth, smiling and then nipping at his bottom lip as he hooks his knees over Obi-Wan's hips, squeezing them between his thighs as Klaus tries to drag him in closer. "You're toying with me."

"I am not," Obi-Wan protests playfully. "I'm simply taking my time."

Klaus squeezes his body between his thighs and Obi-Wan can't wait any longer, doesn't want to wait any longer, he sinks slowly into Klaus, inch by inch. A shuddering breath slides out of him as he does and he ducks his head, pressing his lips to Klaus's throat and to his collarbone, breathing out against his skin. He shifts his knees under him a little better, changing the angle, pressing down into Klaus's body with a soft moan that he tries to muffle against Klaus's collarbone.

It's funny and not something he would have considered, but having to be quiet adds something to all this. Some new element. It's different than how it had been in the club, when he'd felt he ought to be quiet and had been utterly unable. Now he can. Now he must.

The best way, he thinks, is just to kiss Klaus again. He leans in, bending Klaus's body so he can properly kiss him, deeply and thoroughly. Then he rolls his hips, pulling back and sinking into Klaus again, sinking into that heat, the tight grip of his body, and he moans into Klaus's mouth.

When Obi-Wan finally sinks into him, Klaus has to bite his lip to keep from crying out at the pleasure. Obi's cock always fills him so perfectly, stretching him open and dragging across what feels like an infinite number of nerve endings, sending a wave of pleasure through his body.

Klaus whimpers softly, overwhelmed by the thick press of Obi-Wan's cock, and the scrape of his beard across his skin, but thankfully Obi-Wan leans in to kiss him and Klaus can lose himself in that. He sinks his fingers into Obi-Wan's hair as he sucks on his tongue, kissing him hungrily as his other hand clutches at Obi's back, fingertips digging into his skin.

It's a wonderful, overwhelming sort of pleasure, made even more intense by the fact that they have to stay quiet. It's not as if it would be the end of the world if any of his siblings were to hear them, but Klaus doesn't want to bother them. More than that, he wants this moment to stay between them, quiet and private, full of passion and love.

"I love you," he whispers against Obi-Wan's mouth, just because he can, because he wants to and he truly means it. Saying it feels like a release, and he shivers at another long, deep stroke of Obi-Wan's cock that drags against his prostate and has his toes curling against the outsides of Obi-Wan's thighs. "Fuck, Obi. Nothing has ever felt as good as you."

Oh, he is a lucky man to be hearing those words, and Obi-Wan wishes he could take them with him, that whisper, the brief breath of air against his lips that come with the words. He can take the feeling, carry it with him wherever he goes, but he wishes he could reply that perfect whisper over and over in his ear when he needs it most.

Maybe he's thinking of it all wrong. When he leaves this place in the morning, it won't be the last time he sees Klaus. There isn't the same risk that he might never return. For so long, love has been associated with distance, time and space between them, the knowledge that they'll likely never have another moment in which to tell one another their feelings. It doesn't have to be any longer. He doesn't need to take the whisper with him because if he wants to hear it again, he can.

"Good," he breathes against Klaus's mouth. "I only ever want to make you feel good."

Keeping their foreheads pressed together, Obi-Wan shifts his weight, sliding his hand between them to wrap his fingers around Klaus's cock. He doesn't stroke him at first, just holds him, still thrusting into him, panting softly against his lips, unwilling to put any distance between them.

Obi-Wan trembles in his grip as Klaus tells him that he loves him, and that's so astounding to him. Knowing that his love is something that holds such value, something that is so important. Something that matters so much that hearing the words makes Obi-Wan shiver, makes him happy. He so rarely gets to be the person that makes anyone happy.

"You do. You always do," Klaus assures him breathlessly, sliding his hand to cradle Obi-Wan's jaw, pressing their mouths together again. He deepens the kiss to keep from moaning when Obi's hand wraps around his cock so perfectly, so assuredly. There is no fumbling when they're together, because they know each other's bodies so well. It's all so perfect, and Klaus gasps again as Obi-Wan fucks him in a tender sort of way that also sends pleasure coursing through him, like fire in his veins.

He never knew that it could be like this. Being with Dave was wonderful, and Klaus cherishes those memories, but it was never like this. Surely the lack of complete privacy and time to really explore each other had to do with that, but Klaus will never know now. He and Obi-Wan have been given that, both time and space, and Klaus will always love Dave, and will always miss him, but he also can't regret a single thing that led to this moment right here.

"Obi," he whimpers out, digging his fingertips into the skin of his back, thumbing at the curve of his cheekbone, rocking up into the grip of his hand. It's so good, all of it so good, and Klaus kisses him again just to keep from crying out.

It feels so completely different from how things had been between them earlier, the way they had been almost desperate, Obi-Wan pressed to the door of the small supply room, Klaus behind him, thrusting into him. It's not less special, no less good, but so different and Obi-Wan has to muffle another gasping moan against Klaus's mouth.

What an incredible thing, that they can be so many different things to one another.

Shifting his weight back onto his knees, Obi-Wan slips his free arm around Klaus's shoulders so he can hold them close together. He doesn't want to stop kissing him, not now, when everything feels so intimate and vulnerable, raw in a way he hadn't entirely been expecting. Had he and Satine ever been together like this, he wonders? It doesn't seem so. They never had the time, the privacy, the space. They had hidden moments, whispers in shadows, furtive interactions that were always coloured slightly by the possibility of trouble. None of that is here with them now. There is only love and the desire to make one another feel good.

Obi-Wan holds Klaus close, thrusting into him now with a deep, steady rhythm, stroking his cock at the same time. He presses kisses to wherever he can reach, to the corner of Klaus's mouth, the edge of his jaw, the smooth skin of the throat. "I love you," he whispers, glad to be able to say it.

Obi-Wan curls an arm around Klaus, who clings to him so tightly that there is barely any part of him left on the bed at all. It's an astounding contrast to earlier and Klaus likes that he and Obi-Wan can be so many things to each other, with neither of them settling into any sort of role. Klaus can fuck him roughly against a door in a loud club and find himself here hours later, being held, being made love to, and it's incredible. He can have it all, every itch scratched, every need satisfied, all by this one beautiful man.

And more than that, on top of all the pleasure this wonderful man gives him, he is loved. Klaus truly feels like the luckiest person alive, and also like this is more than he deserves, but he is too selfish to ever give it up. He will cling to Obi-Wan with all that he has, staying by his side as long as Obi-Wan will have him there, because he's happy. How could he ever give this up?

Maybe Obi-Wan is more than Klaus deserves, but he will do everything in his power to make Obi-Wan feel just as special, just as loved, as he makes Klaus feel. Because what Obi-Wan deserves is to be happy.

It's all so much, Obi-Wan holding onto him, thrusting into him so perfectly, kissing him all over, that when he says those precious words again, Klaus can't help it. He turns his head to bite hard at the spot where Obi-Wan's neck meets his shoulder, muffling his cry as his orgasm tears through him, cock pulsing in Obi-Wan's grip as his whole body trembles in his arms.

When Klaus comes, Obi-Wan can feel it in the way his body tightens, in the way his muscles clench, and he has to muffle his own moan between that and the sharp bite on his shoulder. It's going to leave a mark, a round, mouth-shaped bruise, and he likes it very much, thinking of that mark under his clothing, knowing it's there when no one else does beyond the man who put it there. While he has no desire to hide anything from anyone, it still feels special, something to be shared only between the two of them, something to remember these moments and this night by.

Not that he'll need anything. Obi-Wan has to believe that telling Klaus he loves him over the loud, pulsing music of a club has to be memorable no matter what else they do tonight.

He strokes Klaus through his orgasm, his thumb gliding up the underside of his cock, wanting to draw every last bit of pleasure from him before he gives into his own. And when he knows it's likely to have become too much, too sensitive, he stops his strokes, though he doesn't release Klaus, instead choosing to hold onto him, to feel the weight of his cock in his hand, still heavy and warm.

With his arm still tight around Klaus, Obi-Wan buries his face in the side of his throat, his hips still rolling, though they pick up speed a little, his smooth rhythm faltering as he feels his own orgasm trying to take him. He manages a few more deep thrusts before it's all too much and Obi-Wan presses his mouth to Klaus's skin, his teeth pressing into him, muffling the moan as he comes.

This is another benefit of how many times they've done this. Obi-Wan knows exactly what to do after Klaus comes, just how he likes it to be drawn out until it's just on the edge of too much, until he's trembling all over and whimpering softly against Obi-Wan's skin.

And then then Obi-Wan keeps fucking him, thrusts going erratic, and Klaus bites him again as another aftershock rolls through him, toes curling as Obi buries himself deep inside of Klaus's body and lets himself go. The bite makes him grin, head tipping back as he blinks owlishly up at the ceiling as he catches his breath. He wraps his arms around Obi-Wan, keeping him held securely between his thighs as he turns his head to press a kiss to Obi-Wan's temple, rocking him a little as they come down together.

"Matching love bites," he says against Obi-Wan's ear, nipping playfully at the shell of it before cupping Obi's face in his hands, tipping it up so he can kiss him again.

They've succeeded, more or less, at being properly quiet, and Obi-Wan makes a soft, murmuring noise at Klaus's comment about the matching marks they've left behind. He sinks into the kiss, lowering them both back to the mattress, taking care with Klaus now that they're finished.

He's wonderfully sore, physically exhausted in the best way, something that would be easily restored with a brief meditative state and a few hours of sleep, but that isn't the route he'll take tonight. Being with Klaus is a reason to rest properly, like he would have back on Coruscant while not in the midst of a mission or a war. He can sleep tonight, curl himself around Klaus and properly sleep, then wake in the morning when the sun begins to filter into the room.

A perfect plan. A perfect end to a perfect evening, he thinks, and he gently eases back, slipping free from Klaus, and tending to the condom. He gets up to toss it in the rubbish bin, then comes back and leans over Klaus to kiss him once more, taking his time before he pulls back slightly.

"Do you have something to clean up with?" he asks, then smiles. "Or are you going to make a run to the bathroom and hope no one sees your naked backside?"

After the sex comes this part, the intimacy of the afterglow that Klaus now allows himself. Obi-Wan cradles him tenderly, like a precious thing, not because he's breakable but because he's special. Because he's loved.

Obi-Wan pulls out of him and Klaus lets out a soft sigh, stretching out his limbs when Obi-Wan rolls off of the bed. When he returns, bending over to kiss him, Klaus smiles and lifts his head to meet him, pushing his hair back and cupping his cheek, smiling fondly at the question.

"Trust me, everyone in this house has seen my backside on more than one occasion," he says with a laugh, twisting to pull a package of cleansing wipes from the drawer on his nightstand. He tosses them onto the bed and then reaches out to place his hand on the back of Obi-Wan's thigh, sliding it upward until he can give Obi-Wan's ass a playful pinch. "Your cute backside, however, can remain a mystery to them."

"Certainly how I would prefer things," Obi-Wan agrees with a laugh. While he likes all of Klaus's siblings, has enjoyed his conversations with them, he doesn't think any of them would at all like to find him running naked down their hall, hoping to make it to the bathroom without being seen.

He would put on his robe, of course.

But he doesn't need to and he takes one of the wipes from the package, carefully cleaning Klaus's abdomen and ducking his head to press a kiss to the centre of his chest at the same time. Such a wonderful, beautiful man. Free in ways Obi-Wan has never been and likely never will be, but still willing to share those parts of himself with a man with a tendency toward reservation. He isn't without a sense of humour and has always known how to have fun, but he and Klaus are deeply, vastly different in so many ways.

And then terribly, wonderfully the same in so many others.

When Klaus is properly clean, Obi-Wan uses the wipe on his hand, then tosses it in the rubbish bin as well, then sinks down onto the mattress with a soft, contented groan. "You were very quiet," he says to Klaus with a grin, pillowing his head on his arm. "Well done."

"More naked backside for me," Klaus teases, giving Obi's ass a playful slap before letting his hand rest on Obi's hip, watching fondly as the other man cleans him up. It's intimate and tender and something Klaus is really coming to love. It's okay to let someone else take care of him, as long as that someone is Obi-Wan.

When Obi-Wan settles on the bed, Klaus reaches down to grab his blanket and pull it up to their shoulders, letting the soft fabric settle against their bodies as he rolls onto his side with a soft smile, their faces lingering only inches apart. The room smells like spicy tacos and sex, and Klaus laughs as he reaches out curl his fingers around Obi's wrist, dragging his hand out from under the blankets and lifting Obi's fingers with his thumb, pointing his hand over over Klaus's shoulder.

"Can you crack open the window, please?" He asks softly, amused as ever at what Obi-Wan is able to do. He tries not to take advantage of it, tries not to ask for too much, but this can be excused, he thinks. Obi-Wan using the Force to open the window means that neither of them will have to get out of bed, and that's a very good use of it, Klaus thinks.

Obi-Wan reacts without much conscious thought, making a sliding gesture with his hand so the window lifts a crack, enough that the cool air slips in, but not enough that they'll get cold in the night. And if they do, he can just as easily close the window, too.

He does this all without rising from the bed at all and when it's done, he drapes his arm over Klaus's shoulder, letting his fingertips graze against his back as he settles. There are moments when he wonders if he's done something foolish here, something he ought to have been able to resist had he been stronger or a better Jedi. A relationship is safer with Klaus than with most others, he thinks, because Klaus, too, has a reservation toward exclusivity. For Obi-Wan, it isn't that he doesn't want to be tied down or only committed to one person, because he knows himself well enough to understand he is now. His heart belongs in equal measure to Satine Kryze and Klaus Hargreeves and nothing will change that.

But he knows he can never give all of himself to anyone. Not when so much of who he is is dedicated to the service of others. When he considers it, he hopes above all else, Klaus will continue to understand that. Will know this compassion and care for everyone doesn't change the love Obi-Wan feels for him.

He strokes his fingers along Klaus's shoulder, then brushes back some of his hair and drags his thumb over his cheekbone.

"I love you," he says. The simplest words, he thinks, and yet they carry so much weight.

The window slides open and Klaus wriggles happily as Obi-Wan's arm curls around him. There was a time in his life where he would have happily taken advantage of such powers, but then again, maybe not. Not if it were Obi-Wan. He could never be terrible to Obi-Wan, he thinks. Not in any life.

Klaus curls his arm around Obi's waist under the blankets, blinking at him sleepily as Obi touches his face, looking at him like he's something so special, like there is nowhere else he would rather be in the world, and Klaus can relate. He has never known such peace. Even with as happy as Dave made him, there was never peace, not in the midst of a war. That was the price he paid to be with Dave. Ever day, he had to make the conscious decision to stay in that horrible war zone, risking his life to wield a weapon that he hated just to be with the man that he loved.

Dave was worth all of that, and Klaus doesn't regret any of it, but he can't deny that this is better. There is no war, no sacrifice, no price to pay to be with Obi-Wan. In some ways, opening himself like this again is terrifying, but being with Obi-Wan is easy. There is no alternative in Klaus's mind, no scenario where he doesn't end up right here, with him.

"I'm not sure that I'll ever get used to hearing that," he admits, smiling warmly, eyes crinkling at the corners as he stares at Obi-Wan with open fondness.

"I wonder if that's how it ought to be," Obi-Wan says thoughtfully, still stroking his thumb over Klaus's cheek, the lines at the corner of his eye when he smiles. "If it's meant to feel like something special each and every time it's spoken or heard."

He wouldn't know. He's told very few people in his life that he loves them. Three people only, two of whom are in Darrow. And with Satine, he can only remember having spoken the words aloud once or twice, which was truly not enough. Not for her and not for him.

He'll not make the same mistake again.

"We can make an experiment out of it," he decides, his voice light and teasing. "I can say it whenever I feel like it and you can see if you ever get used to hearing it. A very rigorous experiment. Properly scientific."

Klaus thinks that this is exactly how it's supposed to be. He still hasn't quite gotten used to the way that Obi-Wan says his name, let alone this. He's used to hearing people say his name in an exasperated way, full of disappointment. So often it's said in a bark of sound, harsh like the language it came from.

But not from Obi-Wan. When he says Klaus's name, it's a beautiful thing. It's happy and full of warmth, like he's glad to be saying it, and Klaus never tires of hearing it. And now there's this, these three precious words, and Klaus knows that he'll never get used to it. He'll never take it for granted.

"Far be it from me to get in the way of science," he says with a teasing smile, turning to press a kiss to the inside of Obi-Wan's wrist before letting his head rest on the pillow, wrapping his arm more tightly as he presses his face into the soft, warm curve of Obi-Wan's neck. "I love you, too."