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The first time Klaus walked into this club, he did it with the intention of getting absolutely plastered and finding someone to go home with for drunk, sloppy sex that would distract him for a few hours. He did not accomplish either of those things. Before he could get too drunk, he spotted someone interesting and was taken back to his place for some very fantastic mind-blowing sex that immediately set a bar so high that no one else can reach it.

If, on that first night, someone told Klaus that the next time he'd be walking into this club would be on the arm of that very same man, some three months later, he'd have laughed in their face.

But that is exactly what's happening. When Klaus realized how long they'd been doing this, he told Obi-Wan that he thought it would be fun to go back to that club for another dance. It only occurred to him hours later what he had just proposed: celebrating an anniversary. Thankfully, he was at home by the time it happened, and he was able to freak out and talk himself back down in private.

In Vietnam, Klaus counted the months. It was a way to keep track of how long he'd been away from his own timeline, and also how long he'd had Dave in his life. Each month was silently acknowledged, quietly celebrated and agonized over in equal measure, but it was never anything he gave a voice to, or talked to Dave about. He just counted them until he got to ten, and then there were no more.

By the time that Obi-Wan picks him up, Klaus has calmed down (thanks in part to a blunt he panic-smoked on his balcony) and dressed himself in black leather pants and a wine-colored button down shirt, with only the button at his sternum fastened. Seeing Obi-Wan makes him feel as excited as he did when he first mentions it, and he feels silly for getting himself so worked up. They're just going to have some fun.

They arrive at the club and get their wrists stamped, and Klaus is more then relieved to get inside where it's warmer. The music thumps in his chest and Klaus grins, bouncing a little as he grabs Obi-Wan's hand and drags him inside.

"Why did you come here that first night?" Klaus asks once they're at the bar, tilting his head to look at him curiously. "This isn't your usual scene."

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"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.