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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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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."