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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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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.