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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'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."

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