(for obi-wan)

[terriblymisguided]

These days, Klaus seems to spend more nights at Obi-Wan's than he does at home. Sometimes he feels a little bad about it, but it's fleeting. It's still hard to leave his room and see Ben's empty across the hall, sitting just as he left it like some shrine.

Same with Allison's. Almost all of them were there, and they were bonding and they were happy, he thinks. As happy as a group of Hargreeves children could be, anyway. Now they're slowly disappearing and when Klaus is home, he just gets this sinking feeling. Who's next?

He doesn't get that at Obi-Wan's. Yes, there is a part of him that's terrified that one day he'll wake up and Obi-Wan will just be gone, like Ben and like Allison, but he tries not to think about it. There are no bad thoughts associated with Obi-Wan's apartment, which was once sparse and a little bland, but now is looking livelier. Obi-Wan lets him bring in pieces that he thinks would look good, even though he doesn't live there. Not officially, anyway. Even though more of his belongings seem to be migrating over, and he just buys two of all of his toiletries and make up now, one for each place.

Some people might find it difficult to migrate back and forth, but not Klaus. Back home, he was always on the move, always heading out on some new adventure. But living out of overnight bags and heading back and forth across the city provides a little satisfaction to the part of him that's unable to give into his wanderlust. He isn't really settled in any one place and, for now at least, that's how he likes it.

Staying over at Obi-Wan's is always a good time, because he gets put to bed with good sex and usually wakes up with more of it, or at least coffee and breakfast. Obi-Wan spoils him, but Klaus likes being spoiled, so he never tries to dissuade him.

This morning, Klaus is asleep on his back, face turned away from the light filtering in from the curtains. His chest is bare even though the room is a little chilly, and the blankets are pushed down to his hips, hair tossed across the pillow.

He wakes up just a little, breathing in deeply before drifting off again, not waking up enough to realize that at some point in the night, his body shifted into something different, one curvier and more feminine, with full breasts and the absence of a cock between his legs.

That will certainly catch his notice later, but for now, he sleeps. it's hard work growing such wonderful tits, after all.

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Perhaps if not for the Force, Obi-Wan would be more surprised by the appearance of a woman in his bed. Perhaps if such a thing hadn't already happened to him, he might be more surprised, but as it is, when he opens his eyes in the early morning light and finds the beautiful woman lying next to him, he knows it's still Klaus lying there.

It's still early and he knows Klaus will sleep for a little while longer, so Obi-Wan leans over and presses a kiss to the slightly rounder cheek, then rises. He showers, meditates, then puts on coffee, knowing the smell will wake Klaus.

He has to admit, in a playful little part of his heart, he's hoping to hear a yelp of surprise from the bedroom.

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When Klaus opens his eyes again, he breathes in the scent of fresh coffee and smiles, turning his head toward the hall. The bed is empty next to him, but that isn’t very surprising. Obi-Wan often gets up before him, because Klaus is a night owl by nature and likes sleeping in.

He sits up and stretches his arms over his head, and it’s only then that he notices the unfamiliar weight at his chest. He looks down to see tits in his immediate field of vision, and it takes a long moment for him to register that they’re attached to him.

It’s a strange sort of dysphoria, because while he’s always had a male-presenting body, he has never really been sure that it represents how he feels inside. He doesn’t feel like a woman, either, though he’s always been curious. Now that he’s here, his suspicions are confirmed. He belongs to neither gender. He is something entirely his own.

Eventually, he snaps out of his initial shock and his eyes widen when he realizes that if he has tits, he’s probably also lacking a certain appendage that he’s become rather fond of over the years.

He rips the blankets away from his lap only to see that yes, his cock is very much gone, and he can’t help the anguished (and much higher pitched) shriek that he lets out because even though he knows that this is only temporary, it’s still quite a shock.

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The sound comes eventually and Obi-Wan presses his lips together, chuckling softly as he prepares a mug of coffee for Klaus, mixing it just the way he likes before he picks up the mug of tea he'd made for himself. Then he takes both down the hall to the bedroom and leans against the doorway, looking at Klaus in the bed.

"Well," he says. "Hello there. And who might you be?"

It's clear by the smile he's wearing that he's teasing, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

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Obi-Wan doesn’t look the slightest bit surprised. Not that Klaus thought that he’d be shocked, not after the same thing happened to him, but there’s no reaction at all. He’s smirking.

“You saw me like this and didn’t wake me up?” Klaus asks as he rolls out of bed and almost immediately topples over. He holds his hands out to the side for balance as he adjusts to this new center of gravity, and then walks over to stand in front of Obi-Wan, resting his hands on his new, shapely hips. They do have a very nice curve to them, he must say.

“You weren’t immediately overcome by the need to ravish me?” Klaus asks, only half teasing as he rolls his eyes and reaches out to take his coffee. The mug looks enormous in his delicate little hand, and he glances over towards the bathroom, where the mirror is.

“I need coffee to deal with this,” he mumbles, glaring mildly at Obi-Wan as he takes a careful sip. It’s so wonderful that he immediately relaxes a bit, humming as that first taste of caffeine hits his bloodstream. He pauses for a moment and then takes another sip before looking up at Obi-Wan, almost shyly.

“Am I pretty?” He asks sincerely, because he’s always put such value on the way he looks. For a long time, it seemed like the only thing that he had going for him. He knows it probably isn’t healthy to look at himself like that, and he’s trying to be better, but how he looks is still so important to him.

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"You looked so peaceful, why would I wake you?" Obi-Wan asks, the picture of innocence, blinking wide, blue eyes at Klaus as he passes him the coffee.

As ever, Klaus doesn't seem particularly shy, standing naked in the room without a thought, despite this change in his body. Perhaps it's made easier by the fact that Obi-Wan doesn't feel any unsteadiness with the change either and is, in fact, treating Klaus as he would any other day. Teasing him, pretending to be innocent when he's truly anything but.

The question makes him laugh a little and he says, "Of course you are. You're as beautiful as you've ever been."

As if Klaus could be anything else.

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The answer makes Klaus smile, even though he knows it isn't as if Obi-Wan would ever say differently, regardless of how he looked. Because he loves who Klaus is, and not just what he looks like. Sometimes that still stuns him.

He nods a little and takes another fortifying sip of coffee before setting the mug down on the dresser, breathing in deeply before setting about exploring himself. His hair is longer with looser curls that tumble down his back, and he holds out his hands to marvel how delicate they look. His tattoos are still on his palms, and when he looks down, he sees his dog tags and the ink on his softer looking stomach.

Also very nice tits, and still no dick.

Tossing his hair over one shoulder, he reaches out for Obi-Wan's hand but then stops when it finally registers that he's looking up at him. He gasps and then reaches up to cup each side of his face. "You're so tall!"

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“I’m no taller than I was yesterday,” Obi-Wan replied as he reaches up with his free hand to curl his fingers around Klaus’s narrower wrist. Klaus has always been on the thin side, but now he feels delicate, too, even if Obi-Wan is certain he would still be the formidable presence he always is, no matter his size.

“I think,” he says, pausing to take a sip from his tea. “I think you might actually be short.” A grin blooms behind the rim of his mug and he squeezes Klaus’s wrist gently in his amusement.

“It’s just a suspicion I have,” he adds quickly, as if not wanting to offend. “We should perhaps compare in the mirror.”

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Klaus sleeps longer than Obi-Wan does, which isn't unusual, as Obi-Wan tends to use meditation as his most restful moments. He dozes a bit, slipping in and out of sleep, then rises and leaves Klaus resting peacefully. He takes a proper shower, washes his hair and body, then combs his hair and his beard before getting dressed and settling himself in the living room to meditate.

Before long, he's sure Klaus will wake, and perhaps they'll go out for a meal. Perhaps Klaus will want to show his family his current state. Whatever he wishes, Obi-Wan will happily do.

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When Klaus wakes up, it takes a moment for the events of the morning to come back to him. He rolls onto his back in the empty bed and reaches up to cup his breasts, holding them as he yawns just to make sure that they're still there. He's tender between his legs in a pleasant, sticky sort of way that makes him think about how glad he is that he'll only have a uterus for a week or so.

Obi-Wan isn't in bed with him, but Klaus isn't surprised by that. He gets up and goes into the bathroom to relieve himself, and makes a face at his reflection in the mirror as he washes his hands. His hair is longer and less curly than it usually is, and it is currently a goddamn mess. After a few minutes of wrestling with his brush and the blowdryer, it looks marginally better.

On his way down the hall, he pulls on a soft pink robed hemmed with lace, and he smiles at how the material drapes over his new curves. He has tried to imagine what he might have looked like in a body like this, and it's almost comforting to know for sure. This body doesn't feel right, but it doesn't exactly feel wrong, either. He still feels like Klaus.

Klaus is unsurprised to find Obi-Wan meditating in the corner, legs crossed and eyes closed. Surely, he knows that Klaus is there even if he isn't acknowledging it, but he doesn't feel ignored. It almost feels like he's waiting for Klaus to set the tone, and he appreciates it.

"You really would making a killing if you taught a yoga class," Klaus murmurs as he looks Obi-Wan over appreciatively. He can just imagine how women (and men) would flock to pay money just to see him like this, to bask in the calming warmth of his energy. It feels almost selfish to have it all for himself, but he certainly isn't complaining.

He strides closer and steps onto the cushions, shifting to stand astride Obi-Wan's thighs and then sinking slowly to his knees, cradling Obi-Wan's face as he settles into the man's lap, feeling small and safe and happy.

"Hi, Mr. Jedi," he says in a low, feminine voice, stroking his fingers along Obi's beard before leaning in until their mouths are nearly touching. "Did you miss me?"

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"Perhaps I will, of a sort," Obi-Wan answers, opening his eyes as Klaus sinks into his lap. He slides his hands over Klaus's hips, smiling at him as he leans forward just the slightest bit to press their lips together.

He's been thinking more and more of the school Magnus had, in essence, left to him. Obi-Wan has no interest in starting another Jedi order, not anywhere, but certainly not in Darrow. That said, he's been considering what other options he might have in order to help those with certain powers, like Caleb, that they're still learning to control.

"Oh, yes, terribly," he answers, his smile growing wider. "Despite the fact that I could feel your presence in the Force, it was utter torture, being away from you."

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"You'd be a wonderful teacher," Klaus says in a more sincere tone, nudging his nose against Obi-Wan's. The idea of him helping others like he's helped him and his sister, and other people in the city. There are people who need the kind of help that Obi-Wan could give, and it would be fulfilling for Obi-Wan as well. Klaus likes the idea of it, even if it does mean that they'll have a little less time together.

Look at him. Utterly selfless.

"That sounds so intimate," Klaus says as he wraps his arms loosely around Obi-Wan's neck, sliding his fingers into the soft hair at the nape. "You feeling my presence."

He smiles softly and leans in for another lingering kiss, humming as he shifts a little closer. His body is smaller but his hips are rounder, and he fits so comfortably in the cradle of Obi-Wan's lap like this. The soft bulge of Obi-Wan's cock nudges up between Klaus's legs, where he's tender and warm, and he lets out a pleased sigh.

This entire moment feels so intimate and sleepy and warm, and he's in no rush at all to end it.

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Obi-Wan can feel the presence of every living thing within the Force, but there is something deeply intimate when those presences are ones he recognizes. Klaus he knows above almost all others, perhaps rivalled only by Anakin, with whom Obi-Wan has spent more time than anyone in his entire life. Their connection is vastly different, however, and he knows he can't compare.

"Of course I feel your presence," he answers with a smile. "I feel all living things within the Force and you, Klaus Hargreeves, are unlike anything or anyone else."

He's quiet for a moment, then says, "You remember Magnus Bane, of course. I haven't done anything with it yet, but he left a school to me upon his departure from Darrow. One for students of a magically inclined nature."

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The words bring a smile to Klaus's face along with a flush of warmth, cheeks going pink as he hides his face against Obi-Wan's beard. This is all so big and so important and sometimes Klaus is cripplingly scared that he's going to lose it all, but mostly he's just grateful to have it.

"You're not so bad yourself," Klaus murmurs, pressing a kiss just below Obi-Wan's earlobe, and then one to his neck as he listens. The topic of seems important enough to merit Klaus's full attention, so he pulls back to look at Obi-Wan's face, brows furrowed thoughtfully.

"Obi-Wan Kenobi's School for the Gifted," he jokes, even though Obi-Wan won't understand the reference. The more he thinks about it, the more the idea appeals to him. Klaus smiles fondly and cups Obi-Wan's cheek, stroking the curve of it with his thumb. "I went to a school kind of like that. And I think that if there is anyone who could actually do it right, it would be you."

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Honestly, the only complaint that Klaus has about Darrow sticking him in a female presenting body for a bit is that they didn't do it at a more seasonably appropriate time. This body is pretty great, if he does say so himself, and he'd like to show it off without freezing half to death.

When he and Obi-Wan go out for dinner, Klaus keeps the cute leather jacket that he borrowed from Renee on the whole time because it's freezing in the restaurant. He's almost annoyed by it, because how is anyone supposed to see these delicate shoulders?

After their meal, Klaus feels pleasantly tipsy on wine and suggests that they go for a walk. He takes a hit from his vape pen with one hand while holding Obi-Wan's in the other, turning his head away to exhale as he slips it back into his pocket. Another plus side to this much smaller body: his weed lasts longer.

The combination of wine and weed and the way that the cool night air sweeps up under his dress, not to mention the wonderful man at his side, who seems so much bigger and burlier now, has him feeling a little frisky. He feels a little too chill for a club, but he doesn't want to go home, either.

The solution presents itself as they round a corner and Klaus spots the marquee of the little art house theater that they've spent time in before. A smile spreads across his face and he squeezes Obi-Wan's hand, turning to smile up at him. "How about we catch a movie?"

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Obi-Wan has no particular destination in mind. It's quite peaceful, simply walking with Klaus, going wherever it is the night takes them, and they've been wandering in comfortable silence for several minutes when Klaus suggests a movie. Looking to the small theatre with the faded and yet somehow still lovely lights behind their sign, Obi-Wan smiles and nods.

"I'd like that," he says, pleased. In all honesty, he likes spending time with Klaus regardless of what they find themselves doing. All he knows for certain is that this has been a pleasant evening and he's in no hurry for it to end.

"Do you know any of the films playing?" he asks as they move in the direction of the theatre.

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Klaus grins at the answer and pulls Obi-Wan along toward the theater, staring up at the marquee. It's usually pretty hit or miss on whether or not he recognizes anything playing, but tonight they're playing The Graduate. Klaus knows of it more through pop culture references than having actually seen it, but hey. He doesn't really plan on watching it now, either.

"This was kind of a classic where I'm from," Klaus says as he points at the poster. He pays for their two tickets and leads Obi-Wan up to the balcony, pleased to find that it's mostly empty saved for a few people right up near the railing. He leads them towards the back and off to the side, and gestures for Obi-Wan to take a seat.

Once he's seated, Klaus smile and unzips his coat in a tantalizing sort of way, biting his bottom lip as he pulls it off of his shoulders to reveal the dress underneath. Obi-Wan hasn't seen this one, and though he knows that Obi-Wan isn't prone to displays of his desire, Klaus hopes to get some sort of reaction. His tits look fantastic in this, after all.

"What do you think?" Klaus asks quietly, tossing his long hair over his shoulders and doing a slow spin, modeling it for him before sitting down gracefully into the velvet seat next to him. "I picked it up today."

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“No wonder you’ve been so cold,” he answers, but his tone is teasing and when Klaus sits, Obi-Wan reaches over to touch the material of the skirt, watching it shimmer slightly as it slips between his fingers. His heart is beating a little faster at the mere sight of Klaus, his cheeks faintly flushed.

“You look incredible, as always,” he says. “The colour really suits you.”

Unlike Obi-Wan, Klaus seems to favour colour and somehow he wears them all with ease.

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Obi-Wan's reaction doesn't disappoint, and Klaus bites his lower lip, smiling as a pleased flush colors his cheeks. The lights are already low, so the movie must be about to start. Klaus couldn't care less, because all of his attention is on Obi-Wan, and how his eyes are still so blue even in the dark, and how big and warm his hand is on Klaus's thigh.

"Thank you," Klaus says sincerely, because while he isn't lacking confidence in his looks, it's still feels good to see it from Obi-Wan. "I thought you might like it."

It's a little chilly in the theater, especially with so much skin exposed, but he knows that won't last. Instead, he parts his knees a little and settles back in the chair, glancing down to admire the way that the dress clings to his breasts, exposing the valley between them.

The lights go out entirely as the screen flickers to life, and Klaus puts his hand over Obi-Wan's on his thigh, sliding it along the soft inside of it before lifting Obi-Wan's arm and draping it over his shoulders instead. He lifts the arm rest between them and presses closer to Obi-Wan's side, humming happily as Obi-Wan's hand curls around his shoulder.

"Good timing," he whispers, turning his head to look at up at Obi-Wan with a mischievous glint in his eye.

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"Is it?" Obi-Wan asks, his thumb idly brushing over the soft skin of Klaus's shoulder. He keeps his gaze ahead, looking at the screen as the trailers begin to play, commercials for cars and banks and other things Obi-Wan has no particular interest in. "I would assume the film is starting exactly on time, isn't it?"

Klaus is small and warm against his side and while he still thinks Klaus must be rather chilly in that skimpy dress, he also thinks he'll do his best to keep them both warm. In fact, he's rather certain that is Klaus's entire plan.

He remembers this movie theatre. He remembers it well.

"Unless you have some other plan," he says in an innocent sounding whisper. "Which I suppose is possible."

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After such a rousing night of passionately intense sex, it’s no wonder that Klaus sleeps like a rock. The sun is high in the sky by the time he finally wakes up, so it isn’t much of a surprise when he flings his arm out to the side and finds the other side of the bed cold.

He sits up with a groan and stretches his arms up over his head, smacking his lips as he looks around the room and waits for his brain to finish booting up. His hands go to his face, rubbing at his eyes and patting his cheeks, and he freezes when he realizes that he feels stubble and facial hair.

Immediately, he tosses the covers off of himself and looks down to see his body, his body, with its flat chest and skinny thighs dusted with hair. And his cock!

“Oh, I missed you, you beautiful bastard,” he says to it, and then scrambles out of bed. He falls down instantly and then hops up to grab Obi-Wan’s robe from the hook behind the door, pulling it on as he trots down the hall. As expected, Obi-Wan is sitting on his meditation cushions, and thankfully he appears to be reading and not lost in thought.

“Obi!” He calls out, jumping onto the cushions in front of him and pulling the robe open to flash him. “Look who’s back!”

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That morning, upon waking, Obi-Wan had found himself beside the familiar body of the man he’s come to love. But he knows Klaus prefers sleeping in even at his most rested and so Obi-Wan had let him sleep longer, tucking the blankets around him and going about his morning.

It shouldn’t surprise him at all, the gleeful way Klaus greets his return to his regular body, but it still makes Obi-Wan smile beneath his moustache, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Well, it’s very good to see you,” he says, assessing Klaus’s body, as that is what it seems Klaus wants from him. “Welcome back.”

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Obi-Wan smiles but he doesn't seem at all surprised, which means only one thing.

"You already knew?" Klaus asks, laughing as he playfully kicks the book from Obi-Wan's hands and steps closer, feet resting just in front of Obi-Wan's crossed legs as he looks down at the man. It's a very beautiful view, those blue eyes looking up the length of him.

"And you didn't wake me up?" He laughs again and lets go of the robe, letting it fall open, spilling over one shoulder and pooling in the crook of his arm. "I'm not sure whether to find it sweet or be offended."

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"Oh, I thought you needed the rest after last night," Obi-Wan answers and somehow he manages to speak it without looking smug. Instead he follows the arc of his book through the air with a faint look of consternation after Klaus kicks it from his hands.

"But I see now how wrong I was," he continues, looking back up at Klaus. A playful smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, though he presses it back. "Clearly you're full of energy this morning."

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"Oh, I see. You're very proud of yourself," Klaus says as he straddles Obi-Wan's thighs and sinks down to sit in his lap, pulling the robe back so that it doesn't get stuck underneath him.

Klaus's hands go to either side of Obi-Wan's face and he thumbs at the corners of that beautiful smile, huffing out an amused breath as he stares at the face of the man that he loves.

"Wore me out like that and didn't even bring me breakfast in bed," he admonishes playfully, clicking his tongue and shaking his head as if he's disappointed, as if Obi-Wan could ever disappoint him. "What are we to do about your lack of manners, Kenobi?"

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"Lack of manners?" Obi-Wan asks in return, slipping his hands beneath the robe, letting them come to rest on Klaus's hips. "After letting you sleep in? I'm offended."

His smile says otherwise, warm and amused, his eyes crinkled at the corners. Klaus is such a wonderful part of his life, funny and kind, always able to make him smile and feel as if he belongs to something special. He knows he's lucky.

"But I suppose you must do what you must," he continues, heaving a sigh. "And I'll agree to whatever punishment you see fit."