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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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It is cold, but he’s having too much fun to just easily accept Obi-Wan’s thoughtful gesture. Instead he waits for Obi-Wan to nearly catch up with him before skipping down the hall with a giggle. The living room is full of sunlight and Klaus dances through it, dragging his fingertips lightly across the curtains to send them billowing out behind him.

I guess you’ll have to catch me,” he says as he loops through the kitchen and then makes his way around the sofa towards the cushions that Obi-Wan uses to meditate. His breasts and thighs jiggle a little with each step, and he reaches up to press his hands over his tits as he hops over to stand on a cushion, panting happily as he turns to look at Obi-Wan.

For a moment, all he does it watch. Yes, the body has undeniably changed, and Klaus is now shorter, his hair is longer, his hips have a curve to them they don't usually, besides the obvious changes, of course. He looks entirely unlike himself and yet, in these moments, laughing and skipping down the hall, then moving through the shafts of sun, he is so clearly Klaus that Obi-Wan can't help but watch, smiling fondly.

"Suit yourself," he says finally, as if he couldn't care less if Klaus is cold, then tosses the robe in his direction. It begins to descend far before it reaches Klaus, too flimsy to really be good to throw, and Obi-Wan uses the Force to send it those last few feet, dropping it over Klaus's head.

He smiles innocently.

Klaus was angling for Obi-Wan to chase him, and of course he does no such thing. His mouth and brows turn down into a pout, and when the robe lands on his head, he lets out a huff and stomps his foot.

“You are infuriating,” he says, mostly playful as he slips into the robe and pulls it closed, tying it only because Obi-Wan has lost the privilege of looking at his spectacular tits.

He lifts his chin and strides by Obi-Wan, striding over to the small table by the kitchen and primly taking a seat, tossing his long hair over one shoulder.

“I’d like to be waited on,” he says, managing to keep a straight face. “Treated like a real lady.”

Obi-Wan can't help but grin at Klaus's reaction, his mouth curling up beneath his moustache as he returns to the bedroom for his own robe. He pulls it over his shoulders, then cinches it around his waist before walking back down the hall to the kitchen.

"Have I ever treated you as if you deserve anything less than the world?" he asks, leaning in to press a kiss to Klaus's cheek before he passes behind him and moves to the refrigerator. He retrieves eggs, some cheese to grate, fresh salsa to make some breakfast wraps. Then he puts on another pot of the coffee Klaus likes so much.

"And would the lady like anything besides breakfast and coffee?" he asks.

“You certainly have not,” Klaus replies with a fondly exasperated laugh, tipping his cheek up for the kiss and watching as Obi-Wan bustles about the kitchen. He could help, and sometimes he does, but right now he thinks that he’s too distracted and would probably get in the way. That, and he does want to be waited on.

The coffee starts to brew and Klaus nearly moans at the smell, tipping his head back and closing his eyes as he breathes in deep. This addiction is a socially acceptable one, a vice that no one has ever looked down on him before. He finds that kind of funny. Most people are addicted to something. The question makes him lift his head and look at Obi-Wan, raising a brow as he taps his nails on the counter.

“The lady would like to sometime not be treated as if she deserves anything less than the world,” Klaus replies, biting his lip out of worry that Obi-Wan might misunderstand him. There are certain things that Klaus are into in bed, and it used to be so easy to go get those itches scratched without trying too hard. But now he’s only sleeping with one person, and he has to use his words.

“Like in a hot way,” he adds, smiling almost awkwardly and gesturing at the pan on the stove. “In bed, I mean. Please always continue to make me eggs. No cheese on mine, though. No telling what it’d do to this body.”

"Cilantro?" Obi-Wan asks, considering what else he has on hand to make proper breakfast wraps. He remembers the sausages a moment later and retrieves them as well, listening intently as Klaus speaks.

No one can ever accuse Obi-Wan of not listening to people, especially those he loves, and he pours Klaus a mug of coffee, then begins to heat a pan on the stove before he crosses to set the mug down in front of him. And then, because Klaus has asked, Obi-Wan tangles his fingers in the long hair tumbling down Klaus's back and pulls just once. It's enough to jerk Klaus's head back a little and Obi-Wan smiles before he presses another kiss to his cheek.

"As you wish, my darling," he promises. "But first breakfast."

As he awaits Obi-Wan’s reaction to what he’s said, Klaus doesn’t feel nervous exactly. He’s never been ashamed of his kinks, and he knows that Obi-Wan would never try to shame him. If Obi didn’t want to do something that Klaus would like, he would never push the issue.

In the past, he would just move on to the next person once he wasn’t getting his needs met, but he isn’t sure that he could do that now. No, they haven’t talked about being exclusive and Klaus would probably still balk if it were suggested, but he wonders if sleeping with someone else would hurt Obi-Wan. He’s said that it wouldn’t, but Klaus thinks that he might be hurt if Obi-Wan didn’t care. Which is stupid.

These are all the dumb feelings that he was always trying to avoid, but they’re worth it for Obi-Wan. He’s worth it.

There’s a long moment after Klaus speaks where Obi-Wan continues along with his breakfast as if he hadn’t heard Klaus at all, but then he sets down a cup of coffee and Klaus looks up at him curiously. He barely registers Obi-Wan’s fingers in his hair before it’s suddenly yanked back, not hard enough to hurt but enough to surprise him and send a jolt of sensation through his body.

The noise that he makes is a gasping sort of whimper, and he stares up at Obi-Wan as heat flares between his legs. It’s enough to make him squeeze his thighs together, and he blinks dazedly as Obi-Wan kisses his cheek.

“Yes, master,” he says, half playful and half hopeful as Obi-Wan sits down next to him. A plate is pushed towards Klaus and for one wild moment that he’d blame on hormones, he almost feels like he could cry because he feels so understood and so taken care of, truly seen. Klaus can’t help but to lean over and press a long kiss to Obi-Wan’s cheek. “Thank you.”

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"Oh, they're only eggs," he answers with a small, pleased smile, as if that's what Klaus is truly referring to. They both know it isn't, but Obi-Wan doesn't think he needs any special accolades for simply listening to his partner and trying to match his desires. If it were to be something Obi-Wan felt he couldn't do, he knows he could tell Klaus as much without any sort of fear.

But he is a man very willing to try new things. Besides, it isn't as if he's never slapped Klaus before.

He gets a mug of tea for himself, then begins to eat, thoroughly enjoying the breakfast he's prepared for them, even if it is only eggs as he's said. He likes being able to take care of Klaus, regardless of the circumstances, and keeping him fed is just one of many ways in which he can do so.

“Best eggs I’ve ever had,” Klaus replies. He isn’t sure that’s true. There was this guy in Amsterdam who could perform miracles with an omelet. But they aren’t talking about eggs, are they?

Once he takes a bite of his food, he realizes how ravenous he is and takes a few more in quick succession, washing it down with perfectly roasted coffee. He’s still buzzy and tingly from his orgasms, waking up from the coffee, sated by his eggs, loved by the man next to him. Even with the change in his body, it’s still a perfect morning.

“I like what it feels like to be in love with you,” Klaus says quietly once his eggs are gone, setting his fork down on the plate before turning his head to look at Obi-Wan. “I never knew that I could feel like this.”

The comment makes Obi-Wan smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he does, and he takes a sip of his tea as he nods. "I imagine this is how it's meant to feel," he says. "And that, under different circumstances, you and I both would have found it in our former lives."

He hopes he doesn't sound dismissive, because that isn't how he means it at all. Dave and Satine are both incredibly important people and neither will ever be forgotten, but it's no secret that he and Klaus had to be very careful with how they loved those wonderfully special people. They were never allowed something like this. Perhaps they could have had it, had their worlds been different.

"I like it, too," he says, still smiling. "Very much so."

“Maybe,” Klaus replies, feeling his smile go a little wistful. He always thought that if he and Dave were in a different time, in a different place, under different circumstances, they would have been perfect. There was so much against them, almost literally everything, but Klaus still stayed. He supposes the same is true for Obi-Wan and Satine.

“Good.” Klaus smiles and hops off of his stool, wobbling a little after taking longer to hit the floor than usual. He takes his plate and sets it in the sink while draining the last of his coffee, immediately refilling the mug before stepping up next to Obi-Wan, leaning against him where he’s still sitting on his stool. The slippery material of his robe falls over one shoulder as he takes another careful sip of coffee, he looks over at Obi-Wan thoughtfully before twisting to work his way between Obi-Wan and the counter, pushing him back until Klaus’s narrow body is pinned between them and he can look up at Obi-Wan. “Hello.”

"Hello there," Obi-Wan answers, looking at Klaus with another smile. "I guess I'm done my breakfast, aren't I?"

He had mostly been done anyway and he's certainly not opposed to being interrupted in such a manner. Klaus's libido may be stronger than anyone else Obi-Wan has ever been with, but he likes to think he can match it, at least most of the time. Certainly he's not tired.

Setting down his utensils, Obi-Wan takes Klaus's narrow hips in his hands. Even now, with the curves he didn't used to have, he's thin, smaller than Obi-Wan is by quite a bit, and Obi-Wan knows he isn't an overly large man. Klaus has never, until this day, been smaller than he is. His thumbs rub over Klaus's hips, stroking the silky material of the robe across his skin.

“You should eat faster,” Klaus says with a cheeky grin, resting his hands on Obi-Wan’s thighs as he fits so neatly between them. “You know that I have very little patience.”

After pressing up onto his toes to press a quick kiss to Obi-Wan’s mouth, Klaus sinks gracefully down to his knees. The tile is cold and hard under his skin, and Obi-Wan’s inner thigh is a lovely juxtaposition as Klaus tugs open his room and nuzzles against it.

“I can smell me here,” Klaus says dreamily, glancing up at Obi-Wan before pressing his nose in just next to Obi-Wan’s cock. The smell of them together is musky and exhilarating and Klaus inhales before turning to drag his tongue across the base of Obi-Wan’s mostly flaccid cock, smiling as it gives an interested twitch.

“Stars, Klaus,” Obi-Wan murmurs for how good it already feels. His hands curl over the edge of the table and he glances down, looking at Klaus there in the V of his thighs.

“Your knees,” he adds a moment later, knowing it can’t possibly comfortable, not on this floor. And while he remembers quite clearly, Klaus’s earlier request, he can’t convince himself that goes as far as bruising his knees on the cold kitchen floor. But then, perhaps he’s wrong.

One hand comes off the edge of the counter and tangles in the long hair, twisting slightly as he tugs.

“Your knees,” he says again, almost in a warning tone.

"I know, I know," Klaus assures him, because he isn't a teenager anymore and the tile is a little too much for his knees, but he still wants to a moment for this. As he turns his head to press a line of kisses along the side of Obi-Wan's cock, he reaches up to take it in his hand, humming his approval as is stiffens further in his palm.

Obi-Wan pulls at his hair again and Klaus lets out a soft moan, feeling pleasure jolt through his nipples and between his legs. While looking up at Obi-Wan's face, Klaus pulls his cock between his lips, letting it slide along his tongue and holding it there until he's fully erect. He sucks lightly, bobbing his head a few times before letting Obi-Wan's cock slip free of his mouth, grabbing Obi-Wan's thighs as he slowly pulls himself up to his feet.

"I just wanted to thank you properly," he teases, leaning forward to nudge the tip of his nose against Obi-Wan's, hips swaying in a slow, tantalizing sort of way. "I love the taste of us."

"For breakfast?" he asks with a chuckle that sounds slightly hoarse. His arms slip around Klaus as he sways closer, bringing their bodies flush, and although they're still both wearing their robes, at least partly, the warmth of Klaus's body is more than evident even through the material. "I really must make you breakfast more often."

They're both teasing, because Obi-Wan knows he doesn't need to make breakfast in order to have Klaus touch him, and Klaus knows he doesn't need to repay Obi-Wan in any way for anything.

He smiles, then nudges a gentle kiss, knowing that isn't quite what Klaus is looking for, but unable to help himself. He so does love kissing this man and for at least the moment he wants to have this.

"For breakfast," Klaus replies in a playfully sarcastic tone, because they both know that isn't what he's referring to. Or maybe it is, but as one tiny piece of a whole. Just one little thing that makes Obi-Wan so good to him.

Their mouths come together in a soft kiss, and Klaus lifts his arms to curl them loosely around Obi-Wan's back, happily drawing it out. When he finally pulls back for air, he keeps his eyes down and rests their foreheads together, fingers sliding up into his thick hair.

"I didn't mean that it had to be right now," he says quietly, giving him another quick kiss before continuing, confident that he'll know what I mean. "Just-- whenever it might feel right for both of us." After kissing Obi-Wan once more, he pulls back and reaches up to put his palms on either side of Obi-Wan's neck, winking teasingly at him. "Which hopefully happens sometime in the next seven days."

"Don't worry, my darling, I wouldn't leave you wanting," Obi-Wan promises. "I do believe I recall something about a shower, however."

He thinks he can combine both Klaus's request and the shower just fine, especially since he imagines the water might just enhance the sound of his palm on Klaus's skin. And there is a fine line between washing someone's hair and tugging it, something he can put together easily as well. He's a creative man, after all, and Klaus deeply inspiring.

"Come," he says as he rises, then gives the sash of Klaus's robe a firm tug. "Don't make me wait."

Then he's walking down the hall, shedding his robe halfway to the bedroom, leaving it there for Klaus to see, letting Klaus watch as he walks the rest of the way naked and then heads for the attached bathroom where he begins to run the water.

Obi-Wan brings up a shower, and Klaus thinks that his request will wait for another time. That's alright by him, really. He's made his wishes known verbally, with real words, and Obi-Wan responded positively. That's enough for him right now, and it gives him something to look forward to.

But then he tugs on Klaus's robe and gives a simple command in a tone that reminds Klaus that Obi-Wan was once a general. The thought makes him shiver and he gets up eagerly, brows lifting as Obi-Wan drops his robe in the middle of the floor, not even pausing to hang it up neatly, and Klaus nearly trips over himself in his hurry to follow.

"I would never," he assures Obi-Wan, slipping quickly out of his own robe once they're in the bathroom. There's a slight chill coming off of the tiles, and his nipples are hard both from that and the anticipation of what's to come.

Obi-Wan is looking at him, so Klaus playfully stands at attention like he's back in the army, chin lifted and hands crossed at the small of his back. "Ready and waiting, sir."

The warmth of the water is already heating up the bathroom as the shower runs, but Obi-Wan ignores it for the moment. Instead he crosses over to where Klaus is standing, so proper, like a good soldier, and it makes him smile slightly.

"Hm, time for inspection, perhaps," he says in a low voice, circling around Klaus without touching him, appraising his body. When he's in front of him once more, he looks Klaus up and down and then reaches out and puts his hands on his slim shoulders. Then he slides his hands down his body, as if inspecting him for something, though if asked, he couldn't say what.

When he reaches Klaus's hips, he stops, then walks around behind him and does the same to his back.

With a thoughtful hum, as if he's found something, he drops to his knees behind Klaus, hands on his ass. "Bend forward," he orders.

Klaus stays quiet as Obi-Wan circles him, staring at his face and his eyes, cool and bright under the lights. The attention makes heat flare between his legs, and his breath hitches as Obi-Wan's hands rest on his hips. It's almost incredible how such simple touches can still get him so worked up after so long, but they do. Obi-Wan makes feel more alive every single day.

When Obi-Wan sinks down behind him, Klaus resists the urge to twist back and look at him. Instead he takes a shaking breath and nods at the command, squeezing his thighs together to ease the pressure before spreading them a little.

"A thorough inspection then," he purrs out, biting his lip as Obi-Wan's big hands rest on the round curve of his ass. Klaus tosses his hair over one shoulder and locks his knees to bend at the waist as seductively as he can manage. "Yes, sir."

Even though he's playing a part, Obi-Wan can't help but press his lips together in a smile as Klaus responds. He knows Klaus enjoys this and honestly, he wants nothing more than to make him happy, to so know this is bringing Klaus pleasure only serves to make Obi-Wan feel good, too.

"Very thorough," he agrees, schooling his voice into a rough sort of cadence, the one he would most often shout orders using. There's little reason for him to be General Kenobi here in Darrow, but he does know Klaus likes it. And that's a very good reason to become that man every now and again.

"Although..." He trails off and tilts his head, as though he's seen something he needs to investigate further. "I don't think you're quite dressed for duty. Terribly inappropriate."

Then, without any further warning, Obi-Wan draws one hand back and lets his palm slap against the round cheek of Klaus's ass.

Obi-Wan's voice is low and commanding and Klaus can't imagine that he ever would have gotten anything done if Obi-Wan were his commanding officer. He would have been too distracted by trying to get into the general's pants.

He's a little lost in this fantasy, and the sudden slap takes him by surprise. He lets out a quiet yelp, high pitched and feminine, and his eyes widen a bit even has the sting of pain morphs into a fuzzy sort of pleasure. He wasn't expecting to be spanked, and it's such a turn on that Obi-Wan can still take him by surprise after all this time.

Klaus bends at the hip a little more and reaches out to rest one palm on the cool edge of the sink, resisting the urge to turn his head and look behind him.

"It was terribly inappropriate," he says in a simpering tone. "I'll take whatever punishment that you think that I deserve."

"And now you're going to behave like this?" Obi-Wan asks, mock-incredulous. His hand comes down on Klaus's ass again before he presses his fingers into the meat of his muscles, pulling his cheeks apart and kneading them with more pressure than he usually would. It's likely not quite enough to bruise, but it isn't far off either.

"A flatterer?" he asks. "What's the more common term for it? A suckup?"

He almost starts laughing then, the word sounding so utterly strange coming from him, but he manages to keep it to a soft snort of amusement, lips pressed together.

"Sorry," he says. "Some words just ought not to be said by me, I think."

What Obi-Wan is doing with his hands feels very nice, and Klaus’s cunt is wet and nearly throbbing with need, but the things that he’s saying aren’t coming naturally to him. That much is clear when he apologizes, and Klaus rolls his eyes with fond exasperation as he straightens up and turns to face Obi-Wan.

“Darling, I never said that I wanted you to play a character,” he says fondly, obviously not upset by the change of pace. If Obi-Wan isn’t completely into what they’re doing, Klaus doesn’t want to be doing it either.

He lifts his hand to rest it against Obi-Wan’s face, thumbing at the line of his beard. “I just— haven’t you ever wanted to just slam me up against a wall and have your rough, dirty way with me? Hm?”

His smile grows more teasing as he slides his other hand down to squeeze at Obi-Wan’s ass, pulling him in closer and pressing up onto his toes to kiss him. “I hope you know that you’ll never disappoint me, darling. You couldn’t.”

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