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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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Obi-Wan feels his own body shivering with the pleasure of it all, with knowing what he's done to Klaus, feeling the impact of it on his face, on his beard. He's going to need a kriffing shower after this and he laughs just as Klaus finally pushes his face away. He obeys, knowing not to overstimulate a person who has requested otherwise, and then he lifts one hand to wipe his beard, his face.

"You and I both," he teases when Klaus claims he needs to breath. Obi-Wan tilts his head, laying his temple upon Klaus's inner thigh, content to rest right there, at least for a moment. He closes his eyes, enjoying the warmth of the room, the feeling of Klaus so close, so warm, so content.

So very loved.

The joke makes Klaus burst out with breathless laughter, and it's still such a marvel to him that he can feel so good and be so happy all at the same time. He spent so many years chasing more and more pleasure, but this is what gives him an extra rush.

Obi-Wan's head rests on his thigh and Klaus slides one hand back into his hair while throwing his other arm over his head, fingernails raking gently across his scalp as he takes deep breaths. The pleasure settles into a fizzy sensation under his skin, something warm and sated, at least for the moment, and Klaus grins up at the ceiling as he stretches out the leg Obi-Wan isn't laying on.

"That's some skill, Kenobi," he breathes out, warm and fond as he tugs playfully at Obi's hair. "My deepest thanks to all the space ladies who came before me."

"Ah, well, I could hardly be a selfish lover," Obi-Wan answers, smiling up at Klaus before he pushes up onto one arm and drags himself up the bed to properly lie alongside Klaus. He rests his hand upon Klaus's lower belly, palm pressed to soft skin. "That wouldn't be very becoming of a Jedi when we're meant to be selfless and giving."

Once he's settled, he turns his head into Klaus's shoulder, breathing him in and just enjoying the moment.

"Do you feel very strange?" he asks curiously. "It was different for me, I think, I felt still so much myself within the Force, but I know not everything has that connection."

"So selfless," he replies, chuckling happily and adjusting his arm to curl around Obi-Wan's shoulders as he shifts. The question makes him let out a thoughtful hum, brow furrowing as he drags his fingertips lightly up and down Obi-Wan's bicep.

"I wouldn't say very weird," Klaus says after a moment, turning his head to look down at Obi's face. "I never much felt like my body was quite right anyway, you know?"

They haven't talked about this much, because Klaus hasn't spoken about anyone with this much, but he isn't ashamed about it. "It's actually kind of nice, because there was a very small part of me that wonders if I should have been born in a woman's body, but now I know that what I've always thought is true. I'm just somewhere in the middle. I'm both and I'm neither."

Obi-Wan listens and considers, establishes he doesn't entirely understand, but also knows he doesn't need to understand in order to accept what Klaus has told him. It's Klaus who knows himself best and Klaus alone who can determine what is and isn't right for him.

"I'm glad then," he says, brushing his fingertips along Klaus's skin. "That you're having this experience. That you can feel what you've known all along to be true."

He smiles then and presses his lips to Klaus's shoulder. "You feel the same to me. I close my eyes and I know exactly who you are."

Even if Obi-Wan doesn’t entirely understand, he accepts Klaus for all that he is, and all that he isn’t. He loves Klaus for exactly who he is, the good and the mess, and Klaus loves him for that.

Obi-Wan’s words nearly make him tear up in a way that he’ll blame on his new lady hormones, and he smiles as he slides his wrists under Obi-Wan’s armpits to drag him up so that they’re face to face. Well, he tries to, at least.

Except that he’s not quite as strong as he used to be, so he just ends up yanking uselessly at Obi-Wan’s body and laughing.

“Come here,” he whines playfully. “Kiss me.”

"Ah, if only you had use of the Force to help move me," Obi-Wan teases, but he moves willingly, slipping up to Klaus's side so he can properly kiss him. With his eyes closed, he finds it's very much the truth. Klaus's mouth feels different and there are curves and softness where Obi-Wan isn't used to them being, but all the same, this is Klaus.

After a moment, he pulls back, presses his thumb gently to Klaus's lower lip, tugging it down gently.

"Your eyes, too," he says. "Your eyes are the same. I'm willing to bet any of your siblings would see you easily, too."

Their kisses do feel the same. Small physical differences, of course, but they feel the same where it counts.

He smiles up at Obi-Wan as he touches his face, peeking out the tip of his tongue to touch Obi-Wan’s thumb in a way that’s more playful than sexy. He can taste himself there on Obi-Wan’s skin, slick and intimate, and he lets out a soft home.

“Five bucks says Five doesn’t notice,” he jokes, but it’s in that awkward sort of way where he obviously believes that it’s true. His eyes well up slightly when he thinks of how Allison might have reacted, and a tear threatens to spill when his thoughts turn to his other lost sibling.

“Ben would have had a cow,” he says quietly, turning his head to nuzzle into Obi-Wan’s palm.

"Oh, even Five will know it's you," Obi-Wan answers. He knows Five is a bit brusque, an unusual sort of man, but he also has no doubt that Five loves Klaus in his own way. He had grown up under the most awful, unusual circumstances, and Obi-Wan is of the mind he'd never learned how to properly express himself. The feelings are there, he just doesn't seem to know what to do with them.

He laughs softly at the comment about Ben and nods, looking amused. His thumb strokes along Klaus's cheek, warm and comforting.

"He would have found it quite funny, I bet," he says. "And he would have tried to dress you. I can see him behaving as if you're his own personal doll to dress up."

Klaus smiles but doesn’t say anything more. It’s still a fresh ache, and he already feels so vulnerable. He takes a breath and closes his eyes, focusing on the rhythmic swipe of Obi-Wan’s thumb against his smooth cheek, back and forth until he doesn’t feel as if he’s about to be swept away by his emotions.

“We made quite a mess,” he says as he opens his eyes, smile turning sky as he squeezes Obi-Wan’s waist between his thighs. There’s a pleasant ache in them, right up through the core of him, and Klaus lets out a pleased hum and bites his lip, stretching his arms up over his head in a pose that he’s sure must look good (in his own humble opinion). “But I suppose I’ll have to pace myself or I’ll wear you out before nightfall, old man.”

"How dare you suggest I don't have respectable stamina," Obi-Wan answers, though he's smiling as he speaks, watching Klaus stretch. "We ought to eat, however, because otherwise we may both just pass out from exertion."

It would be a lovely way to go, he thinks.

"Come," he says, rolling away with a soft groan and then stretching as well, arms overhead. "Let's find something to eat. Then perhaps we can clean up a little. Or would you prefer the other way around?"

“Mm, I do want coffee,” Klaus breathes out, turning to watch Obi-Wan stretch. He smiles and throws his leg over Obi’s hips, moving to straddle him and sit up.

He tosses his long hair over one shoulder and looks down at Obi-Wan. The view is subtly different in his new body, but he’s distracted by how perfectly his round ass fits into the cradle of Obi-Wan’s hips. He can’t help but to give it a little wiggle.

“After that, I can’t decide if I want you to fuck me bent over the counter, or in the shower,” he says lowly, subtly rocking his hips as he lifts a finger to his chin. “Any thoughts?”

"I imagine both could likely be arranged," Obi-Wan answers, thoughtful and calm as his hands settle on Klaus's hips. Already, he can feel his body trying to grow aroused again, though he knows he does need at least some recovery time before they attempt anything else.

He smiles fondly up at Klaus, then lifts his hand to cup one side of his face. His thumb strokes along Klaus's cheek and then Obi-Wan pushes himself up on his other hand so he can lean into a long kiss.

"Come," he says again. "Coffee and food. It won't do to have you crashing from only having caffeine in your system before we get to explore all our options."

“Both!” Klaus gasps playfully, as if shocked and grateful all at once. “So giving!”

He smiles into the kiss, resting his soft little hands on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, leaning into the kiss to make it last just a few seconds longer before he pulls away.

“You take such good care of me,” he says quietly, gratitude clear in his tone. After kissing him again, he swings his leg over and hops off of the bed, wobbling only a little as he lands on his feet. Even though there’s a bit of a chill in the air, Klaus walks out of the room unabashedly naked, swaying his hips as he does.

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"Well, you already questioned my stamina, I have to prove myself somehow," Obi-Wan answers off Klaus's put upon shock. He smiles into the kiss, still holding Klaus close, then watches him fondly as he gets off the bed.

"I know you like to show off all the lovely parts you've been blessed with, that's no different than a usual day, but you must be cold," he says as he climbs from the bed himself. He reaches for the robe Klaus had brought over and while it isn't exactly one worn for warmth, it will at least help a little.

"Come back," he says, following Klaus. "Let me put this on you."

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."

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