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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 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."

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."

Obi-Wan resists outwardly reacting to Klaus’s statement about his own schooling, because he is well aware of who was responsible for that and thinks the man rather reprehensible for what he did to those he claimed as his children. The Jedi were far from perfect and Obi-Wan would never claim his own methods may be, but he does know he will never do what Klaus’s father did.

Still, Klaus knows him well enough to know there must be some reaction, and so he lifts his eyebrow slightly, then smiles faintly.

“Perhaps you’d like to help me,” he suggests.

While Klaus doesn't want or expect pity when he brings up his childhood, it means a lot that Obi-Wan cares about what he went through. While he doesn't want Obi-Wan to be angry, the small flicker of it in his eyes makes Klaus feel care for and understood. It makes him feel known, which is scary and comforting all at once.

His eyebrows lift and Klaus smiles, cupping Obi-Wan's cheek and giving the corner of his mouth a lingering, grateful kiss.

"Help you," he repeats, drawing back and giving Obi-Wan a slightly confused look before his expression brightens. "I could write a hell of a testimonial!"

He closes eyes for a moment and concentrates until he's floating a few inches above Obi-Wan's lap, and then opens his eyes and looks down at him with a happy grin.

"More than that," Obi-Wan says, but he's smiling with pleasure at the way Klaus has such control over his powers now, the way he can float himself off the floor as he is now. And with such little effort. Obi-Wan knows Jedi who can levitate, though besides being able to use the Force to enhance his jumps, he's never been quite so skilled with it.

"I mean helping," he continues, emphasizing the word. "You have a special set of skills and while they're not transferable, you do have a unique perspective when it comes to accessing those skills and learning how to control them."

He looks at Klaus in a way that practically dares him to deny it.

When Klaus realizes what Obi-Wan is actually asking of him, his concentration breaks and he drops back into Obi-Wan's lap, eyes wide as he stares at the man. While he thought the school would be a perfect fit for Obi-Wan, it's a little harder to imagine himself there. Not necessarily because he doesn't want to be, but it wasn't something that even occurred to him.

"You really would want me to help?" He asks quietly, almost vulnerably, brows furrowed slightly as he feels himself flush with emotion. "You think that I'd be-- that I could?"

"Oof," Obi-Wan grunts with a laugh when Klaus drops down into his lap once again, as if Klaus is a terrible weight upon him. He's smiling, though it is a bit quizzical, because Klaus has to know by now that Obi-Wan isn't the sort of man to say things just for the sake of it.

"Of course I do," he answers, hands on Klaus's hips. He smiles again, a bit softer this time, and lifts one hand to brush back some hair from Klaus's face. "And I should say, given your experiences, you know very well what does and doesn't work when it comes to teaching people who have skills tied into their emotions. Wouldn't you agree?"

It isn't as if he thought Obi-Wan wouldn't want him involved, if he were asked. It's more his own insecurities that gave him pause, but he has to admit that Obi-Wan has a good point.

"I'm a good example of what not to do," he jokes, smiling a little as he turns his face to nuzzle into Obi-Wan's palm as he thinks about it.

"I'll do what I can," he says after a moment, because he doesn't want to commit fully to something so big, not without thinking about it more. It seems very big, but something that could be good for him, maybe. He just isn't so sure that he would be good for it.

Obi-Wan nods with a smile, then leans in to kiss the side of Klaus's face. "You can think about it," he promises. "And be involved as much or as little as you would like."

At this point, Obi-Wan isn't even sure what he might do with the situation. There are so many options and he doesn't know that trying to teach anyone the Jedi code is a good idea at all. While there are people here who are strong with the Force, he knows there are others with much different talents, and even those who can access the Force may not want the old Jedi training.

It certainly hasn't always been quite the success it wanted to be.

Edited 2022-02-23 17:39 (UTC)

"I'll be involved. I wouldn't leave you to do it all on your own," Klaus assures him, brow furrowed slightly in a sign that he is giving this actual thought. He appreciates that while Obi-Wan challenges him, he never pressures Klaus to do anything. He trusts him to make his own decisions and then respects those same decisions. "But as for the how, and the scope of it... I'll think about it."

Obi-Wan's mouth presses to his smooth cheek and Klaus smiles, feeling even more warm and content that he already had because Obi-Wan talks about real things with him, includes him in decisions, keeps him involved. Obi-Wan trusts him, and Klaus doesn't think that he will ever quite get over how that feels.

"Thank you," he says quietly, reaching up to cup Obi-Wan's face and kiss him, long and thorough as he wriggles his hips a little to try and get their bodies even closer together, as close as they can be.

Obi-Wan doesn't think there's anything Klaus needs to thank him for, but he accepts it all the same, smiling into the kiss. When they part, he gently lifts Klaus from his lap and then stands.

"I have something for you," he says, delight clear in his voice. "While you were sleeping I went across the hall to see Renee and ask if we could borrow some of her clothes again, which she was more than happy to do."

Renee's style had been a little strange for Obi-Wan, but he thinks it suits Klaus perfectly. Renee clearly had, too, as she'd spent a full half hour considering outfits before settling on what Obi-Wan presents to Klaus now. A pair of black jeans ripped in the knees, with pink and blue star shaped patches sewn on here and there, an off the shoulder sweater in a shimmering blue, and a pair of black combat boots that ought to fit.

When Obi-Wan lifts him up, clearly intending to leave this warm little bubble, Klaus nearly complains. He wants to stay right here with Obi-Wan, fucking the day away, but he probably should get up, eat something, maybe go outside.

As Obi-Wan explains what he's done, Klaus feels a small spread across his face, genuine and warm. It's such a thoughtful thing to do, and it strikes Klaus yet again just how lucky he is. He's about to thank him, but when Obi-Wan pulls out the clothes, Klaus is immediately distracted by them. He makes a happy noise and bounces up and down a few times before darting over to scoop up the clothes, pressing against Obi-Wan as he leans up to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"This is fucking fantastic. She's so cool." He hugs the clothes to his chest and beams up at Obi-Wan. "You want to take me out for lunch, handsome? Show off your girl?"

"She was rather excited about the chance to dress you," Obi-Wan admits with a smile. Renee is a wonderful neighbour, warm and kind and open, truly a good presence within the Force, and he knows he is very lucky to have made a friend in her.

"Yes, I think we ought to go out and get something to eat," he agrees. "And if you want, we can pick out some other clothes for you to wear. I know Renee would be happy to dress you all week, but I can't take advantage of her kindness too much."

"I'll have to go thank her later," Klaus says as he scoops up the boots. "I can borrow some things from Harley, too. You know how I love her clothes."

Plus, she'll get a kick out of this, he's sure. After asking Obi-Wan to give him a few minutes, Klaus skips into the bathroom to get changed. There isn't a bra in the pile but hey, he probably wouldn't have worn one anyway.

After he gets dressed, he fluffs up his hair and puts on some black eyeliner, mascara, and tinted lip balm, and blows his reflection a kiss before coming out of the bathroom as if he were walking on a runway, hands on his hips as he sashays past Obi-Wan and then spins around to pose. "What do you think?"

While Klaus readies himself, Obi-Wan tidies the apartment, setting the meditation cushions back in their place, folding the throw from the couch and draping it over the back. He puts away a few dishes he had left in the drying rack, then pulls his robe on over his shoulders just as Klaus walks down the hall as if he's being featured in a fashion show.

Obi-Wan can't help but smile, then applauds as Klaus poses.

"Lovely," he answers with enthusiasm. "I knew Renee would understand your style exactly and you look marvelous."

"Thank you, darling," Klaus says as he slides on his own red heart-shaped sunglasses and grabs his phone. On a whim, he opens it to take a few selfies, making duck lips at the camera and flashing a peace sign.

"Come here, come here. Take a picture with me." He gestures Obi-Wan over and tucks himself under the man's arm, holding the camera out as they pose. "Here, you do it. My arm's too short now."

He hands the camera over and wraps his arm around Obi-Wan's waist, snuggling in close. "I'm definitely taking some naked pictures later, for the record."

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