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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 takes Obi-Wan mere seconds to understand what Klaus is looking for and he lifts his head even before Klaus is done speaking. His tongue comes out, dragging across the ring of muscle, his nose pressed against the underside of Klaus's balls, and Obi-Wan breathes deep, another shiver going through his body.

He wishes he could touch Klaus. Grasp him by the hips, pull him down against his face, but Klaus still has him pinned and so Obi-Wan merely flexes his hands and then relaxes them again as he uses his tongue and his lips as best he can. Klaus's skin is still hot beneath his mouth and he moans breathlessly, lapping at Klaus's hole, pressing his tongue inside for a moment and then focusing on that first ring of muscle again, paying as much attention to him as he can stand.

He pulls back to take a breath, but it's only a moment before he turns, face pressed against Klaus, his tongue fucking into him with enjoyment.

"Fucking hell," Klaus gasps out, because while he wasn't exactly expecting resistance, the enthusiasm him surprises him a little. Obi-Wan's face is pressed to the most intimate, sensitive part of him, breathing him in and licking like there is nowhere else he'd rather be, and Klaus lets out a strangled groan as he leans forward to brace one hand on the windowsill, bathed in sunlight as Obi-Wan's tongue presses up into the core of him.

He can tell that Obi-Wan wants his arms free and Klaus wants to see what he'll do with them more than he wants to continue any little power games, so he shifts one leg up and then the other, allowing Obi-Wan to move his arms away from where they've been pinned.

"Don't stop," Klaus gasps out, whimpering as Obi-Wan's beard drags against sensitive skin. He tosses his head back and rocks down against Obi-Wan's face, careful not to smother him even as pleasure surges through him, making him feel a little wild. "Fuck, baby, please don't stop. That's perfect, you're perfect."

With his arms released, Obi-Wan lifts them both, curling them around Klaus and gripping his ass. His fingers press into muscle, into skin, and he uses his leverage to drag Klaus tight against his mouth, to the point where he can barely breathe. He doesn't care. He'll breathe when necessary, but right now, he holds Klaus tight against him, licking and sucking whatever skin and muscle he can reach.

There's something about Klaus that can simply undo Obi-Wan, some part of him that he was taught to keep under wraps. Not out of shame, simply because there were more important things to focus on, and yet now, here in Darrow, with Klaus, he can be every part of himself. Including this one.

He groans against Klaus's ass, then pulls back just slightly to take a breath, using the time to drag his nose and then his tongue against the underside of Klaus's balls.

Klaus loves sex. Pretty much everyone he’s every met can tell within moments of meeting him just how much he loves sex. It’s one of his favorite ways to express himself. Favorite way to exercise, to relieve stress, to get to know someone. He thought that he knew everything that there was to know about sex.

He had no idea that it could be like this.

The passion that he and Obi-Wan share never fizzled out like a spent firework like Klaus had thought it might. That’s how it always goes, with very rare exceptions, but not with him. So long they’ve been doing this now. He’s had sex with Obi-Wan more than he’s ever slept with anyone else by a very, very wide margin. And it’s still this good. Not only that, it keeps getting better. He had no idea it was possible.

He’s writhing against Obi-Wan’s face shamelessly, crying out against the onslaught as he clutches at the windowsill. The city stretches out before him, but all that matters is what’s in this room, and who he’s with.

He’s so close to coming, dangerously close, so he slides down Obi-Wan’s body to lean over him on his hands and knees, leaning down to give him a hungry kiss, licking and sucking the taste of himself from Obi-Wan’s mouth. He bites at Obi-Wan’s lips as he feels around under the pillows, fingers closing around the lube that he’d left there.

“Turn around,” Klaus urges, panting as he helps Obi-Wan turn over onto his stomach and then getting lube on his fingers. He feels half-dazed, overwhelmed by the desire he feels, and he bites hard at the top of Obi-Wan’s shoulders as he presses a slick finger inside of him, quickly working to prep him.

“I’m gonna come inside you,” he finds himself saying, nipping at Obi-Wan’s freckled skin as he adds another finger. “Maybe I’ll put that plug in you after. Keep you wet and ready for me all day. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

It takes mere moments to get undressed, his t-shirt slipped over his head, the soft sweatpants he likes to wear around the apartment shimmied out of and discarded. Obi-Wan does this all while turning over, seeing little reason to play coy or pretend this isn't something he wants terribly. Being with Klaus is a gift, a chance at a life he thought beyond his grasp.

A life he had almost given up being a Jedi for and would have, had she asked.

But now other choices have been made for him, written in history, and in his appearance in Darrow. And so they all get to have lives they wouldn't have thought. Much of Obi-Wan's is right here, wrapped up in this man.

"You're full of naughty ideas, aren't you?" he asks with a gasp, the last word breaking as Klaus's fingers push inside of him. He can feel Klaus's teeth against his skin, too, and he groans with pleasure, pushing back against his fingers.

"That doesn't sound like a complaint," Klaus says with a low chuckle, sliding one hand down Obi-Wan's bare back as he fingers him with the other, pumping them in and out a few more times before suddenly pressing in against his prostate. He holds them there for a moment and then slides them free so he can shrug out of the robe and toss it aside.

"Get up on your knees for me, darling," he says as he grabs Obi-Wan's hips and urges him up, letting out a shuddering breath as Obi-Wan's ass tips up, thighs parted to reveal the slick curl of muscle between his cheeks. The sight makes him feel an almost desperate rush of desire, so he stops wasting time and grabs his cock, slicking it with one stroke as he positions himself up on his knees behind Obi-Wan.

Klaus puts one hand on Obi-Wan's lower back to hold him in place as he presses the head of his cock against Obi-Wan's hole and presses inside of him with one quick, smooth thrust, bottoming out and grabbing Obi-Wan's hips as he tips his head back with a low moan.

In moments like this, Obi-Wan wishes he could properly see Klaus. Even without looking over his shoulder, he can imagine how beautiful he is, the way his skin glows in the sunlight, sweat lightly sheening his chest. The way his curls fall against his shoulders. It makes him tremble, simply thinking of how beautiful Klaus must look in this moment.

"Klaus," he says on an exhale, his name spoken with reverence. Obi-Wan feels utterly full, Klaus's cock inside of him, and he moans breathlessly and rocks back against him. "Please."

It already feels so good. He feels so utterly connected to Klaus, so loved and so in love. Yet every day it gets better, it feels like something more that builds and builds between them.

Klaus knows that Obi-Wan usually prefers to look at him while they fuck, but there’s something wonderful about doing it like this, pressed close with Klaus’s chest against Obi-Wan’s back, with Klaus’s precious dog tags pressed between their bodies.

“Shh, I’ve got you,” Klaus murmurs, sliding his hand into Obi-Wan’s hair to pull it away from the nape of his neck. “I just want you to feel it, my darling. Let me take care of you.”

He positions himself to one side, resting most of his weight on an elbow and knee as he draws his cock out nearly all the way and then plunges it in again, letting Obi-Wan feel the entire length of it each time. Slow pull back, hard punch forward, over and over again as Klaus lets out a low, drawn out moan against the side of Obi-Wan’s neck.

In this moment, Klaus surprises himself by feeling a little possessive. It’s a fleeting thing brought on by the passion of the moment, but he can’t help the thought.

Mine, he thinks. This is all mine.

Obi-Wan isn’t sleeping with anyone else but if he wanted to, Klaus wouldn’t really mind. Sex is just sex until it’s this, until it’s lovemaking, two bodies so connected that they might as well be one. Obi-Wan can fuck whoever he wants, but Klaus is the only one that gets to have this.

“You feel so good,” Klaus whispers against Obi-Wan’s ear, pulling back until just the head of his cock remains in Obi’s body. He stays there for a long moment just to tease him, and the thrusts his hips forward again, sinking in deep as he can and grinding his hips against Obi-Wan’s ass. “I love you, Obi. Fuck, I love you so much. I wanna spend all day inside of you.”

Having Klaus pressed so close to him feels amazing, their bodies moving as one, and he lets Klaus have control. He sets the pace, moves their hips, takes over, and Obi-Wan simply moves with him, follows his lead. His hands are braced on the floor, his knees pressed into the cushions, and his head rolls to one side as Klaus's fingers twine in his hair.

A gasp slips from between his lips when Klaus pulls out so slowly, making it last, then snaps forward again. He's doing it on purpose, making sure Obi-Wan knows it, and he can't help but laugh as well, the sound rough and pleased. They know each other so well, better than anyone in this city, he thinks, and all this, that knowledge, it's sacred between them.

"I love you," he breathes, pressing back against Klaus, meeting each thrust. "I love you terribly, Klaus."

It's only after Klaus heard those words that he realized just how desperate he was for them. He was so afraid of getting hurt that he pushed people away, put up walls, but all he ever wanted was this, to be loved and accepted for who he is. Flaws and all. Obi-Wan sees him and that's a terrifying thing, but it's also so wonderful to be known.

Klaus moans and plasters himself against Obi-Wan's back, wrapping an arm around his middle as he rolls them onto their sides without breaking their connection. Their bodies stretch out on their sides along the cushions, legs tangling, and Klaus puts a hand between Obi-Wan's thighs grab under his knee.

"Put your leg up like this," Klaus murmurs as he rests Obi-Wan's thigh on top of his own, opening him up so Klaus can continue to roll his hips, this time with shallower, more steady thrusts. One arm slides Obi-Wan's neck to curl around the front of his shoulders, and his other hand slides down Obi-Wan's chest and stomach to curl around his cock, not stroking but just holding to feet the heat and weight of it in his palm.

"Does that mean that I can stay inside of you all day?" Klaus teases in a low, fond voice, lips brushing Obi-Wan's ear, tongue peeking out to trace the shell of it. He's clutching at Obi-Wan as he fucks him, holding tight to the most precious thing that's ever been his. "There's nowhere else I would rather be, sweetheart, than right here with you."

"You don't think you would get bored eventually?" Obi-Wan asks, breathlessly teasing as he tips his head back to allow Klaus better access to his ear, his throat, anywhere he likes. Being held like this is a rare thing, wrapped up in Klaus's arms, not because they don't often spend time wrapped around one another, but at this moment it's entirely Obi-Wan within the circle of Klaus's arms. He has no real control over how they move, how Klaus chooses to hold him, and he feels, in an unfamiliar way, taken care of.

"Or hungry?" he asks, still managing to tease, even though his entire body feels as if it's alight with pleasure. Klaus's long fingers are wrapped around his cock, and it feels delicious, just that pressure, combined with the sensation of being so utterly full.

He, too, could stay here all day, he thinks. Obi-Wan tilts his head again, twists slightly, nuzzles his nose until the curve of Klaus's throat as he moans softly.

“If I ever get bored while inside you, just put me out to pasture because I’m done,” Klaus teases, nuzzling behind Obi-Wan’s ear as he slowly rocks his hips. Klaus isn’t good at being still, but this is an exception. When he’s with Obi-Wan like this, there is nowhere else in the world that he’d rather be.

“I’ll feed you with my fingers,” he continues to tease breathlessly, because he knows that they’ll have to part eventually for essential things, but he loves the thought of staying inside of him for as long as possible, utterly content and whole in the light of this sunbeam.

Obi-Wan seems to enjoy being held like this, tight against Klaus’s chest, so he vows to have more sleepy mornings like this. He’ll try harder to get up before him sometimes, to bring him breakfast and fuck him awake, because Obi-Wan deserves to be taken care of just as much as he takes care of Klaus.

Obi-Wan twists and Klaus lets one hand glide up his chest to loosely cover his throat, holding him there with his palm resting against Obi-Wan’s pulse. His other hand gives Obi-Wan’s cock another squeeze and then lets go only long enough to lift his hand and spit in his palm before returning it, stroking in time with the slow, deep thrusts of his cock.

“Maybe I’ll see how long I can keep you here like this,” he murmurs in Obi-Wan’s ear, nipping playfully at the lobe of it before grunting softly. “Really draw it out.”

"What wonderful torture," Obi-Wan murmurs, still surprised some days by how much they can accomplish together. Klaus can make him feel utterly undone, as if he can't possibly wait another moment to touch him or kiss him, to feel his skin beneath his fingertips. And yet they can have moments like this, too, where Obi-Wan feels as if he's just barely moving, Klaus inside of him, each stroke and thrust slow and measured and wonderfully loving.

It's all loving, he knows. And he is so very lucky.

"You could probably get me to tell you anything like this," he says, his breath hitching with another thrust of Klaus's cock deep inside of him. "You would be able to take down the entire Jedi Council if you were to get me alone in a room and simply touch me."

But Klaus is too good a person to ever want such a thing. He is too good to ever think such a thing and this is why Obi-Wan can say it at all, knowing Klaus would never use what exists between them to take advantage of anything.

"Mm, there's a fun image," he murmurs with a chuckle, because he can easily imagine the two of them playing with such a scenario, but it would be all pretend. Klaus hasn't been a very good person in the past. He's screwed over people he cared about, made selfish and impulsive decisions without taking a moment to think about how they might affect anyone else.

He'd like to think that he's a better person now. Now great, but better, and part of the reason is reconnecting with his siblings but also because of the man currently in his arms. He would never do anything to put Obi-Wan in danger, and he certainly would never use sex with him as a weapon. It's far too precious for that. All that aside, it is fun to pretend.

"You're saying that I could fuck all the secrets out of you, Kenobi?" he says in a low purr of a voice, right against Obi-Wan's ear. The arm under Obi-Wan's head curls up to cross over his chest, pulling him in tighter against Klaus's body as his hips rock backward only to snap forward again. "I must be very powerful indeed."

"I'm saying I'm a bit of a lost cause when it comes to you," Obi-Wan answers with a laugh that's cut short as Klaus's hips snap forward, his cock buried inside of him. He inhales sharply, shuddering into the sensation, more than happy to enjoy every single second of this wonderful time.

While he had thoroughly enjoyed every moment of Klaus in a very different body, he can't deny he missed Klaus just like this.

"But yes," he agrees breathlessly. "You are terribly powerful. Only a fool would deny such a thing." And not only because Klaus is so beautiful, so absolutely desirable. He is a powerful, wonderful person and Obi-Wan is truly lucky.

"You are not alone in that, babe," Klaus assures him, letting out a helpless chuckle as he nuzzles just below Obi-Wan's ear. He tried to resist what this was, tried to convince himself that he didn't want it because he was too afraid to lose it, but Obi-Wan took apart that wall brick by patient brick and buried himself inside of Klaus's heart. He lives there now, and Klaus wouldn't want it any other way.

He kisses Obi-Wan's neck and then the top of his shoulder before slowly pulling out of him, wanting too badly to see his face. After putting a pillow down, he shifts their bodies until Obi-Wan is on his back with Klaus between his legs, leaning over him a fond smile.

"That's better," he sighs out, groaning as he guides his cock back into Obi-Wan's body. He puts one hand on Obi-Wan's thigh and plants the other into the cushion next to his shoulder, hair tumbling down to almost create a curtain around their faces, foreheads nearly touching as he starts to roll his hips again. "Hello there."

"Hello," Obi-Wan answers with a low laugh, slipping his arms around Klaus, his palms sliding along Klaus's back. While there isn't a moment of being with Klaus he doesn't enjoy, he does have to admit these moments are his favourite, the ones when they're connected so completely, when they can look each other in the eye. Klaus is so close, their foreheads nearly touching, his hair sweeping along Obi-Wan's shoulders, and he smiles and presses up away from the cushions to kiss Klaus once, soft and sweet.

One hand moves up, sliding along Klaus's spine and up the back of his neck to hold on. The other roves down, slipping over the curve of his ass to pull him close, and Obi-Wan's calf hooks around the back of Klaus's thigh.

"This is better," he agrees, breath catching in his throat as Klaus's cock sinks deeper inside. "Stars, Klaus, so much better. I love being able to look at you."

"I do love being looked at," he jokes, but his tone is unmistakably fond. Before Obi-Wan, he had sex in pretty much every position there is (and even a few he made up on the spot), but missionary was sort of a rarity. He thought it was too boring, but now he thinks that it was maybe too intimate.

It's eye contact and sharing breath, and Klaus feels like Obi-Wan is not only looking at him but into him, like he can see everything. Which would be terrifying except Obi-Wan likes what he sees, for some unearthly reason, and Klaus is so grateful that he could cry.

"You're so beautiful," Klaus murmurs as he reaches up to cup the side of Obi-Wan's face, mouth falling open on a moan as he rocks his hips a little faster than before. "I can't believe I found you."

"I'm so glad you did," Obi-Wan answers, though his lips part, mouth falling open as Klaus's hips move and he's deeper still, thrusting a bit quicker. Words escape Obi-Wan now, at least for the moment, and he just allows himself to sink into the sensation of the moment.

He's here, wrapped up in this man he loves, in a world without war. Life will never be perfect, Obi-Wan has no such expectations, but as far as his future goes, this is much better than he had ever imagined himself having. There is peace in Darrow. There is family and there is love. More love than he thinks he's ever known before and so much of that is because of this man right here.

"Please," he murmurs without knowing what he's asking for. More, he thinks, just more. Of everything Klaus is willing to give.

Obi-Wan asks, and Klaus is helpless against it, so he plants his palm more securely into the cushion and adjusts the angle of his hips so he can change the pace. He fucks Obi-Wan a little faster, striking his prostate with each thrust, and reaches between their bodies to wrap his fingers around Obi-Wan's cock.

"I want you to come for me, darling," Klaus purrs out, stroking in time with his thrusts. He stares down at Obi-Wan, awed by the open pleasure on his face. Normally, Obi-Wan is so composed. He keeps his cool in nearly any situation, but Klaus has the power to fuck that out of him. His face is as naked as the rest of him, contorted in pleasure, and Klaus is entranced. "You're so beautiful when you come."

"Stars, I love you," Obi-Wan answers on a heavy exhale, although it isn't as if Klaus has asked him a question. It's only that Klaus speaks, he touches Obi-Wan, he merely exists, and Obi-Wan feels his chest expanding to fit more love, more care for a universe that allowed such a man to be born, to flourish, to have found him.

After infinite sadness, this is where he is.

Klaus's thrusts and strokes are both sure and quick and still loving. It doesn't take long before Obi-Wan's breath comes quicker, his muscles grow tighter, he can feel his balls drawing closer, his entire body coiled like a spring about to snap.

When his orgasm rolls over him, Obi-Wan groans, his hands grasping at Klaus, trying to touch, to hold him close. He comes on Klaus's hand, on himself, his stomach and his chest, and he knows he'll need to shower sooner rather than later, get that out of his chest hair, but right now all he can think of is how wonderful he feels.

“I love you, too,” Klaus gasps out just in time for Obi-Wan to come, body trembling through an intense orgasm. He fucks Obi-Wan through it, grunting as he ducks his head down to lick up a salty drop of come from Obi-Wan’s collarbone.

His thrusts go a little more erratic, and he fucks into Obi-Wan a few more times before his own orgasm overtakes him and he comes with a shout, hips jerking as he empties himself deep into Obi-Wan’s body.

He gasps against Obi-Wan’s jaw and grabs his chin, turning his head so he can kiss him again, deep and passionate as he relaxes against Obi-Wan’s body, in no hurry to leave.

Utterly worn out, all Obi-Wan can do is wrap his arms around Klaus and kiss him in return. They'll need to get up at some point, clean themselves, get dressed again, but he doesn't want to move now. At this moment, all he wants is to stay right here with Klaus's weight upon him, their bodies pressed together.

He smiles against Klaus's mouth, then kisses him again, his hands stroking down the length of his back.

"Well, that was a lovely return to normal," he teases with a soft laugh.

"I'll say," he replies with a laugh of his own, kissing Obi-Wan again, on the mouth and his chin and then the side of his neck. He blows a raspberry against his skin just because he can, and then gently eases out of him and rolls over onto his back next to him on the cushions, arms flung out to the side.

"It feels like you just threw my cock a ticker tape parade," he pants out, laughing again as he reaches up to push his sweaty hair back from his face. "Woo hoo, our boys are home from the war!"

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