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Admittedly, this holiday makes even less sense to Obi-Wan than the others that have been explained to him thus far in Darrow. At least birthdays and Christmas and New Year's Eve have significance in terms of family and the turning over of a new leaf, so to speak, while Valentine's Day seems to be a day based solely in capitalism and commercialism.

He can't even begin to comprehend the winged babies who carry a bow and arrow he's seen depicted in a good number of decorations across the city.

His lack of understanding hasn't prevented him from buying Klaus a box of dark chocolate covered strawberries from a candy shop and bakery near his apartment. Earlier in the day he had stopped there, staring at the treats through the window, then he had gone inside on a whim, knowing Klaus would like them regardless of whether or not they had anything to do with the day itself.

What he's most interested in at this point is the meteor. He's heard a bit of gossip regarding it and it seems that a select group of people believe it's going to hit Darrow and obliterate everything, which Obi-Wan finds extremely unlikely. The chances of an impact event large enough to wipe out life are extremely low, though he supposes it isn't impossible. In either case, he sees little reason to worry. He's doubtful it will happen and if it does, there's nothing to be done about it at this late stage.

However, any sort of meteor may eventually be visible in the night sky and so it's with this plan in mind that he walks to the Hargreeves house, the box of chocolates held in his hands. Klaus had assured him the roof of the house would be the best place to watch him and he can't disagree. The roof of his own building was already filled with people when he set out half an hour earlier.

When he gets close, he sends Klaus a text message to let him know he's near, then heads for the front door to politely knock.

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"That's a very good. Most things exist in gray areas," Klaus says thoughtfully, letting his hand travel up and down Obi-Wan's arm. "And, at least in my experience, the quickest want to make anyone, especially kids, want to do something is to forbid it."

The heater is doing a good job at combating the cold, but the later it gets, the more the temperature drops. Klaus shivers and then squirms a bit so that they're both on their sides, facing each other, and Klaus reaches for a blanket he brought up, tossing it over them before pressing himself against Obi-Wan's chest.

"It's probably times like these that having any body fat would come in handy," he jokes, but the blanket, not to mention being pressed against Obi-Wan, chases away the chill.

What Klaus says is absolutely true and Obi-Wan finds he often wonders about that. If the idea that relationships were forbidden is what drove Anakin toward Padmé, but he thinks, at least in this case, the explanation is too simplistic. It ignores the genuine love they have for one another and implies they're together only because it wasn't meant to be.

That hadn't been the case with his love for Satine either.

But the idea that it was forbidden did mean Anakin kept it from Obi-Wan, which is part of what led him down the path he could no longer control.

When Klaus covers them in a blanket and presses closer, Obi-Wan shifts his focus, wanting to be here in this moment. He smiles and wraps his arms properly around Klaus again, then says, "We can go inside. I can help you get the mattress back down into your bedroom."

“Oh my God. Of course you can,” Klaus says with a laugh, tossing his head back with it, because the thought hadn’t even occurred to him. As impressive as Obi’s powers are, they are not the first thing that comes to mind when Klaus thinks of him. That would be his kindness or his humor, and yes, sometimes his beautiful face. And cock.

“Do you know how long it took me to drag this mattress up here by myself?” He lets out another laugh and then lets Obi-Wan draw him in closer, leaning in to give him a soft kiss. “We could do that. I can come back up and clean everything else up tomorrow.”

He smiles and nudges his nose against Obi-Wan’s, pausing for a moment before continuing. “Vanya usually makes something for breakfast. Will you stay and eat with us?”

Klaus’s family is crazy, and he loves them. He’s grateful for every meal that they share together, and he wants Obi-Wan to be a part of that. A part of their family.

That Klaus did drag up the mattress on his own is part of what makes it all so special. He's gone out of his way, made this extra effort, done all these beautiful things to give them this space for the evening and Obi-Wan certainly isn't taking that for granted. Tomorrow he'll stay, not only to eat with them, but to help Klaus clean up as well. There is no reason for him not to be helpful in that regard, especially when he's very much benefited from this evening as well.

"You should leave the lights up," he suggests. "I imagine your siblings might like to use this space, too, and it's a lovely addition."

But then he leans in and kisses Klaus again, because there are more important things to consider than cleaning up the rooftop. "Yes," he says. "I would love to stay for breakfast tomorrow. And now, I would love to get dressed again, although only temporarily, and put your bed back in your bedroom so we might make excessive use of it once more."

"Excessive use," Klaus repeats with a fond laugh, nodding as he leans in for another kiss. He blows a noisy raspberry against Obi-Wan's cheek and then rolls away to stand, stretching his arms over his head and shivering. There is a sticky mess between his legs, one that reminds him all over again what they've done here tonight, and he smiles as he reaches for his pants.

Once he's dressed, he unplugs the lights and then the heater, and then gathers the blanket and puts it over his shoulders. He tucks a pillow under each arm and then grabs the bottle of champagne, yelping softly when ice cold water drips along his front.

"Okay, work your Jedi magic so we can go have more sex," Klaus says with a grin, winking at Obi-Wan before going over to open the door that leads back into the house. A glance at his phone before he tucks it into his pocket tells him that it isn't actually as late as he thought it was, leaving as sort of a toss up as to whether his siblings are still awake or not. They'll have to be quieter, but that's okay. They've gotten the more spirited stuff out of their systems tonight.

Getting dressed once again is actually more uncomfortable than he had anticipated it being, but Obi-Wan likes the reasons why it is and he smiles as he dresses, doing up his trousers and then slipping his boots back onto his feet.

"Don't forget these," he says to Klaus, using the Force to lift the box of chocolate covered strawberries, floating them along to Klaus so he can take them along with the champagne. Then he turns back to the mattress and focuses on it, letting it float off the roof, rotating it in the air as he turns toward the door that will lead them back down into Klaus's room. The mattress is really very easy to move, especially in comparison to many of the other things he's lifted in his life, and he follows Klaus down the stairs and down the hall, back into his bedroom.

There, he settles the mattress back where it's meant to be, then leans over, making sure the fitted sheet is tucked in properly before he turns to Klaus and reaches for the pillows to set them at the head of the bed.

"Good as new," he comments, reaching over to tuck his fingers into the belt loop of Klaus's trousers.

Klaus turns to see the box of strawberries floating through the air, and he lets out a delighted laugh as he reaches out to take it. The mattress soon follows, and Klaus gives Obi-Wan a fond look as it does. He grew up surrounded by people with powers, so Obi-Wan being able to move things with his mind isn't all that unbelievable, but it's still impressive.

Once they're back in his room and everything is settled, Klaus sets the strawberries on the nightstand and tosses the throw onto the bed, smiling as Obi-Wan tugs him in by his belt loops. He kicks off his shoes and takes a long sip from the champagne bottle, letting his hips sway forward as he does.

"If you would be so kind as to get naked again," he says with a grin, handing the bottle over so he can pull his shirt over his head and kick his pants off. After grabbing the wipes from his nightstand, he tugs one out and reaches back to clean himself up, and then pushes Obi-Wan back until he's sitting on the bed. He tugs his boots off and then his pants, and then grabs a new wipe to clean him up as well. It's a very intimate thing, cleaning his own come from between Obi's legs, and he bites his lip as he tosses the wipe towards the trash.

"We're going to save so much money on condoms," he says with a laugh, taking the bottle back and setting it on the nightstand so he can tug Obi-Wan's shirt off. Once they're both naked, he crawls into Obi-Wan's lap, straddling his thighs and looping his arms around Obi-Wan's shoulders and giving him a warm smile.

It's a rather luxurious feeling, allowing himself to be taken care of in such a manner, both intimate and relaxing. When Klaus passes him the champagne bottle, Obi-Wan takes a drink from it, then settles on the bed, a little sound slipping out of him as Klaus cleans his skin. If he hadn't been in love before, he knows he would be now, after all the effort Klaus has put forth tonight to make this something special. To give him these moments of quiet, of calm and relaxation, moments when he feels important, not because he's a Jedi or a general, but because someone loves him.

This wonderful man loves him.

"Ah, yes," he murmurs when Klaus climbs into his lap, his arms wrapped around his waist. A teasing grin curves his lips beneath his moustache. "Saving money, the primary motivation I had behind suggesting we get tested so we might have sex without condoms. Nothing at all to do with the intimacy or how it feels."

He spends so little to begin with, needing nothing more than food and to pay for his utilities. Being able to buy things for Klaus has been one of the things he most enjoys about having access to funds in Darrow.

"Hm, now that you mention it, I suppose there are other upsides," he teases, nudging his nose against Obi-Wan's and cupping his cheeks to give him a soft kiss. "It did feel pretty amazing, didn't it?"

He kisses Obi-Wan again and then pushes him back onto the bed, crawling over him on all fours and reaching out to grab the lube from his nightstand. Holding it in his fist, he plants it into the bed next to Obi-Wan's shoulder and leans down to kiss him again, a little deeper this time.

"Maybe we should try again," he murmurs against Obi-Wan's mouth, nipping lightly at his bottom lip. "Just to be sure."

After another kiss, Klaus sits up on his knees and slicks his fingers, smiling as he reaches down to drag them down the length of Obi-Wan's cock. It's still mostly soft, and Klaus waits for it to start to thicken before giving it a few slow strokes. "What do you think?"

Though Klaus's hands have become familiar over the past several months, Obi-Wan hasn't gotten used to them so much as he's begun to crave them. When he thinks about being intimate with anyone, it's always Klaus who comes to mind. His hands, his mouth, the feel of his skin and the shift of his muscles. Obi-Wan will lay no claim on Klaus and would never expect to, but he doesn't feel any particular to desire for anyone else.

Perhaps with Klaus present, it might be different. But then Klaus would still be there, he would still be the driving influence behind Obi-Wan's desire.

Now isn't the time for such thoughts. Now all he wants is to focus on how Klaus's hands feel as they stroke his cock, slowly bringing it to hardness, and he shivers with pleasure, biting his lip as he tilts his head and looks at Klaus. Beautiful, brilliant Klaus who has done so much for him and so much for himself. Obi-Wan doesn't know if he's ever met someone as determined and resilient as Klaus.

"Yes," he murmurs, his hands gliding up Klaus's thighs as he pushes up onto his elbows so he can kiss Klaus before falling back against the bed once more. "Let's try again. As many times as possible."

The way that Obi-Wan looks at Klaus threatens to undo him sometimes. No one has ever looked at Klaus like Obi does, like he's the only person in the entire world. The love is so clearly visible in his gaze, and Klaus loses himself in it for a moment, unwavering until Obi-Wan leans up to kiss him.

He blinks and then smiles, watching Obi-Wan as he settles back onto the bed. He's just so beautiful in a way that Klaus can never seem to get used to. It strikes him over and over again, taking his breath away. The crystal blue of his eyes, the charming crookedness of his teeth, the distinguished strands of gray at his temples. All of these small things add up to make up the most perfect thing that Klaus has ever seen.

It feels like he can't wait another second to have Obi-Wan inside of him, and he remembers that he doesn't have to. He's still open enough that he doesn't bother fingering himself. Instead, he just positions himself over Obi-Wan's cock and stares down at his face as he lowers himself down onto it, groaning softly as he sinks down all the way, taking Obi-Wan as deeply into his body as possible.

"Yeah, pretty good," he breathes out with a grin, resting one hand on Obi-Wan's stomach as he rocks his hips a bit, adjusting to the size of him. "Fuck, you have the most perfect cock, do you know that? Just absolute top shelf, and it feels even better like this."

"Stars," Obi-Wan breathes as Klaus sinks down onto him. He has to remember they're inside now, with Klaus's siblings not all that far away, some of them just on the other side of the wall. He has to make the effort to not be quite so loud as they had been on the roof, but it just feels so incredibly good, the heat of Klaus's body around his cock, the rocking of his hips, even the press of his palm against Obi-Wan's stomach.

He is so terribly in love with this man. So deeply, utterly in love with him. He hadn't expected it to happen and perhaps this is part of why it feels so all encompassing, so wonderfully overwhelming, having this chance again, one he thought had long ago left his life.

"Look at you," he murmurs, sliding his hands up Klaus's thighs again before he lifts his hips, pressing himself deeper into Klaus's body. "You're incredible. Absolutely stunning."

Though it's quite the sight, seeing Klaus astride him like he is, Obi-Wan wants to touch him, wants to be physically close to him. He rises from the bed once more, the muscles in his abdomen contracting against Klaus's palm, then wraps his arm around Klaus's waist and braces one hand against the bed. "Look at you," he breathes again before pressing his mouth to Klaus's shoulder, his teeth pressing against skin as he uses the support of the bed to push up again, thrusting up into Klaus.

Obi-Wan thrusts up into him and Klaus whimpers, though he isn't sure if it's from the pleasure or the way that Obi is looking at him, eyes wide and so, so blue. Obi looks at him and Klaus feels helpless, swept away by this all-consuming love and desire, but he knows that he's safe all the same. He doesn't have to be afraid of this, not anymore, because it's mutual and strong and nothing that Klaus could protect himself from would make not having these moments worth it.

He needs this, needs Obi-Wan, and he knows that he's not supposed to. He knows that Obi-Wan isn't supposed to need him like Klaus knows that he does, but he can't bring himself to regret messing up the carefully constructed order in Obi-Wan's life. It feels like they were meant to find each other and somehow, in this strange little bubble outside of time and space, they have.

Obi-Wan sits up and Klaus wraps his arms around Obi's shoulders, pressing his mouth against Obi's temple to muffle a whimper as he's fucked so beautifully, each thrust striking a spot within him that makes him see stars behind his eyelids. He pulls back enough to cup Obi-Wan's cheek, staring at him as he bites his lip to stifle another moan.

"You make me feel so good," Klaus pants out quietly, and he doesn't just mean the sex. Obi-Wan makes him feel good in a myriad of ways, makes him feel important and smart and cared for, like he matters not just to Obi-Wan but to the world in general. It's dizzying sometimes, just how good Obi-Wan makes him feel.

"I love you," he gasps out, whimpering at a particularly well placed thrust, just before he catches Obi-Wan's mouth in a deep, passionate kiss.

Those are words he never expected to hear again. Not after losing Satine. The way they sound from Klaus's lips makes Obi-Wan feel all over again as if he's been pulled open with the most delicate touch, as if parts of him have been peeled back layer by layer, each one treated like something special. His life has been good in every possible way, so much of what he wanted had come true, he had been a Jedi Master, trained a brilliant Padawan, he had been happy.

But he would have left it all behind in a second if Satine had asked him to.

And now he's here again, willing to leave it behind for Klaus. Willing to try a new approach to this life he's been so deeply involved with for such a terribly long time. He doesn't regret any of it.

In this position, he can't touch Klaus quite like he wants to, but it feels so good and he can't stop yet. His hand braced against the bed gives him leverage to thrust up into Klaus, into the impossible heat of him, and he moans into the kiss and then his head tips back, his eyes closed as his chest heaves with each breath.

Klaus never thought he would love anyone like this again. He was certain of it, absolutely certain that his heart would remain closed off in that way forever, but then along came Obi-Wan. He wasn't expecting this kind man with his warm eyes and soft smile, was expecting even less that such a man would take a genuine interest in him, let alone fall for him, but that's what happened. He couldn't have stopped it even if he wanted to.

Now they're here, unable to keep their hands off of each other, fucking each other bare, which is another thing that Klaus said he would never do. Obi-Wan is the exception to so many of his rules, blowing past every barrier that he had constructed around himself. And Klaus couldn't be happier for it.

Obi-Wan's head tips back and Klaus stares at him, so obvious and open with his pleasure, and Klaus's thighs tremble as he lifts himself up to meet each thrust. He reaches between their bodies to fist his cock, ducking his head to press his mouth to the juncture of Obi-Wan's neck and shoulder, biting to keep from crying out as pleasure builds at the base of his spine, growing hotter and hotter.

"Obi," he breathes out, biting down again as he shudders in Obi's grasp, coming between them with a muffled whimper.

"Stars, Klaus, yes," Obi-Wan breathes, using the strength of his arm to help, to move together with him. The press of Klaus's teeth against his shoulder makes him moan and he knows he's meant to be keeping his voice down and he's trying, he truly is, but he feels things with Klaus he hasn't felt in such a very long time.

This is much more hurried than earlier, almost rushed, and yet that makes it feel even better, too. Like they can't stop, they can't help but want each other, and Obi-Wan wonders if there had ever been a chance this wasn't going to happen. If some turn of events on one of their first nights together might have changed the outcome.

If so, he's so deeply grateful it didn't happen. Because this is wonderful and important and he will do whatever he want to make Klaus feel just how wonderful and important for as long as he wants Obi-Wan.

"I love you," he breathes, feeling the way Klaus's muscles tense around him as he comes. "Oh, kriff, Klaus, you feel so incredible and I- I love you, I-" His words catch, his breath catches as he buries himself in Klaus, coming with a low moan.

"Shh, shh, I know," Klaus whispers with a fond laugh, catching Obi-Wan's face with a hand on his cheek and pressing their mouths together, smiling against Obi's lips to try and keep him quiet. Obi's cock pulses inside of him, emptying into him, and Klaus lets out a pleased him, biting softly at Obi's bottom lip before pulling back to look at him.

He feels sated and nearly giddy, and he presses Obi-Wan back by the shoulders until he's flat against the bed again. Klaus follows after him, keeping Obi-Wan inside of his body as he settles on top of him, threading his fingers through Obi-Wan's and lifting their joined hands to pin them against the bed above Obi-Wan's head.

"You're quite loud," he teases in a stage whisper, chuckling as he presses soft, fond kisses all over Obi-Wan's face, biting playfully at the tip of his nose.

"I am not," Obi-Wan protests, although he suspects he may have been, if only for a moment. If anyone is to blame, however, it's most certainly Klaus, for being incredible and wonderful, for feeling as good as he does. For having caused Obi-Wan to fall in love with him in the first place.

His arms stretch overhead when Klaus threads their fingers and he laughs softly at the scrape of teeth on his nose, wrinkling it slightly under the pressure. The way they're lying now, he can feel the warmth of where Klaus has come between them, his own cock still pressed inside of Klaus's body, the two of them still connected, still wrapped up in one another.

He turns his head to kiss Klaus properly, his lips soft, his breathing slowly returning to normal, his hands tightening on Klaus's where they lay above his head. He kisses him slowly, thoroughly, then whispers, "I love you," against his mouth.

When their mouths meet again, Klaus lets go of one of Obi's hands to touch his face instead, carding his fingers through the soft hair at Obi's temple. Klaus shivers pleasantly at that soft utterance, pressing his smile to Obi-Wan's mouth.

"I know you do," he whispers back. It's important that Obi-Wan hears that too, he thinks. Sometimes it seems unreal to him, like more than he ever could have dreamed of. Sometimes he doesn't know why, but he believes Obi-Wan when he says that he loves Klaus. He doesn't doubt it for a second. Not only tells he tell Klaus, but he shows him every day.

"I love you too, Obi-Wan Kenobi," he says with a grin, because saying his name never gets old. "I love you, and this cute little beauty mark," he adds, pressing his lips to the dark spot on his cheekbone. "And this very impressive beard."

"Oh, I'm glad you like it," Obi-Wan answers with a laugh, pressing his cheek into Klaus's palm. Though they've just had sex and Obi-Wan knows the day in particular is meant to celebrate romance, he's learned by now that Klaus doesn't mind when he speaks of Satine. Being able to speak of her so freely is actually a wonderful thing, something he'd had no idea he needed the way he does.

Like so much of what he's experienced with Klaus, it's wonderfully freeing.

"Satine hated it," he admits, grinning. "She said she didn't like that it covered my handsome face. And those were her exact words, I would never presume to call myself handsome."

He's aware of how he looks, that people do appreciate it, but it had never been something he had considered for long. It had never really mattered terribly much and it still doesn't. Klaus's opinion is the only one he truly cares about at all.

"Hm, well. Maybe she had a point," Klaus teases, smiling at Obi-Wan as he reaches up to give his beard a playful tug. It truly doesn't bother Klaus to have Satine mentioned, even here in this intimate moment, because she is a part of Obi-Wan. Klaus cannot truly love him without accepting her place in his heart.

"Because of course you're very handsome, and now you're telling me that there is even more handsome underneath all of this?" He traces his fingertip along Obi's bottom lip, and then twists one end of his mustache. "More cute moles? Now I am curious and I want to see all of your face."

He does think that he'd like to see all of Obi-Wan's face, and that he would like good with stubble (because he looks good always), but he would never ask Obi-Wan to change how he looks for Klaus. It wouldn't even occur to him. He's just teasing.

"If I shave entirely, I look like a child," Klaus says with a laugh, rubbing his chin against Obi-Wan's shoulder. "I'm not just shaving off hair, but a whole decade."

"Oh, well, that I would like to see," Obi-Wan says, smiling as Klaus rubs his chin on his shoulder. "You can't simply tease something like that and then not follow through."

He doesn't expect it at all, would never want Klaus to change anything about himself just because Obi-Wan wanted to see something. He would also never presume to expect Klaus would keep himself looking a certain way because Obi-Wan does like it. No matter how many he enjoys Klaus's long hair, for example, he knows he would like him just as much as he woke up tomorrow and decided to cut if off.

Because it's Klaus he likes. Beautiful, brilliant Klaus.

"I'm not even sure why I grew it," he admits. "Qui-Gon had a beard and after he died and I became a Jedi Knight and was able to cut my Padawan braid, I also started to grow a beard and then just never went back."

"Tit for tat, master," Klaus teases, though he wouldn't mind. He can't even really grow a beard, not like Obi-Wan, but his own goatee would grow back fast enough. Maybe he'll shave one of these days and surprise him. Maybe he can pair the look with another set of stockings.

He's planning an entire sexy evening in his head when Obi-Wan says something that snaps his attention back to the present, and he presses his hand into the mattress so he can prop himself up over Obi-Wan and quirk a brow.

"Padawan braid," he says with a skeptical look. "Explain."

"No," Obi-Wan answers, laughing. "You'll judge me."

He doesn't really mind, though, because while he understands there is a certain lack of aesthetic appeal to the Padawan braid, it is still a rather sacred physical representation of the Padawan and their ranking within the Jedi order. Obi-Wan was proud to wear his, prouder still to be able to cut it off once he had reached the rank of Jedi Knight.

"When Jedi are taken on as a Padawan by their Master, they grow a braid," he explains, still smiling. "It doesn't need to be all their hair, just a small portion worn on the right side, but it must be grown until they pass the trials and become a Jedi Knight, at which point it is shorn off. In the case of Jedi who can't grow hair, there are alternatives, beads that are added to each year they're a Padawan."

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"You're telling me that I fell in love with someone who had a rat tail?" Klaus laughs, but it turns into a fond smile. Rat tail or not, it was obviously something very special to Obi-Wan. "I won't judge you, but I will make my strong preference for your current hairstyle known."

Smiling, he runs his fingers through Obi-Wan's hair, messing it up as he leans in for another kiss. He stretches out his legs as best he can with Obi-Wan still inside of him, slowly softening. Klaus isn't prepared to move, not just yet.

"Does this mean you know how to braid?" Klaus makes a show of tossing his hair over one shoulder and batting his eyelashes. "If you ever feel like practicing, I know where you can find some very beautiful hair."