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(october 1)

Today is Klaus's birthday.

Technically, it's the birthday for all the Hargreeves siblings, and while Obi-Wan thinks they might usually want to have a party, he suspects Ben's recent disappearance is likely still weighing too heavily on all of them for such a thing. Still, he wants to acknowledge the day, so he sends flowers to the others, a big bouquet for them to display in their home, accompanied by a nice box of chocolates the woman at the flower shop had kindly suggested.

Klaus, though, he has something else for. Knowing how he's been feeling lately about being in the house without Ben, Obi-Wan takes care to invite Klaus over this evening, making it a special invitation. The apartment is, of course, always open to him and they both know it, but he makes a greater effort this evening so that Klaus knows the day is still special.

He has arranged for a pleasant dinner to be brought to them, has purchased a nice bottle of wine, and has a small package for Klaus, a box sitting wrapped and tied with a bow on the living room table. Inside is a dog tag, just like the ones he already wears for Dave, and Obi-Wan deeply hopes it isn't too presumptuous a gift. Upon the tag, he'd had a date engraved. 01-02-2021. The first time he had ever told Klaus he loves him.

Satisfied with the entire set up, Obi-Wan takes one final look at himself in the mirror and fixes his hair as he waits for Klaus to arrive.

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The comment confirms what Klaus already knew. Obi-Wan would never ask to replace Dave in any sense. He only wants to be allowed in Obi-Wan's heart alongside of Dave, and he has been. They exist there together, in the same way Satine and Klaus exist within Obi-Wan's.

He nods and sniffles a bit, wiping at his eyes before reaching back to lift the dog tags over his head. It's the first time that he's purposely taken them off that he can remember, and he holds them in his palm, rubbing the pad of his thumb over Dave's name. He lifts the new tag from its box and rests it in his palm next to the others, smiling and wrinkling his nose as more tears threatens to fall.

And then he looks at the date on the tag again, brows furrowing as he huffs out an amused breath, looking over at Obi-Wan again. "I've known you for longer than I knew him. Loved you just as long. Ten months."

He's known Obi-Wan for longer than that. A whole year now, which is wild enough on it's own, but ten months since he said those words. "Wow."

"It's more than I ever imagined I might have," Obi-Wan answers, reaching out and curling his hand over Klaus's, over the tags he's holding in his palm. "And I'm very lucky to share your heart with someone who was clearly a wonderful and kind man."

He believes the tag makes that much clear, that he considers himself incredibly lucky, that he's more than happy to share the space he has in Klaus's life with Dave. There is no world in which he would ask Klaus to choose between them or forget this man who had been such a significant part of his life. A man whose love had convinced him to stay in a war.

With a smile, Obi-Wan leans in to kiss Klaus, soft and slow. Then he asks, "Can I put it on for you?"

Obi-Wan always has such a way with words, and what he tells Klaus is enough have tears spilling over, rolling down his cheeks as he sucks in a breath and lets it out shakily. Klaus has had two wonderful men love him after a lifetime of thinking it wasn't possible, convincing himself that he wanted no part of it.

But now he has it, and he can't imagine ever letting go.

"Please," he manages, handing the tags and chain over to Obi-Wan and then reaching up to press the heels of his palms to his eyes a moment. He wipes the tears away and then looks over at Obi-Wan with wet eyes and a trembling smile, reaching out to put his hand on Obi-Wan's knee and give it a grateful squeeze.

Obi-Wan handles the dog tags and the chain like the special things they are, unhooking the end in order to add the tag he's had made for Klaus, then closing it again. The tag hangs just behind Dave's, right where Obi-Wan thinks it should, and he smiles as he leans forward and loops the chain over Klaus's head again, laying the tags gently against his chest.

"There," he says, feeling pleased, and strangely, a little shy. This isn't the wedding ring he might have given Satine and it doesn't change how they work together, it doesn't change anything about who they are, but it still feels significant in its own special way. It's still a statement of their relationship, their love.

"Here," he adds, picking Klaus's plate up again and handing it to him. "Let's finish your birthday dinner."

When Obi-Wan puts the chain around his neck, Klaus lets out another little sob, but it's one of happiness and gratitude, and he's smiling as he reaches up to rest his hand over the tags. The look on Obi-Wan's face makes Klaus's heart seem to trip over itself, and he stares at him with a reverent expression.

They'll never propose to each other with rings, never get married, never do every conventional thing that all other couples do. They're too unique for that, but Klaus wonders if maybe they've done something more in line with their own beliefs and feelings. People that know him will see the tag and know that it means something.

Klaus expects to feel anxious over that, but he doesn't. He's leaping over all sorts of his old boundaries with Obi-Wan, and he's so far deep in this now. He's happy. He loves Obi-Wan.

"Thank you," he says again, taking the plate and leaning in to press a hard kiss to Obi-Wan's mouth, lingering there for a moment before pulling back and balancing his plate on his knees. "Okay, but then I'm going to kiss you a lot more."

"I thought this was your birthday, not mine," Obi-Wan quips lightly, smiling over at Klaus at the silly little joke he's made. But it does feel like he's the one who benefits from such things, kisses and affection, experiences he's had so little of in his life until now.

He hasn't been entirely without, of course, but nothing like what he shares with Klaus.

"Would you like a glass of wine as well?" he asks as he chews and then swallows another mouthful of food. He keeps looking at the tag resting against Klaus's chest, the one he gave him with the ones from Dave and it makes him smile, even as he stands to get them both a glass of wine.

"And what better way to celebrate than kissing a beautiful man," Klaus replies, grinning over at Obi-Wan with an adoring look on his face. He had thought that coming here might lift his spirits, but Obi-Wan far surpassed expectation, just as he always does.

"Yes, please." He cuts himself another bite and looks up to put in his mouth, but from the corner of his eye, he can see Obi-Wan looking at him. Or more specifically the tag. He looks so happy. Not possessive or smug, but just pleased. It makes Klaus full warm all over.

Once Obi-Wan is back with the wine, Klaus sets his plate on the table to take the glass instead, reaching up with his other hand to grab Obi's as soon as he lets go, holding onto it as he takes a sip.

"This is delightful," he says happily, looking at the glass before grinning at Obi-Wan. "You're learning!"

"Well, I don't think I can take all the credit," Obi-Wan answers with a soft laugh. "I did ask the gentleman at the wine store what might go with the dinner I was planning to order. They're much more knowledgeable than I can ever claim to me."

But he had gone to the nice wine store rather than the store at the corner of the street where he knows they sell wine, but the sort that comes in a box. Obi-Wan had made sure to find someone who knew what they were speaking of when it came to his recommendations.

More than anything, he wanted to give Klaus a nice, quiet birthday. Something that would be relaxing and would make him feel as loved as he truly is.

“Well, it was all perfect,” Klaus assures him, taking another sip from his glass and smiling. “This whole nice is perfect.”

He stares at Obi-Wan with a soft smile, good forgotten as he reaches up to curl his fingers around the dog tags. The thoughtfulness of the gift, all the careful consideration, has blown Klaus away. He’s never gotten such a gift, and he feels spoiled. He feels loved.

Once Obi-Wan sets his own plate down, Klaus shifts closer to him and reaches out to take his hand, bringing it up to his face to kiss his knuckles. It’s then that he realizes how long it’s been since they’ve had sex.

Weeks now, which maybe isn’t a long time for most people. But it is for them, and Klaus realizes why he’s been avoiding it. He used to use sex as a distraction, letting just about anyone fuck him to drive the noise and pain from his head, and he didn’t want to use Obi-Wan like that. He never wants to not be fully present with him.

But he’s present now. Yes, Ben is gone and he’s still grieving, but he knows that he’ll be okay. He knows that he has to be a person again.

“And what about dessert?” He asks coyly, crawling into Obi-Wan’s lap with a smile. “Did you plan anything special?”

"Actually, there is a chocolate mousse in the refrigerator," Obi-Wan answers, his voice light and teasing as his hands settle on Klaus's thighs, as if he couldn't possibly imagine Klaus meaning anything else. It's been some weeks since they've done anything in bed besides sleep, although Obi-Wan is perfectly fine with that, seeing no need to rush anything and wanting to respect Klaus's boundaries and he needs.

Besides, while their sex life is wonderful and fulfilling, Obi-Wan knows it's being able to fall asleep beside Klaus that has made all this so special for him.

"I even bought a candle to put in it," he adds, hands sliding up Klaus's thighs and then back down again, enjoying the simple act of touching him. "I was told that was a tradition most people understood, although I'm afraid I don't know the song that's meant to go along with the candle."

“My favorite,” Klaus says fondly, sliding one hand into Obi-Wan’s hair to brush it back from his face, stroking his fingertips along his scalp in a soothing, repetitive motion. His smile only grows at the mention of the candle and song, eyes crinkling at the corners. Sometimes it really feels like his heart beats for this man, who is so thoughtful and kind. This man who loves Klaus so much.

“I can teach you the song,” Klaus says as he cups a hand under Obi-Wan’s chin and gives him a soft, lingering kiss, letting his tongue sneak out to trace the seem of his lips. “After.”

He kisses Obi-Wan again, a little deeper this time, and then sits back to pull his shirt over his head, sending it soaring across the room. The new dog tag is cool against his skin, and Klaus looks down to admire them, smiling at the sight.

The playfully innocent smile disappears, becomes something softer and more genuine as Klaus leans in to kiss him, and Obi-Wan meets Klaus's mouth, sinking into the kiss. His hands glide back up Klaus's thighs, anchoring gently over his hips, holding their bodies together as they kiss, slow and certain.

He had felt no need to rush Klaus back into anything physical, but he has to admit, he does love how it feels to have Klaus wrapped in his arms.

"After," he agrees with another soft smile as Klaus rids himself of his shirt. Obi-Wan's hands slide up, smoothing over warm skin, across Klaus's back so he can hold him tighter. Then he tilts his head up for another kiss, this one deeper, still slow, but he makes no effort to hold himself back. Klaus will tell him if it's too much too soon.

Not having sex wasn't a conscious decision that he made or anything. He just wasn't up for it, pun intended, and he didn't want to use Obi-Wan in any way.

But now, after some time to process things, and after Obi-Wan has given him such a wonderful gift, he finds that he's very ready. So much so that the kiss makes him let out a soft whimper, and he reaches up to cup Obi-Wan's face in his hands as he licks into his mouth, pressing his hips against Obi-Wan's and giving them a slow roll.

"I missed this," he says breathlessly, even though it hasn't been that long. Still, he'd miss this after a day, after an hour, because it's the best thing he's ever had.

He deepens the kiss, moaning softly as he drags up Obi-Wan's sweater, only pulling away from his mouth long enough to tug it over his head before bringing their mouths back together again.

All Obi-Wan can do is hum his agreement, Klaus barely giving him a moment to reply, but he figures that sound is enough. And the way he helps Klaus get him out of his sweater, shaking it off his hand impatiently so he can bring both back to Klaus's warm skin, his palms sliding over his back before one tangles in the curls of his hair.

He loves kissing Klaus. The slow movement of their mouths, the slick of Klaus's tongue against his own, that alone is enough that Obi-Wan's cock is already straining at his trousers. He's in no rush, he would very much like to enjoy every moment of this and he sighs into Klaus's mouth, pleased and comfortable and utterly content.

"We should go into the bedroom," he suggests with a nudge of his nose against Klaus's cheek, the kiss having broken off briefly. "I'd rather be with you properly, I think, than trying to work out how to find more room on the couch."

Once they're pressed together skin to skin, Klaus wriggles happily and deepens the kiss, dragging his nails lightly through Obi-Wan's thick beard. He can feel the press of Obi's cock through his pants and Klaus hums in approval, wrapping his arms loosely around Obi-Wan's neck.

"Then you should carry us to the bedroom," Klaus pants out, grinning and nipping at Obi-Wan's neck, wanting very much to be carried. "You know I like it when my feet don't touch the ground."

Letting out another amused breath, he shifts his head to the other side of Obi-Wan's neck, holding him still as he sucks and bites a faint purple mark just below his beard.

"Mm, shall I throw you over my shoulder?" Obi-Wan asks with a low chuckle, letting his head tip to the side as Klaus's lips and teeth move over his skin. It feels wonderful, the way Klaus is touching him, and he's only teasing about throwing him over his shoulder.

Or he was, honestly, until this moment when he imagines it and imagines the sounds he might be able to get Klaus to make when he does so.

With a quick shift, Obi-Wan stands smoothly as he grabs Klaus by the waist and hoists him up. Perhaps he uses the Force just a little to help him make the transition effortless, but then, in mere moments, Klaus is slung over his shoulder and Obi-Wan happily pats his backside.

“Ooh, yes. Very manly,” Klaus teases, nipping at Obi-Wan’s throat and feeling a bit like himself for the first time in weeks. It’s a relief.

He’s expecting Obi-Wan to pick him up gently, sweeping Klaus into his arms like a swooning maiden, but instead he’s hoisted over Obi-Wan’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Klaus lets out a delighted gasp and wriggles his hips as Obi-Wan pats at his ass.

“You brute!” He cries happily, kicking one foot back as he’s carried across the room. “How dare you!”

As he’s carried, Klaus slides one hand down into the waistband of Obi-Wan’s waistband, greedily palming one ass cheek. “Are you going to have your wicked way with me?”

While Obi-Wan knows the grief of losing a loved one can't be fixed overnight, he's very glad to hear Klaus gasp, the happiness evident in that simple intake of breath. Being here doesn't solve everything, it won't make the pain go away entirely and yet he's still grateful for being able to do something, even if it's only to make Klaus feel like himself again for a short time.

Those times will become longer and longer, and Obi-Wan will be happy to be the cause of any of them.

"Your words say one thing, but your tone says another," he teases as he pushes open the bedroom door with his hip, a shiver going through him as he feels Klaus's hand on his backside. Gently, he flips Klaus off his shoulder and onto the mattress, then follows, kneeling over his leg. "Am I truly a brute then?" he asks, grinning.

Klaus makes a happy sound as he's tossed back onto the bed, and he scoots himself back into the center of it. Obi-Wan follows after him and Klaus grins as he lets himself fall back against the pillows, hair fanned out behind him as he tosses his arms out to the side.

"God, I hope so," he says with a giggle, reaching up to curl his arm around Obi-Wan's shoulders and drag him down on top of him, smiling against Obi-Wan's chin and biting playfully just below his ear. "You know how I like to be ravished."

Before Klaus can pull him forward, Obi-Wan resists for only a moment, locking his arms so he can't be pulled down, because he wants to simply look. Here is this man, lying in the middle of this bed Obi-Wan has long stopped thinking of his own and instead thinks of as theirs, his arms spread wide, his hair fanned around him, smiling and laughing. Utterly breathtaking.

With a smile, he bends his elbows and lets Klaus tug him down, tilting his head to nip back, catching the lobe of Klaus's ear gently between his teeth.

"Oh, I think between the two of us we can manage some ravishing," he answers sweetly before he finds Klaus's mouth again with his own, pulling him into a deep kiss.

The way that Obi-Wan looks at him makes Klaus look a little overwhelmed, but perhaps not in a bad way. He likes how it feels to be looked at like that, to have Obi look at him like that.

He smiles as Obi-Wan kisses him, throwing his arms around the man's neck and opening his mouth to kiss him back. His fingers slide into Obi-Wan's hair and the other slides down into his pants, gripping at his ass as he lets his thighs fall open to make room for him.

God, he missed this. Now that he's here, he doesn't know how he can ever go a day without it. Being in this bed, tucked safely under Obi-Wan while they kiss, is the safest he's ever been, the best he's ever felt.

"I can't be ravished with pants on," he says once they break the kiss, laughing breathlessly, as he drags his fingertips up the center of Obi-Wan's back.

"Oh, you know, I have a distinct feeling we would manage just fine," Obi-Wan answers with a rough chuckle, though he sits back after planting another firm kiss to Klaus's mouth, wriggling away from the groping hand on his backside, and begins to undo Klaus's trousers. They're as tight as ever, but as always, they accentuate Klaus's leanly muscular frame and Obi-Wan enjoys every moment of drawing them down.

The briefs Klaus is wearing are brightly coloured, splashes of neon against a black background, as if someone had thrown paint on his undergarments. They're everything Obi-Wan expects of Klaus and he smiles brightly at the sight.

"You are truly a gift to this world," he says with a laugh, leaning down to press a kiss to Klaus's belly, just above the low line of his briefs. Klaus's jeans slip down his thighs, down his legs, and then Obi-Wan tosses them aside to the floor.

Funny thing is, Klaus has heard those words before. More than once, actually. But all the other times they had been sarcastic and cutting. They said gift when they meant blight.

Not Obi-Wan, though. There is nothing but sincerity in his tone. He is so sincere and kind that in the beginning, Klaus thought that it might have been an act. It didn’t take him very long to realize no, there was no act. No games. So subterfuge. Just sincerity.

“A gift, huh? Am I just what you wished for?” Klaus says, because he can’t be as sincere as Obi-Wan, and some things he has to say as a joke or he won’t say them at all.

Once his pants fall to the floor, Klaus slides his heels along the sheets as he draws up his knees, planting his feet into the mattress. His thighs fall open and Klaus looks down at Obi-Wan framed between them. He looks so beautiful, eyes bright and blue, and Klaus smiles like he couldn’t help it if he tried.

"No," Obi-Wan answers. "Not what I wished for. A surprise gift, though, something I didn't even know I needed in my life until it was suddenly right here."

Because all he had wished for was peace. A way to help Anakin. A galaxy at rest rather than in chaos. He had never considered his own life, what he might look for in a partner, in someone he could love, not only because he had never imagined loving anyone after Satine but because it simply hadn't occurred to him to do so.

So he hadn't wished for anything like Klaus, but how he had needed him all the same.

"What do you want?" he murmurs as he ducks to kiss Klaus's stomach again, tucking his fingers into the elastic of his briefs, tugging them down his hips. "Tell me what you want."

The words make him smile, flushed with warmth and happiness as he drags his fingers through Obi-Wan's hair, sighing happily at the feeling of Obi-Wan's beard against his sensitive skin.

"I want you to ride me," he says softly, lifting his hips so that Obi-Wan can drag his underwear off. He kicks them aside and hooks his hands under Obi's arms, pulling the man up between his legs. "I want to watch you."

Cupping Obi-Wan's cheek, Klaus drags him in for another hungry kiss, holding onto the back of his neck as he tightens his thighs around Obi-Wan's hips. "Does that sound fun?"

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