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When one is king, you can get away with nearly anything.

Jareth smirked as he glanced at his queen who had yet to accept her title. Sarah had once again taken one of his challenges- as lovers they'd challenge each other back and forth…but this had to have been his best challenge for the mortal-turning-fae yet.

"Glittery, masochist, fae bastard-" he heard her grumble while searching for the passageway door. "JARETH!"

He chuckled and decided to go aid his queen; he wanted the true fun to begin.

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'I'm going to kill him.' Sarah decided as she traced her hand along the oubliette's wall for the hundredth time. She had fallen asleep peacefully in her bed with Jareth's chest as her pillow and had woken to inky black. This challenge of Jareth's wasn't the first- no, he had done this to her twice now. First time he was far more unkind and teasing- leaving her with no covering. This time though he graced her with a robe to cover the sheer night gown.

After the first time, she had Hoggle teach her the trick of how to get out- but she didn't count on Jareth being suicidal enough to try it again.

'I'm going to do far worse than whip him.' She fumed as she thought of the king's masochistic tendencies. 'I'll keep him chained to that bloody bed for a week. Spell his mind to show every torment that can be imagined.' She shuddered as she felt the second reason for murdering the fae- his magic was teasing her. His phantom hands ghosting over her skin.

'Oh, he's asking for it now…'

When she sensed him behind her, his real form, she stomped hard on his foot- wishing more than anything that she wasn't barefoot when she felt his smirk on her neck.

"Now, now precious, no need to get violent." He chided.

"Bastard," Sarah elbowed him hard- hard enough that she did earn a hiss from him. "Home, now."

Jareth smirked despite her not being able to see. "You really should stop fighting me about the wedding, precious." He stiffened when he sensed a murderous glare coming from her.

"I don't need more power to torment you with. Home. Now." Sarah pinched his arm to hasten the order.

Jareth sighed but teleported them back to his bedroom. As soon as Sarah's eyes adjusted she went straight for the bathroom.

This time, it seemed- he wouldn't get away with it. The fae smirked and lay down on the bed- waiting to see what his queen would come up with as revenge. At feeling her magic on him, he groaned.

Sarah spelled a locked chastity belt on him and she fed him every tempting image imaginable.

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A.N.

Okay, blame homework on this one guys. When in class we had to think of things relatable to the topic. First thing to come to mind was Labyrinth. Next my mind thought of what if Jareth was a masochist? A complete one-eighty from some of the Jareth/Sarah stories on here where he's the dominate one. Bizarre thing to come up with but I hope you liked it ;) one thing's for sure- it got rid of my writer's block on the assignment I have.