Title: Call Me Jareth

Disclaimer: Jim Henson and associates own these characters. I am writing this story for fun and not profit.

Pairing: Toby/Jareth

Rating: M

Warnings: Slash, language, violence, possible character death (not main pairing), sex with a minor (aged 16).

Summary: Toby gave a half-moan, and asked shakily, "My King?" The man's laughter was muffled by Toby's throat. He moved up until they were face to face. "Call me Jareth," he whispered cockily, and took Toby's lips in a fiery kiss. Toby/Jareth SLASH.

Author's Notes: First Toby/Jareth story! Expanded from a one-shot to a chaptered story due to request.

Call Me Jareth

Chapter One- Wet Dreams, Dry Living

"Sarah!" Toby yelled. "How come your heat only works in the summer?"

His half-sister stuck her head out of the kitchen, and retorted, "How come your mouth only works when I don't want it to? Go get a blanket out of my closet, and stop whining. I'm trying to do my taxes, you little brat."

Toby rolled his eyes, and shivering, walked into Sarah's room. She really needed to redecorate. All the creepy porcelain dolls and stuffed magical creatures made it look like a twelve-year-old's room, not someone who had just grudgingly turned thirty.

He opened the door and sighed, looking at the pile of dirty laundry and faerie tale books. He reached for the blanket on the top shelf, when a box overturned, and a small red book fell out, and hit him on the head. Not expecting it, he stumbled backwards, and smacked his head on the hardwood floor.

oOo

Toby sat up, disorientated. He glanced around, and blinked. This certainly didn't look like Sarah's closet.

He was at the top of the hill, overlooking a golden landscape. It was very pretty, with the branches waving in the breeze, and the faeries twinkling in the sunlight.

Wait. FAERIES? Oh God. He wasn't-

No. He couldn't be. This was just a dream. He had had them before, after Sarah would tell him bedtime stories about this place. The stories of a little girl, who faced the evil Goblin King to rescue her baby brother from his clutches. How she went through his terrible winding maze, and rejected his hideous offers of love. How she triumphed in the end over the horrible King, and how she and her brother went back to their world, and lived happily ever after.

For some reason, though, Toby's dreams never went like that. They all started out with a whiny teenager yelling at a crying baby about how no one appreciated her, especially him. The baby would cry even more, for that is what babies do when shouted at, and she would scream at the baby to stop crying. After shoving the baby boy roughly back in his cradle, she wished for the goblins to come take him away, and then left the baby in the cold dark.

And then the baby would be surrounded with warmth, and gaze up at a gorgeous face, and hear a tender voice promising never to hurt him.

And the baby would grow up, in the company of his goblin friends, and trot faithfully after his beloved King, who would still sing him to sleep and play with him every day.

Toby had the same dream until he was fifteen, when the content of the end of the dream dramatically changed. Before, it would end up with the King tucking the boy into bed, and kissing him on the forehead.

But the night of his fifteenth birthday altered that completely. As his present, Sarah had reluctantly agreed to tell him the story once again. After she had finished, she got up, turned off his light, and he heard a muttered Happy Birth day as she walked out of his room.

Toby sighed happily, and snuggled into his pillow, waiting for sleep to overtake him, and for his King to arrive. His eyelids began to droop, and his steady breathing lulled him into the land of slumber.

oOo

"Toby," the marvelous voice crooned, "wake up."

Toby opened his eyes blearily, and focused in on the stunning blond man straddling him. He shot up frantically, and bashed his head on the wall. The man chuckled. "You're still the same little boy I remember."

Toby blushed, and looked away, rubbing his aching scalp. The man shifted in his lap, and said excitedly, "It's your fifteenth birthday! What do you want to do?"

Toby gasped. The man's frequent movements across his groin were beginning to affect him. His fingers darted out and grabbed the man's hips. "You can start, my King, by not doing that," he gritted out.

The Goblin King's eyes widened, and he stilled immediately. Raking his gaze over Toby's body, he reached Toby's face and grinned lasciviously. "We've gotten to that stage in life, have we? Thank God. I've been waiting for this forever." The King bent down and started lapping at Toby's neck.

Toby gave a half-moan, and asked shakily, "My King?"

The man's laughter was muffled by Toby's throat. He mouthed his way up the boy's smooth jaw line, until they were face to face.

"Call me Jareth," he whispered cockily, and took Toby's lips in a fiery kiss.

oOo

The dream hadn't gone that far that night, but Toby had still woken up with wet sticky sheets. And the dreams had continued every night, with Toby writhing under Jareth furiously, crying out his name.

Toby knew they were just dreams, but Jesus, were they good dreams.

But now, Toby wasn't so sure. Gazing out across the golden landscape, he looked down on the sprawling maze and the castle beyond the Goblin City.

He glanced down at the leather book cutting into his hand, and he knew it was real this time. Which meant Jareth was probably real, too.

Which was abso-bloody-lutely fucking amazing.

oOo

Footsteps crunched up behind him, stopped, then came to rest beside him. His eyes slowly traveled over black leather boots, the tightest grey pants he had ever seen, a ruffled white shirt under a black vest, a tan chest, wild blond hair, and beautiful eyes. Eyes that were currently staring at him in what looked like vague recognition.

Toby tilted his head back, and let that superb voice wash over him. "You remind me of the babe."

Toby smiled, and looked up at Jareth. "I am the babe."

TO BE CONTINUED.

A/N: You remind me of the babe! What babe? The babe with the power! What power? The power of voodoo! Who do? You do! Do what? Remind me of the babe!

DANCE MAGIC DANCE! Sorry. I love Labyrinth a little too much. And I was shocked to see there were only about four Jareth/Toby stories on here.

So I decided to write my own. :]