Baby Brother
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my computer, and I definitely don't own Labyrinth.
Summary: Toby is kidnapped and then brutally killed by a criminal that's let out of prison and on parole. Sarah is baby-sitting Toby when it happens, and feels overwhelmed with guilt and grief. Seeing no other option, she goes after Toby's killer, but that seems impossible in itself. Calling upon the Goblin King once again for help, she learns a few things about life and love she never would've expected. Also that life just isn't fair no matter what.
Author's Note: OK, just a warning, this story is violent and very sad at some parts. If you can't stand violence and adult situations then I suggest that you don't read this story.
He let his hands roam her body ravenously, like a man dying of thirst searching for a drink of water. Sarah hands anxiously tugged at the sash tied around Jareth's waist, hinting towards the inevitable. Jareth chuckled at her eagerness. "So impatient," he teased, whispering against her lips. Continuing to pull on the sash, Sarah moved backwards, maneuvering her and Jareth to the bed directly behind them.
"Sarah," Jareth started to say, but she shushed him by putting a finger to his motionless lips. "Jareth," she said, looking deeply into his uncertain gaze, "I want this. Please." Her voice was filled with passion and defiance as she said it. Seeing that she would have her way no matter what, Jareth shifted his weight to his knees and hands as he hovered over her. His mouth caressed hers while his hands did glorious things to her body that made her squirm and tingle in pleasure.
While his hands and mouth both explored and worshipped every inch of her bare flesh, Sarah's hands were busy trying to get his robe off of him. At first she had ran her hands over his exposed, muscled chest that gleamed in the fading light, but now she was growing impatient.
"Jareth," she pleaded hoarsely in a needy whisper, trying to hurry his efforts. Hearing his name the way she said it made Jareth groan against her ear. With his robe still on, he moved his weight to his hands and let his legs go slack against hers. Now she was able to feel him against her. They both groaned at the sudden contact.
Jareth held Sarah's trembling hands in his as he helped her untie the sash around his waist. As the robe fell to the floor it revealed every inch of his gleaming white figure to Sarah's awaiting gaze. In turn, Jareth slowly removed Sarah's black panties from her narrow hips. The two were then joined bodily, but not just physically, but in spirit also. Their souls were now joined for eternity.
Sighing contentedly, Sarah sat up slowly while trying hard to rub the sleep from her eyes. Clutching the blanket closer to her, she realized she had nothing on underneath it. The events of the night before replayed themselves in her mind, and Sarah's face turned crimson. Turning her head she looked at Jareth who was sleeping peacefully beside. Now she felt complete, like a whole new person. Smiling dreamily, she fell back into the great multitude of plush feather pillows and snuggled closer to a snoring Jareth.
At Anaoshak's dwelling, dwelling for it was not a castle by any means; chaos had followed him home as well as his rage. His Sarah was in the arms of one of his most hated peers. It wasn't supposed to end up like this though. This wasn't how he had planned it. Pacing angrily in front of his large, wrought iron fireplace that had demons as well as gargoyles twisted into its huge frame, Anaoshak worried over what to do.
He had felt something for Sarah. Something he shouldn't have. The odd thing was that she was a human. A mere, slight human compared to him. He was a creature of the night, a being incapable of feeling anything, especially love. But, that had all changed when he had seen Sarah enter the ballroom. She had looked so innocent. Maybe that was what had attracted him to her. Normally all the women he had ever encountered tended to be wicked. To him, though, she was just so beautiful.
Sighing, he ran a pale, slender fingered hand through his midnight black hair. Lightly he pinched the bridge of his distinctive nose. Suddenly he felt angry that she had spent the night in the arms of another man. That did it. He flew the vase of flowers sitting atop the mantle of the fireplace clear across the room and into the onyx wall across from him. It shattered into a thousand glass shards, just as his heart had when Sarah disappeared with Jareth.
Yes, as much as Anaoshak hated to admit, he had fallen for Sarah.
Sarah and Jareth enjoyed their time together, and they enjoyed their love making even more. While Jareth was away on business, Sarah stayed in the castle talking to the goblins so she wouldn't get lonely while thinking of her beloved Jareth.
Today though, she sat on the windowsill in the far corner of Jareth's library. Her thoughts were a million miles away. She thought of her brother and her brother's killer. Would she ever find him? Sarah didn't think so, but she still had hope that maybe someday it would be possible. Biting her lip she tried not to cry. She missed her brother terribly, and he heart ached something fierce whenever she thought of him.
Her thoughts took a different turn as she thought vaguely about Anaoshak. Sure, he was compelling, but she had Jareth and she was sure she would never leave him for another man, let alone a vampire. It was silly for her to even think about it, yet she was. Bringing her fist down hard onto the windowsill she cursed at herself. "Damn," she said angrily.
"You ought not swear, my lady," a familiar deep voice purred from behind her. Sarah stood and spun around to face the intruder. Her face was a mask of surprise as she found Anaoshak smiling smugly while he watched her with an unreadable expression. "What are you doing here?" Sarah asked a little nervously. If Jareth found out he was here, he would surely kill Anaoshak where he stood. "I've come to take you away from this awful place," Anaoshak said silkily, holding out a pale hand to her in offering.
Thanks for reading! Please review! I hope this chapter lived up to your expectations. I'm sorry if the love scene slurped or if it was too dirty. I tried to keep it as non-raunchy as possible. Thanks for the support; I really do appreciate it. I'm just going through some tough times right now so please just bear with me. Thanks again.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my computer, and I definitely don't own Labyrinth.
Summary: Toby is kidnapped and then brutally killed by a criminal that's let out of prison and on parole. Sarah is baby-sitting Toby when it happens, and feels overwhelmed with guilt and grief. Seeing no other option, she goes after Toby's killer, but that seems impossible in itself. Calling upon the Goblin King once again for help, she learns a few things about life and love she never would've expected. Also that life just isn't fair no matter what.
Author's Note: OK, just a warning, this story is violent and very sad at some parts. If you can't stand violence and adult situations then I suggest that you don't read this story.
He let his hands roam her body ravenously, like a man dying of thirst searching for a drink of water. Sarah hands anxiously tugged at the sash tied around Jareth's waist, hinting towards the inevitable. Jareth chuckled at her eagerness. "So impatient," he teased, whispering against her lips. Continuing to pull on the sash, Sarah moved backwards, maneuvering her and Jareth to the bed directly behind them.
"Sarah," Jareth started to say, but she shushed him by putting a finger to his motionless lips. "Jareth," she said, looking deeply into his uncertain gaze, "I want this. Please." Her voice was filled with passion and defiance as she said it. Seeing that she would have her way no matter what, Jareth shifted his weight to his knees and hands as he hovered over her. His mouth caressed hers while his hands did glorious things to her body that made her squirm and tingle in pleasure.
While his hands and mouth both explored and worshipped every inch of her bare flesh, Sarah's hands were busy trying to get his robe off of him. At first she had ran her hands over his exposed, muscled chest that gleamed in the fading light, but now she was growing impatient.
"Jareth," she pleaded hoarsely in a needy whisper, trying to hurry his efforts. Hearing his name the way she said it made Jareth groan against her ear. With his robe still on, he moved his weight to his hands and let his legs go slack against hers. Now she was able to feel him against her. They both groaned at the sudden contact.
Jareth held Sarah's trembling hands in his as he helped her untie the sash around his waist. As the robe fell to the floor it revealed every inch of his gleaming white figure to Sarah's awaiting gaze. In turn, Jareth slowly removed Sarah's black panties from her narrow hips. The two were then joined bodily, but not just physically, but in spirit also. Their souls were now joined for eternity.
Sighing contentedly, Sarah sat up slowly while trying hard to rub the sleep from her eyes. Clutching the blanket closer to her, she realized she had nothing on underneath it. The events of the night before replayed themselves in her mind, and Sarah's face turned crimson. Turning her head she looked at Jareth who was sleeping peacefully beside. Now she felt complete, like a whole new person. Smiling dreamily, she fell back into the great multitude of plush feather pillows and snuggled closer to a snoring Jareth.
At Anaoshak's dwelling, dwelling for it was not a castle by any means; chaos had followed him home as well as his rage. His Sarah was in the arms of one of his most hated peers. It wasn't supposed to end up like this though. This wasn't how he had planned it. Pacing angrily in front of his large, wrought iron fireplace that had demons as well as gargoyles twisted into its huge frame, Anaoshak worried over what to do.
He had felt something for Sarah. Something he shouldn't have. The odd thing was that she was a human. A mere, slight human compared to him. He was a creature of the night, a being incapable of feeling anything, especially love. But, that had all changed when he had seen Sarah enter the ballroom. She had looked so innocent. Maybe that was what had attracted him to her. Normally all the women he had ever encountered tended to be wicked. To him, though, she was just so beautiful.
Sighing, he ran a pale, slender fingered hand through his midnight black hair. Lightly he pinched the bridge of his distinctive nose. Suddenly he felt angry that she had spent the night in the arms of another man. That did it. He flew the vase of flowers sitting atop the mantle of the fireplace clear across the room and into the onyx wall across from him. It shattered into a thousand glass shards, just as his heart had when Sarah disappeared with Jareth.
Yes, as much as Anaoshak hated to admit, he had fallen for Sarah.
Sarah and Jareth enjoyed their time together, and they enjoyed their love making even more. While Jareth was away on business, Sarah stayed in the castle talking to the goblins so she wouldn't get lonely while thinking of her beloved Jareth.
Today though, she sat on the windowsill in the far corner of Jareth's library. Her thoughts were a million miles away. She thought of her brother and her brother's killer. Would she ever find him? Sarah didn't think so, but she still had hope that maybe someday it would be possible. Biting her lip she tried not to cry. She missed her brother terribly, and he heart ached something fierce whenever she thought of him.
Her thoughts took a different turn as she thought vaguely about Anaoshak. Sure, he was compelling, but she had Jareth and she was sure she would never leave him for another man, let alone a vampire. It was silly for her to even think about it, yet she was. Bringing her fist down hard onto the windowsill she cursed at herself. "Damn," she said angrily.
"You ought not swear, my lady," a familiar deep voice purred from behind her. Sarah stood and spun around to face the intruder. Her face was a mask of surprise as she found Anaoshak smiling smugly while he watched her with an unreadable expression. "What are you doing here?" Sarah asked a little nervously. If Jareth found out he was here, he would surely kill Anaoshak where he stood. "I've come to take you away from this awful place," Anaoshak said silkily, holding out a pale hand to her in offering.
Thanks for reading! Please review! I hope this chapter lived up to your expectations. I'm sorry if the love scene slurped or if it was too dirty. I tried to keep it as non-raunchy as possible. Thanks for the support; I really do appreciate it. I'm just going through some tough times right now so please just bear with me. Thanks again.