Back To The Lusting King

Author: Sedruce

Rating: R

Summary: Toby finds himself face to face with his sister again.

Notes: NOT A STORY FOR CHILDREN! If you're underage, get out. Please. If you're still reading this, hey, I warned you, don't sue me for inappropriateness.

@}~~~~~~~~~~Chapter Three: Deja Vu...almost

When she reached the castle with Jareth, she collapsed against him in tears. He patted her hair, then lifted her by her shoulders and knees, carrying her up the staircase she remembered as leading to the room of dizzying stairways. But at the top of the staircase, he opened a wooden door she hadn't seen before and carried her through. He sat her on something soft and silky. She looked and realized she must be in his bedchamber. She rested on large bed with sheets of black silk. The décor was all black.

Jareth sat beside her, resting his weight on one arm as he gently stroked her hair. She looked up into his eyes, and he smiled at her. She raised her arms and pulled him closer by his neck, bringing herself off the sheets at the same time, until her lips met his. He leaned into her until she was back on the bed, then stroked her arms. After only a moment, he broke the kiss, looking into her eyes.

"Sarah, you know you can't go home again," he whispered. "You know you're here for eternity."

She nodded. "I know. I don't want to go home. I came here for a reason. I want to be here. I don't want that other life. I want this life." She silenced whatever he was about to say by kissing him again. When she pulled back, she saw two things in his eyes. Sadness and love. Two things she had never seen in those eyes before.

Both their kisses had been chaste, but when he lowered himself towards her, he parted his lips, and she did the same. His tongue probed her mouth until she moaned softly into his own mouth, and he pulled back.

She smiled at him, then quoted from something he'd said to her fifteen years ago: "I am exhausted from living up to your expectations of me." They both smiled, and Jareth chuckled for a moment. His fingers played across the skin at her neck, then tugged impatiently at her blouse. She realized with a grin that she had worn an outfit similar to this the last time she had been with him. A button-up white blouse and blue jeans.

She stroked along his chest until the diving V-neck wouldn't allow her to anymore. "Clothing is such a bother," she said, startling them both with her boldness.

"Well, I may move the stars for no one, but clothing is another matter." With a snap, they were both naked, still in the same position. Sarah felt his hip pressing against hers, and was glad they were at an angle. She wasn't ready yet to feel him squarely on her.

Her fingers trailed lightly over his chest. She circled playfully around one of his nipples. He leaned in to her and kissed her once more. She, with her hands flat on his chest, kissed him back passionately. She was glad she didn't have to worry about saving someone else this time, glad she could just do as she pleased with Jareth.

"I have longed for this for so long, Sarah," he said after pulling back. His lips brushed across hers as he spoke, and she lightly kissed him again.

"You took the words right out of my mouth," she answered in a lusty whisper. He grinned and pressed into her once more for another kiss.

Toby sat in his room, looking at Lancelot, remembering when Sarah had given the bear to him. It was the moment they returned from the Labyrinth the first time...the only time, for her. Bitter and angry tears stung at his eyes until he blinked, spilling them down his cheeks.

He was only fooling himself when he thought she had no reason to love that...that...that overgrown goblin. Jareth was beautiful, sensuous even in his cruelty. If given the chance, Toby himself would have been with Jareth, lips together, hands roaming...

With a start, he came back to the present. Downstairs, his father shouted up that he was home. A few minutes later, he called up again. No reply. Toby's door opened softly, and his father looked in. "Toby? Are you alright?" he asked gently.

Toby nodded, praying that his rather unobservant father wouldn't see his tears.

"What's that?" asked the man, pointing to the crystal sphere. In it was the image of Jareth with Sarah, the two still in the throne room. It looked more like a picture frame than a screen into another world.

"It's...something Sarah gave me," Toby said, mostly truthfully.

"Speaking of Sarah, where is she? Has she not gotten home yet?"

"She never will," answered the boy on the bed, feeling like he was an infant again. Jareth had stolen his life once, he wouldn't let it happen again...Jareth...he felt a stirring in his chest at even the thought of the sensuous man.

"What do you mean?"

Toby stood up, strode past his father, leaving Lancelot on top of the crystal, and walked into Sarah's room. He opened the filing cabinet and took out the manila folder marked "The Labyrinth." He handed it to his father. "She wrote it when she was eighteen, two years after it happened. It has her old stamp on it, the one she lost before I even told anyone about it all. So you know I didn't write it." With that, he walked to his room and shut the door softly. He picked up the crystal and saw Jareth, now on top of Sarah, in a bedroom with a bedspread of black silk. On the table beside the bed the two lay on was a bejeweled pitcher and two goblets with rubies and emeralds on them. Jareth rolled off of Sarah to lay beside her.

Jareth reached for the pitcher and the goblets, pouring first Sarah's wine, then his own. It was red, the color of blood and of passion.

"Jareth..." Sarah said slowly, quietly, looking at her goblet as the realization of it all came to her. "I...I need to go...to go home," she whispered. "This isn't right. I shouldn't leave Toby. I can't. It's not his fault."

"Is it your fault the boy told anyone? Is it your fault he insisted it was real, not a dream?" Jareth asked, the cruelty in his voice cutting at Sarah enough to make her wince.

She stood and put the goblet on the table. "It's my fault he ever got into this whole mess!" she shouted at him. She was suddenly very aware of her nakedness, and grabbed at the black silk sheet. Jareth was laying on it, though, and so she couldn't pull it to her.

"Sarah. I told you, you're here forever. You can't go back. Now, come back to me. To the only one who ever really loved you. I always loved you. When your stepmother yelled at you that night you wished Toby away? Remember that? I cried for you, I loved you too much to watch your pain, and I still do love you that much. But I can't do anything for you. Not this time."

Sarah felt an angered flush rise to her face. "You bastard," she whispered angrily, yet still her eyes looked upon him with only admiration and love. "You bastard!"

"Sarah...come here. Look. This here, there's Toby. See? Now, I can't send you back. But I can bring him here. He wouldn't be hurting as much as he is now. His father thinks he did something to make you run away. Did you know that? It's true. Tell me. Do you want me to bring Toby here? I will, just tell me to. You don't even have to use those silly, childish words. Just tell me to bring him."

"Yes," she said softly. Toby didn't deserve the cruelty the world would always give him. The Labyrinth was a wonderful place, when one didn't have to get anywhere in a hurry. "Yes, but first, I want my clothes back." With a snap, both she and Jareth were fully clothed again. Though not in the same attire. She was now dressed, not as Sarah, but as The Goblin Queen. Her feathery white gown and his similar outfit matched when she had seen him that one night, when she'd told him the lie...when she'd said he had no power over her. God knows he always had.

"There. Now, Toby? Come, let's receive him in the throne room." Sarah took Jareth's offered arm and smiled up at him. Again, she kissed his cheek. This time, he paused between steps long enough to turn his face toward her, lower himself to her, and kiss her fully, heatedly, and passionately.

They resumed their walk, her leaning on him, her legs slightly shaky for all that she'd melted into him during that one kiss.

When they reached the throne room, Jareth took his seat, and, as there was only the one throne, Sarah sat in his lap.