Back To The Lusting King
Author: Sedruce
Rating: R
Summary: Toby confronts Jareth...yeah, REAL smart, boy...
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 Four: NOW it's Different
"Are you sure you want this?" he asked her. She nodded. "Okay. Ready?" She first turned around to kiss him chastely, then nodded again. "Very well." With a snap, a confused Toby, holding old, ragged Lancelot, looked up at them.
"S–Sarah?" he stuttered, unable to make his mouth work properly. At that moment, two thoughts were going through his mind. Firstly, why he was back. Secondly and most prominently, jealousy of his sister's less-than-innocent position on Jareth's lap.
"Toby, you don't deserve the hell you'll get out there, especially telling them all that The Goblin King took me away. So you can stay here. If you want, I think you can be sent back, right Jareth?" Jareth nodded to the woman sitting on his lap. "So now, the choice is yours. Stay here or go home."
"I want to be home," he began. As Jareth raised his hand to send him back, Toby raised his own hand. "No. I don't want to be there. I want to be home," he said, emphasizing the last word. "That place isn't, nor will it ever be, home."
Sarah sighed. "Toby, stay or go."
"Stay," he said. "I want to stay." Jareth lowered his hand, resting it high on Sarah's thigh. Her sharp gasp made him smile and made Toby burn with jealousy and some amount of protective anger.
"Alright. You'll stay, Toby. I'll have one of my subjects show you to your room. And Toby? You are never to go through the door at the top of that stairwell," Jareth said. He snapped, summoning a goblin who was rather sober compared to the last goblin Toby had seen. "Take the boy to the room in the southern tower," he said. The goblin nodded, taking Toby's arm and pulling him rather roughly away.
Sarah turned to look at Jareth. "When do I get the tour?" she asked softly, her voice making his skin crawl. He felt a stirring between his legs.
"Now, if you wish it, my queen," he answered, his voice even more seductive than hers.
"I do indeed," she answered, brushing a lock of his hair back.
"Then come," Jareth said, picking her up as he stood, holding her lovingly and protectively to his chest.
Many hours later, they found themselves in the Escher room, the stairs making Sarah dizzy, but at the same time excited.
"I remember this place. It's a blur, but I remember running through here, trying to get to Toby...remember jumping off that ledge...remember...but, no, I don't remember that! Were you...were you singing? It just came to me that you were singing, but I don't remember that." Jareth laughed softly, his fingers tracing a gentle path up and down her arm.
"I was. I sang to you a few times throughout your...adventures in this whole Labyrinth. During your dream, after eating the drugged peach. During the time you were just starting to figure ways to maneuver in the walled maze. And yes, in here. How could I not sing to you. You were and still are everything to me."
Sarah smiled, stifled a yawn, and then stifled another. "Forgive me...I spent many sleepless nights making my decision to return here. I haven't slept for four days."
Jareth stood suddenly, sweeping her up in his arms, holding her to him. "Than you shall sleep, I wouldn't dream of depriving you of another moment of rest. Sleep my dear, and dream of me," he said as he carried her out of the Escher room and into their bedroom. "Goodnight," he whispered. She was asleep before he even put her on the bed. He snapped, changing her attire to a knee-length black nightgown, pulled the sheets over her perfectly formed body, and silently slipped out of the room, back down to the throne room.
When he reached the bottom of the staircase, he saw Toby, retreating to the hallway which would lead him to his own chamber.
"Toby," Jareth called softly, his voice carrying and reverberating. "Toby, wait." Reluctantly, Toby turned to look at the man who wore a white, feathered-collared top and tight...oh dear Lord, tight leggings...he quickly averted his eyes to look away, to the roughly carved stone throne. Jareth had once rocked him in his lap there...he again quickly averted his eyes, now looking down at his own feet.
"Toby...would you allow me to escort you to your room? Your sister sleeps soundly, and I need speech with you." Jareth puzzled privately over why he was suddenly so formal to the boy who stood before him. He looked at the black hair reaching the boy's chest. How he longed to touch it...
"If you want to, I guess," Toby answered, jerking Jareth from the thoughts. He set off to his room again, not knowing or caring if the man followed. Jareth did indeed follow.
"Toby, please, listen. I didn't ask your sister to come back. Hell, if I had it my way, I would never have seen her again, save for in my crystals. She broke my heart last time. I didn't want to see her again. I wanted to admire her from a far distance. I didn't ask her back. If she didn't still have so much power over me, you would both still be at home, none the wiser." He paused. "I don't want you to be angry at me. I didn't want it to happen this way, either. I wanted things to stay as they were. But I can accept this...I hope you can, too."
"Of course you can accept it!" Toby yelled, turning to face Jareth. "You get her, she gets you! You both couldn't be happier! I...what do I get? I get put into house arrest in a castle that I don't even remember well enough, except the less than pleasant happenings! For God's sake, I don't even get someone who'll love me, who I can love!"
Jareth blinked. Toby, gentle, mild Toby who'd only once lost his temper, only when he'd punched his sister earlier that day, had just yelled at the most dangerous man he could have chosen to yell at.
"I'm sorry..." was all Jareth could say. Had it been anyone else, even Sarah, who'd yelled at him, they'd be crumpled before him, begging mercy for the pain he would have put them through. But for some reason, he couldn't do that to Toby. Maybe just because his anger was well deserved.
Toby looked up at the brown and blue eyes that looked down, now at the ground, ashamed. Instead of taking advantage of the shame and yelling more, maybe even throwing another punch or two, Toby stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Jareth's waist.
"I shouldn't have yelled at you," he whispered. He smelled the scents on Jareth's skin, felt the soft, supple feathers beneath his cheek. He couldn't control himself much longer. He pushed himself away and turned away from the man who still stood, stunned and ashamed.
A moment later, a hand on Toby's shoulder pulled him around to face the hand's owner. Instead of the expected anger in those mesmerizing, differently colored eyes, Toby barely saw them before heavily lashed lids fell over them and soft lips connected with his.
Author: Sedruce
Rating: R
Summary: Toby confronts Jareth...yeah, REAL smart, boy...
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 Four: NOW it's Different
"Are you sure you want this?" he asked her. She nodded. "Okay. Ready?" She first turned around to kiss him chastely, then nodded again. "Very well." With a snap, a confused Toby, holding old, ragged Lancelot, looked up at them.
"S–Sarah?" he stuttered, unable to make his mouth work properly. At that moment, two thoughts were going through his mind. Firstly, why he was back. Secondly and most prominently, jealousy of his sister's less-than-innocent position on Jareth's lap.
"Toby, you don't deserve the hell you'll get out there, especially telling them all that The Goblin King took me away. So you can stay here. If you want, I think you can be sent back, right Jareth?" Jareth nodded to the woman sitting on his lap. "So now, the choice is yours. Stay here or go home."
"I want to be home," he began. As Jareth raised his hand to send him back, Toby raised his own hand. "No. I don't want to be there. I want to be home," he said, emphasizing the last word. "That place isn't, nor will it ever be, home."
Sarah sighed. "Toby, stay or go."
"Stay," he said. "I want to stay." Jareth lowered his hand, resting it high on Sarah's thigh. Her sharp gasp made him smile and made Toby burn with jealousy and some amount of protective anger.
"Alright. You'll stay, Toby. I'll have one of my subjects show you to your room. And Toby? You are never to go through the door at the top of that stairwell," Jareth said. He snapped, summoning a goblin who was rather sober compared to the last goblin Toby had seen. "Take the boy to the room in the southern tower," he said. The goblin nodded, taking Toby's arm and pulling him rather roughly away.
Sarah turned to look at Jareth. "When do I get the tour?" she asked softly, her voice making his skin crawl. He felt a stirring between his legs.
"Now, if you wish it, my queen," he answered, his voice even more seductive than hers.
"I do indeed," she answered, brushing a lock of his hair back.
"Then come," Jareth said, picking her up as he stood, holding her lovingly and protectively to his chest.
Many hours later, they found themselves in the Escher room, the stairs making Sarah dizzy, but at the same time excited.
"I remember this place. It's a blur, but I remember running through here, trying to get to Toby...remember jumping off that ledge...remember...but, no, I don't remember that! Were you...were you singing? It just came to me that you were singing, but I don't remember that." Jareth laughed softly, his fingers tracing a gentle path up and down her arm.
"I was. I sang to you a few times throughout your...adventures in this whole Labyrinth. During your dream, after eating the drugged peach. During the time you were just starting to figure ways to maneuver in the walled maze. And yes, in here. How could I not sing to you. You were and still are everything to me."
Sarah smiled, stifled a yawn, and then stifled another. "Forgive me...I spent many sleepless nights making my decision to return here. I haven't slept for four days."
Jareth stood suddenly, sweeping her up in his arms, holding her to him. "Than you shall sleep, I wouldn't dream of depriving you of another moment of rest. Sleep my dear, and dream of me," he said as he carried her out of the Escher room and into their bedroom. "Goodnight," he whispered. She was asleep before he even put her on the bed. He snapped, changing her attire to a knee-length black nightgown, pulled the sheets over her perfectly formed body, and silently slipped out of the room, back down to the throne room.
When he reached the bottom of the staircase, he saw Toby, retreating to the hallway which would lead him to his own chamber.
"Toby," Jareth called softly, his voice carrying and reverberating. "Toby, wait." Reluctantly, Toby turned to look at the man who wore a white, feathered-collared top and tight...oh dear Lord, tight leggings...he quickly averted his eyes to look away, to the roughly carved stone throne. Jareth had once rocked him in his lap there...he again quickly averted his eyes, now looking down at his own feet.
"Toby...would you allow me to escort you to your room? Your sister sleeps soundly, and I need speech with you." Jareth puzzled privately over why he was suddenly so formal to the boy who stood before him. He looked at the black hair reaching the boy's chest. How he longed to touch it...
"If you want to, I guess," Toby answered, jerking Jareth from the thoughts. He set off to his room again, not knowing or caring if the man followed. Jareth did indeed follow.
"Toby, please, listen. I didn't ask your sister to come back. Hell, if I had it my way, I would never have seen her again, save for in my crystals. She broke my heart last time. I didn't want to see her again. I wanted to admire her from a far distance. I didn't ask her back. If she didn't still have so much power over me, you would both still be at home, none the wiser." He paused. "I don't want you to be angry at me. I didn't want it to happen this way, either. I wanted things to stay as they were. But I can accept this...I hope you can, too."
"Of course you can accept it!" Toby yelled, turning to face Jareth. "You get her, she gets you! You both couldn't be happier! I...what do I get? I get put into house arrest in a castle that I don't even remember well enough, except the less than pleasant happenings! For God's sake, I don't even get someone who'll love me, who I can love!"
Jareth blinked. Toby, gentle, mild Toby who'd only once lost his temper, only when he'd punched his sister earlier that day, had just yelled at the most dangerous man he could have chosen to yell at.
"I'm sorry..." was all Jareth could say. Had it been anyone else, even Sarah, who'd yelled at him, they'd be crumpled before him, begging mercy for the pain he would have put them through. But for some reason, he couldn't do that to Toby. Maybe just because his anger was well deserved.
Toby looked up at the brown and blue eyes that looked down, now at the ground, ashamed. Instead of taking advantage of the shame and yelling more, maybe even throwing another punch or two, Toby stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Jareth's waist.
"I shouldn't have yelled at you," he whispered. He smelled the scents on Jareth's skin, felt the soft, supple feathers beneath his cheek. He couldn't control himself much longer. He pushed himself away and turned away from the man who still stood, stunned and ashamed.
A moment later, a hand on Toby's shoulder pulled him around to face the hand's owner. Instead of the expected anger in those mesmerizing, differently colored eyes, Toby barely saw them before heavily lashed lids fell over them and soft lips connected with his.
