Back To The Lusting King

Author: Sedruce

Rating: R

Summary: Toby takes on the King's mighty passion.

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 Five: Take Me

Toby stood shocked for a moment, still as a board, then melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Jareth's waist once more, feeling arms encircling his shoulders. He closed his eyes and let his lips be guided open, his mouth softly, gently invaded. He yielded to the exploring hands. Still he didn't make any moves of his own, merely let Jareth do everything. He felt a stirring growing from his chest down, tracing a path down his spine...he knew that as soon as that stirring reached the base of his spine, he...

Instantly, he pushed Jareth away. "No," he whispered. "No, I...what about Sarah...I can't do that to her..." he said, more to himself than Jareth.

"Toby...she doesn't have to know...I'm the closest you'll find to human, unless you want your sister...and I know you don't. I know. And not only because that's incest, but it's also the wrong gender." At this, Toby sharply inhaled, his body shaking. He had never told anyone he was gay. He hadn't even made the first move with Jareth. He hadn't done or said anything to anyone ever that would imply his sexual orientation. Yet somehow, Jareth knew.

"You didn't let on at all...I know everything. There are few joys of being ruler of this hell-hole, but among them are omnipotence. Which can often be more a curse than a blessing...devil's blood, do you know how hard it was to act as though I didn't know what you thought of me?" Toby blinked and took a step back, hitting the stone wall. Jareth took two steps forward, putting him nose to nose with the boy. He put a hand on the wall on either side of Toby's hips, trapping him. He couldn't duck under nor jump over the arms that held him captive. "You don't want to, though," Jareth said, as though knowing the boy's thoughts. "You want to stay. You want the excuse. Well, I'd be more than glad to give it to you..."

With a snap of his right hand, both shirts vanished. Toby stood in tight blue jeans and white sneakers, Jareth in those tight, white leggings and white slippers. Jareth pressed into the boy until their chests touched, their hips squarely together. He could feel Toby's heavy breathing, both on his face and in his chest.

"I don't want to..."

"You do. I know, Toby. I know the thoughts you had in the throne room just now. I know what you want to do with me." With that, Jareth took a full stride back, leaving them a foot apart at the nearest.

"Leave. If you want to, just go ahead and go to your bedchamber. Your shirt's there." Toby took a few seconds to catch his breath, then turned to walk away. Before he got more than four paces, he turned. The wicked smile on Jareth's face made his heart beat against his ribs. He flew into the inviting, open arms and felt himself softening into him. "I knew you wouldn't leave," Jareth whispered, holding the boy by his waist, hands drifting wickedly down. Toby merely stood, forearms flat against Jareth's chest, hot tears falling down his face, which he buried in the naked chest he was held against.

Toby looked up just as Jareth looked down. This time, it was the boy who initiated the kiss. It was passionate and far from chaste. Both of their bodies reacted quite fully. Jareth's hands snaked around to unbutton the jeans on the boy. As he pulled them open, he felt the hands that had remained still until that moment trace down his chest and sides, to his hips, where they hovered for a moment, resting meaningfully on the waistband of the leggings.

Jareth freed his right hand long enough to snap, and they were in Toby's bedchamber. It was large, and the color scheme was very dark. There were dark red sheets and curtains, which hung loosely by the window, moving softly in the gentle breeze. The two stood at the foot of the bed, Jareth with his back to it. He felt Toby come alive and push him forcefully down onto the bed, where he lay, looking up at the boy, somewhat hurt until he saw the wild lust in those piercingly blue eyes. All of a sudden, he knew the owner's intent. He raised his hand to snap their clothes off, but Toby's hand quickly closed over it.

"No...we'll do this my way," he whispered. His jeans were sagging slightly, as they were unbuttoned and half unzipped. He crawled onto the bed, straddling Jareth's thighs, looking into his eyes as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of the too-tight leggings. He gave a pull and they came down. Jareth felt the trail from his waist to his hips to the top of his thighs. Toby was unsurprised at the lack of undergarments worn by Jareth. The man felt Toby slowly, teasingly crawl down his legs as he forced the leggings out from under their owner. He felt his flesh bared down to the knees, the ankles, the toes, then he was utterly free of any clothing.

Jareth's legs hung off the bed at his knees because of the way he'd been shoved down. He sat up and looped his own fingers into Toby's belt loops. Not being at all bashful, he moved his hands directly to the boy's crotch and finished undoing the zipper. He then traced a line back to Toby's hips with his palms, grabbed at the waist, and pulled down the jeans much more roughly than he'd meant. Toby, instead of being hurt, let out a gasp of exhilaration. Jareth now moved to the boy's jockeys. These he pulled down ever so slowly. Before he even reached the hip, Toby became impatient, planted his hands firmly on top of Jareth's, and pushed down.

In the process of climbing back onto Jareth, Toby left his jeans and jockeys in a tangled mess on the floor. He pushed Jareth back into a laying down position.

"I was once your captive," he whispered. "Now you're mine." With that, Toby settled resolutely back into the position of straddling Jareth's thighs. He moved his hand teasingly around and around the engorged cock, coming closer and closer. Then he traced a path up to Jareth's naval, gently, using only the very tip of his finger. He smiled at the shiver he was rewarded. As he moved further up, he stretched out on top of Jareth until they were together full length, each inevitably aware of the hardness of the other.

Toby kissed Jareth's lips with a softness, an innocent softness that contradicted everything from the teasing fingers to the hardness Jareth felt on his hip.

Instantly, Jareth remembered that the boy was seventeen, only seventeen, and a virgin. This last thought was the one that possessed him to do what he did next. Violently, very violently, he pushed the boy up, so hard that he fell backwards onto the floor, his landing cushioned by the mess of clothing.

Toby blinked up at the thin form which now sat on the edge of the bed. He held back tears of bitterness and betrayal.

"Jareth...?" he whispered. Jareth only shook his head.

"Too young...you're too young yet to be exposed to the full, violent passion I have..." murmured the man, enraged with himself for ever forgetting those two things.

"But..." Jareth knew without hearing what the boy was thinking, wanted to say. "Toby, listen. I'm older than you can dream. I'm older in years than you are in hours. I've built up a very violent passion in that time...I haven't released that passion since your sister came looking for you, and then not fully. I can't keep myself in check after so long...don't make me try..."

Though he knew it was coming, Jareth didn't make any attempts to stop the boy from standing and kissing him full on the mouth. On the contrary, he grabbed him roughly around the waist and threw him onto the bed beside him. He rolled on top of the boy. "I gave you fair warning. You tempted me. You bring whatever you receive on yourself," he said, his voice a growl, a lustful, needy growl.