Author's Note: This came out more 'R' rated than I intended. WARNINGS FOR ADULT CONTENT. Though, if you've been reading this far, this stuff really shouldn't faze you too badly.

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He reached hurriedly for a blanket and found, much to his horror, that the bed now had nothing but the sheets under him and the pillows at his head. Jareth continued to lounge silently in his chair and watch him, a smile quirking the corners of his mouth while his eyes remained like ice chips.

Toby was just opening his mouth to say 'good morning' when Jareth held up a hand and cut him off. "Silence," he ordered.

Toby sat up and brought his knees up to hide his stomach. He really didn't want Jareth to see it. It was disgusting and wrong and he didn't believe that even Jareth's kinky sense of the erotic could find this arousing. He hated his husband doing this, wished he would turn around and let him go dress.

Jareth crawled onto the bed, losing himself so far in the predatory feeling as to feel the tiger return. He heard Toby gasp as his sharp canines extended for just a second too long before returning to normal. The mortal was scared. He could almost smell the fear waft off him as he lunged.

Toby found himself on his back on the bed, a very harsh-looking Goblin King invading his personal space. He shivered at the look in those mismatched eyes. He would have whimpered if his throat hadn't closed in fright.

Jareth had a very definite idea of what he wanted to do. He was tired of being gentle, of being considerate. Toby might call him by those terms, but then never would he have been that for anyone but this disturbingly young boy. And sometimes, just sometimes, he wanted to ravage and maul and generally indulge his dark side. And if Toby wanted him to simply take what he needed... well, he was about to show his husband that wishes were dangerous things.

"Stay still," he growled, "We're going to play a little game."

Toby gulped and nodded slowly.

Jareth rubbed the back of his hand over a smooth cheek, feeling the faint rasp of stubble and enjoying the harshness on his skin. Without warning, he used magic to cleanse the skin, the quick burn dying away before Toby could let out a sound of shock. "Much better," the Goblin King commended, "I'm going to say a word, and you are going to tell me the exact reply that comes into your head. Hmmm?"

Toby nodded again.

Jareth leaned down to touch the tip of that little nose with his. "Oh, and if the word is wrong, you lose. Love!"

"You..."

Jareth smirked. "A good guess. That was practise. Now is the reality. Bed."

"Sheet."

"Chain."

"Armour."

"Tongue."

"Snake."

Jareth raised his eyebrows at that one. Snake? Perhaps, he allowed, smiling to himself, perhaps. "Very good indeed. Let's up the stakes a little." He raised his hand and Toby cringed back, only to watch as Jareth pressed against the carved panel above their bed to open a square niche in the wall that he had never seen before.

He watched the white hand reach inside that dark cubby-hole, emerging with two beautifully carved silver cuffs, each attached separately to a long silver chain. Had he been watching Jareth, he would have seen a disgusted look on the half-goblin's face. And he did feel the sharp stab of aching memory enter his mind. He felt his lover retreat from him just a little mentally, seemingly distancing himself so that his thoughts could not be heard. Toby didn't think he could hear them over his own very loud thoughts, himself, but the notion of Jareth's position in all of this remained somewhere in the back of his mind.

Toby didn't move until the cuffs were fastened around his wrists. Then he began to struggle, drawing quick breathes into his lungs as panic hit. Flashes of a low, rich chuckle and a pair of dark eyes seared across his brain and instinctively he twisted beneath his husband, fighting the chain, fighting the grip on his arms.

Jareth only held him down and let him fight. He wanted him to fight. He wanted him to hurt and ache and beg and he wanted to watch while he did it. When the mortal stilled, it was in desperation and fear... there was so much sorrow and fear in Toby.

"Another round," the Goblin King insisted. He shifted slightly like a cat getting comfortable. "Knife."

Toby froze.

Jareth quirked an eyebrow and offered him a knowing smile. "Your time is trickling away, my elf. One more chance- knife?"

"P- pain," Toby stuttered, looking away. He didn't want to see this. Even if he accepted this reality, he didn't want to see it, and he couldn't accept it just yet.

"Stab?"

"Blood."

"Cage?"

"Wolf."

"Need?"

"Bitch."

Jareth did a double-take as the word rang through the freshly cleaned room. "Bitch?" he echoed.

Toby coloured. It had sounded bad enough when he'd heard himself say it. But in Jareth's raspy voice, it made him think of all those dreams from the days before the Underground. All those times when an unknown being had forced him to do all those things that shouldn't have been exciting and somehow were.

Jareth felt the thoughts in his mind and pushed closer, needing to hear them. He frowned slightly, staring down intently into blue eyes that widened somewhat in fear. Toby's thoughts turned to their child and he heard his husband wonder desperately how to protect it should he need to.

Jareth smiled unpleasantly. So very maternal? And just so ashamed of it too! It was too much to resist tweaking a few psychological nodes to up the levels. And that brought him to Hoggle's little gift.

Mismatched eyes dropped to the swollen abdomen that rubbed up between his thighs. Jareth leaned over and picked up the little pot. Toby forced himself to keep breathing. The faint smell of rosemary scented the air when Jareth tugged out the stopper. He looked a little askance at the gooey salve but knew Hoggle would not get this wrong. The dwarf was too spineless to play a trick like that. He dipped two fingers in and set to work.

Toby jerked as the slick fingers dipped under the cuffs to rub the ointment into the skin of his wrists. The feeling of cool water ran into his veins. The fingers slid out after a slow moment and began to work on his elbows and shoulders and neck. He moaned lightly as the cool began to spread.

Jareth stifled a smile and continued. It was a massage of sorts, he supposed, but a necessary one for where he was taking this. He didn't want his lover distracted by a sudden twinge of pain from some protesting shoulder or knee. It would be an interruption of the worst kind. He worked down the slender body, stopping frequently to touch places that needed no salve but brought forth interesting reactions anyway.

"Jareth, what is this?"

"Preparation," Jareth promised, "You'll soon find out."

Toby closed his eyes and moaned again. The feeling was becoming more intense now that Jareth's hands travelled lower. His practically bit through his lip when the soft hands touched his hips. And Jareth still didn't stop, instead lifting each leg in turn to ease their discomfort in particular.

When the massage stopped, the mortal opened his eyes. "Thank you," he attempted.

Jareth said nothing, but from the hum he gave, Toby knew better than to hope this was an elaborate hoax. The salve was placed back on the table beside the bed and then Jareth got comfortable again. "Now where was I," he purred, "Oh yes- surrender."

Toby blinked in confusion and said nothing, thrown off balance by the verbal shot.

"Oh dear," Jareth smirked, laughing quietly as he let one hand rest lightly on the pregnancy mound, "I'm afraid that was a wrong answer. You lose."

Toby's eyes went wide just as Jareth's mouth came crashing down, swallowing whatever it was he meant to say with a brutal kiss that brooked no resistance. Toby didn't dare resist. He couldn't.

"Such a child," Jareth taunted, pulling away as suddenly to trace over the swollen lips. They were reddening and filling beneath the white pad of his forefinger, delicious and intoxicating. "Such a little thing, really!"

"Not exactly little any more," Toby muttered. He yelped in shock as a stinging slap descended on his hip.

"I did ask for silence," the Goblin King snarled.

Toby couldn't respond because his brain felt like it was slowly turning to liquid in his skull when another kiss landed on his mouth. It hurt to be kissed so roughly; but he could only press back up, achingly hard because of fright and hormones. Whether Jareth knew it or not, he gave no sign, breaking away to look down with as composed an expression as Toby had ever seen.

"Tell me, my child," the half-goblin ruminated, "Has Arienne told you about the birth?"

Toby blinked at the subject but nodded quickly, vaguely terrified of what would happen if he did not respond as expected. From the feeling his lover was giving off, silver chains were just a pretty piece of jewellery before the real rules were given.

"Wonderful. And has he told you how the babe will be fed?"

Toby had been told. He didn't like to think about it because it made him hyperventilate just to imagine it, but he did know. And Jareth spoke of it with such off-hand discretion, tossing it off as it was everyday that a man could breastfeed his own baby. As if it was perfectly normal to feel those curious flutters and twinges and tightness just there.

"Your mother has mentioned the symptoms in a woman, has she not? I wonder how sensitive yours are."

A cry wrenched through the air as Jareth's wandering fingers fastened and teased. Mercilessly. With that cool salve still on his fingertips. He stopped when Toby's hands flew to stop him. He let his eyes flick down.

"Keep your hands there," he whispered, slowly starting a gentle cycle of rubbing and tugging that eased the pain out. He half-closed his eyes, concentrating on the gradual build-up of pleasure that his young lover began to experience. Then he looked up, caught Toby's dreamy gaze and smiled.

The mortal had a split second to prepare before the sharp agony came, stabbing through him like a bolt of lightening.

Had he known, Jareth was actually being careful. He watched closely to ensure that Toby's body was reacting in a positive way, feeling the stiffening erection twitch and grow harder against his leg before daring to bring Toby back to pain. He didn't truly want to harm Toby. But pain? He had always himself found that just enough could be therapeutic. And whether Toby wanted it or not, his husband was about to find out that it could indeed be pleasurable.

When he finally let go, the mortal was half-moaning, half-gasping, tears standing in his eyes and his hips jerking to press against his torturer. Jareth's hands travelled down to the swollen belly. Instinctively Toby's hands rose to cover it, as if the small palms could really hide anything that big. Jareth just smacked them away with a warning growl.

"Do not hide from me," he warned, "Not in my bed."

"It's not your bed." The words were out before he could bite his tongue. He braced himself for swift retaliation. It never came.

"I see you claim the right of my spouse," Jareth commented. He ran a thoughtful hand down a slender thigh, noting silently that the boy was too thin for someone giving birth. "Very well, then. I concede your right."

Toby relaxed.

"It paves the way for me to claim mine," Jareth finished, sliding a casual finger beneath to plunge ruthlessly into his lover's body.

A burst of pain and sheer fright and Toby bolted, scrambling away as fast as he could to escape those hands. 'How dare you,' he screamed mentally, 'How could you!'

'You belong to me,' the Goblin King said in kind, 'You seem to forget that.'

"I belong to no one," Toby said out loud, straightening himself.

A feral smile curved over the beautiful face before him, the smile that must have graced Lucifer's face just seconds before defying God. Toby feared Lucifer, and he certainly feared Jareth. Whether or not Jareth would intentionally hurt him was by the way, what he wanted was something Toby wasn't sure he could give outside of a dream. It was too raw, too passionate, too dominating. He'd been tied down before. He'd been brought to his knees before. And he had tried to kill himself through the shame of it. How could Jareth ask this of him?

'I don't belong to you.'

"Yes, you do," Jareth informed him, "You gave yourself to me once."

'That was for one night!'

"I let you hide, then. No more."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Toby whispered, getting to his knees and curling up, hiding himself away.

"I think you do," Jareth returned. He didn't move to cross the space between them.

"You're crazy!"

"For saying I have power over you?"

Toby couldn't negate that: Jareth did have power over him; Toby had given it to him himself! He had agreed to Jareth's terms and Jareth's traditions and Jareth's way of life. "I'm not like that."

The Goblin King didn't answer.

Toby knew that look in his eyes- "I didn't mean it like this! I'm not some kind of…"

"Of what?"

"I didn't give everything," Toby said defiantly, "I won't give it."

Jareth raised a hand and deftly found what he was searching for- "That's because I haven't claimed it yet."

With a mental flick borne of long practise and an infinite number of such games, Jareth delved into Toby's power centre and loosed it. He watched in satisfaction as the mortal doubled over, eyes glazing over as the rampaging magic shot sparks all through that golden body, mingling burning heat with intense pleasure. He wrapped himself around his lover's mind, forcing it to open to him, ripping into it with a callous disregard for the pain it caused.

To his credit, Toby didn't make a sound. He fell on his side with a long shudder, fists tightening in the sheets. Jareth was most impressed. His lover was usually more expressive, though granted the stakes had never been quite this high. Toby had never played for absolute control before. His little fire-blond did have strength in him!

Toby kicked out as a particularly vicious spike of magic dug into his spine, biting on his lip to stop a cry. 'You don't get to win this,' he managed to say, refusing to loosen his tongue for fear of giving in.

A white hand reached to gently tilt his chin up and back. "I will."

The following hour passed like a blur. Jareth kissed him senseless for long moments in time, scholar's palms rubbing alternately hard and then gentle against his aching nipples, pressing close and sliding carefully against him, gentle where the magic was savage. And then the Goblin King had pushed him to his back and cupped the large expanse of his stomach in his hands.

The magic had continued to flow. There was no rhyme or reason to it and Toby was held captive to its sway, forced to surrender to it in order not to be driven out of his mind. Release seemed imminent too fast.

And then Jareth fixed that little problem for him. Toby stared in confusion at the length of black ribbon that the Goblin King trailed over his mouth. He shut his eyes in desperation as Jareth kissed him, the ribbon still soft between their lips. Toby obliged, tired and hyper and far too near to orgasm to care overmuch what happened to him. The only thing he kept control of was his voice. He would not scream.

Jareth wrapped the ribbon around the base of his erection and tied it off, effectively driving the climax further and further away while allowing the pressure to continue unchecked. Then Toby had cried. He hadn't screamed or shouted or said anything; he had simply let the tears fall, shaking with the force of pent-up emotions pounding through his soul.

Unknowingly, he let Jareth take them in. He let his husband absorb them and sort through them and sooth them with more pain and pleasure than he could handle. And he let himself be worked past the point of awareness to pure feeling. He was floating like driftwood in a storm and he could only ebb and flow as the waves pulled him.

Jareth watched. With greedy eyes and hungry mouth, he watched the golden body flush with desire and drape itself in a sumptuous feast across the white sheets. And he couldn't resist pushing for more. He hadn't planned to hold off his lover's climax; it had simply happened because Toby hadn't given in. Whether or not Jareth controlled both his mind and his body, the mortal would not admit it; he was still keeping a semblance of control and Jareth could not tolerate that.

The sun rose and shone fully on the both of them, drawing silver tints and golden highlights out of both. Blue eyes glowed with power and desire and dual-coloured ones darkened with victory and intensity. Soft white hands with long, artists' fingers traced time and again over the bump between them, caressing and casting sigils of protection and promise into skin though Toby couldn't have understood.

Minds merged and separated, flowing between one body and the other until it seemed as if they encompassed the entire room. What one saw, the other saw; what one felt, the other felt. It was like making love with one's mirror image and one's lover and his mirror image. Jareth could almost feel an answering ache in his own groin when he forced back another orgasm. Toby was beginning to drift out of his own body; the game had gone on too long.

But he wasn't done yet. He lay down between the partially spread legs and spread them wider. Toby propped himself up and looked down at him, drugged on need and panting raggedly. Jareth pushed the legs even further. He sat up and kept pushing. Toby's hands were currently lying placidly on either side of him, silver cuffs glittering on his wrists like shining beacons. Jareth didn't look at the cuffs, allowing himself only to think of why Toby had to wear them. Of the lesson he was teaching. He needed to remember that or he would pull them off himself and Toby wasn't ready yet to give in without force. Toby needed it. Jareth wanted to remember that.

"Jareth, please..."

He re-focused on the blue eyes. Toby was staring intently at him, the burning anguish of need lulled for the moment to something bearable. And the mortal was giving in.

"You belong to me," Jareth told him.

The golden head nodded meekly. "I belong to you. I exist for you."

The words would have sounded trite and silly if Jareth hadn't actually felt the truth in Toby's mind. It amazed him, really, that anyone could actually believe their sole purpose in life was to be with him. He had heard the lines so many times before but to feel the innocent confidence resonate so deep that there no conviction so firm... well, that sent an arrow speeding through his own body that required at least four deep breathes.

He owned his elf, and he couldn't ask for more than that. Innate savagery welled up and without thought, he yanked Toby's knees even further apart on the bed, spreading his legs right to the point of pain, wanting the dull ache of the muscles to contrast with what he was about to do. He looked up from under wild blond hair and half-closed eyelids and then struck.

Toby mewled helplessly and jerked beneath that talented mouth's onslaught. "Jareth, please! My King... Oh God, my King..."

Jareth could hear the words in his head, could hear Toby's thoughts run like a movie reel in his mind: 'Jareth, please! Make me! Love you; crave you. Make me scream. Don't stop, please. Don't stop if I ask. Belong to you... no one but you... my King… master... mark me, brand me, use me... anything, I'll give you everythingfor this."

The sentences got more disjointed as the pleasure built up. Toby's breath was coming in short gasps and small cries, arching helplessly towards Jareth's mouth so that his stomach rose proud into the stream of sunlight that pooled around them. And the Goblin King wanted to see that. He wanted to see his husband accept what he had just learned. He needed to see it.

Rising, he lay back on the bed and pulled his lover on top of him. "What do you need?" he asked.

He knew exactly how Toby would answer that- "I need you," the fire-blond answered, passion driving shame or modesty from his thoughts.

Jareth smiled. He was going to enjoy this part. "You have me," he pointed out, "Now take what you need from me."

Toby's jaw dropped. Golden fingers trembled over Jareth's face. Toby almost pictured himself taking Jareth, as Jareth had taken him for so many months. But he shied away from that thought. It didn't seem right to top, at least not yet. He noticed Jareth's indulgent amusement at the thought and grinned shyly.

"Perhaps we can compromise," Jareth remarked, settling his head back into the pillow beneath it, "You want to top me. I'm not ready for that." Toby could feel the very real buzz of fear beneath the flippant words. "But there are other ways to top."

Toby looked puzzled.

Jareth's talented and much-beloved hands showed him how. The fingers steadied the erection beneath and then Toby hesitantly sat down, clutching fearfully at his lover's body as he felt himself stretch. Jareth let out a groan of desire that sent the waves spiralling back and forth between them once more.

When he was fully sheathed in Toby's body, Jareth let go. He placed his hands firmly on Toby's stomach and nodded. "You once said you'd ride me. Go."

Toby blushed and stayed still. "I- I can't," he confessed, "It's too much, Jareth. I've given too much already."

The look on the half-goblin's face was terrifying. Toby had thought he'd seen Jareth at his worst. He had certainly never seen him when murder shone in his mismatched eyes. Sharp nails bit lightly into his skin and he whimpered in fear and pain and trepidation.

"What more do you want from me?" Toby demanded desperately, "You played with me for hours before this. I'm hurting, Jareth. I need you."

"Yes," Jareth snapped, "You need me. Do you think I don't hurt?" He thrust up hard into the willing body and waited for the moan to die down. "But it is not enough. If you want a fuck, you do it my way."

"That's not fair!"

Jareth really was beginning to see red. His nails dug in just a little deeper, leaving dark crescent marks in the pale-honey skin. "Have you learned nothing?" he bit out, "Is that it? You're scared of what you might find on the dark side of the moon? What do you fear? What do you crave?"

"You! I crave you!"

"Then take me! I give you my permission." Jareth felt Toby squirm on top of him, but still there was something holding the child back. "What do you fear?"

"This is wrong," Toby burst out. And miracle of miracles he rose up and then slammed down hard, grinding down into Jareth's hips with a savage force that knocked the wind from Jareth's lungs. "I'm not gay. If you take me I have an excuse. But this... Oh, God, this!" He was keening, sanity fled to a corner of the room as he rose up and down with rhythmic sequence. "This is me, my King, this is what I want. Fuck! I need you; I love you. Make me scream for you, Jareth. Make me tell you that I can't live without you inside me."

Jareth watched, astounded. He had expected a show. He hadn't expected this! His own orgasm was too close and he felt his own thoughts twist and turn into sensation as he was taken higher and higher than he had been for some time. Toby's hands were on him, clawing at his chest and arms as he begged.

The long golden-blond hair flowed down the slender back and Jareth let out a cry of surprise as he felt a tiny kick against his palm. Toby shrieked as he felt the child in him move, raking welts into Jareth's arms.

The sun burned hot against them, the first day in winter with actual sunshine, and the earth swirled and tipped with them.

Jareth felt the movements become erratic, he saw Toby close his eyes and felt the frantic mental grab that his husband made at him. He wrapped his mind securely around him. 'Hold on,' he whispered.

Then he took hold of the knotted ribbon and magicked it away.

The earth stood still and then burst into white hot light that dragged them out of their bodies and up into sky, searing them with the rays of the sun.

Jareth was the first to return, his husband slumped unconscious on top of him, their bodies a sticky mess of fluids. Concern arousing energy, he laid Toby back down on the bed and checked him over. His pulse was too rapid but strong, his mind was just still flying above somewhere. There were no tears or injuries that Jareth could see.

The Goblin king rested a moment, fighting lethargy to ensure that his lover slipped into a healing sleep and not into a coma. He kept his hand on the large belly, willing the child within it to be safe. He felt another movement and smiled in relief.

Moving silently, filled with the sense of security and sated triumph, Jareth got the both of them cleaned before picking up Hoggle's salve again. After all that exercise, it was only natural that Toby's body would protest once he woke up. And hormones and body aches were not something the Goblin King wanted to handle simultaneously.