Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth, that belongs to the awesome late Jim Henson and awesome still kicking it Brian Froud and the still sexy David Bowie. Thanks guys for such an such a wonderful movie!
Warnings: This story is rated for mild language, some violence, David Bowie's Area, and of course sex, drugs, and rock n' roll. Oh yeah and David Bowie's Area, I mention this twice because there is going to be a lot of it.
Current Music: Station to Station by David Bowie
A Special Thanks to my beta, HippieAthena! And more thanks to everyone that reviewed, alerted and Favorited!
Chapter Seven
The Return of the Thin White Duke
"All of this is your fault because of your sheer ignorance! That thing looks like you because you created it and now its going to kill us all! You took my power and split me in twain because you broke your vows, my wife!"
Sarah furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "Wife? I'm not your wife. I'm not even married! I would have known if I got married."
The Goblin King let out a bark of laughter. A harsh laughter that grated on Sarah's ears and made her wince. 'Kneeing him in his fun bits is looking better and better. Sorry, Jareth.' Sarah kept that thought to her self, and the Goblin King spoke in a sing-song voice. "Your ignorance truly is astounding! And here I thought you ran away on our wedding night because you didn't like me. Well that can easily be rectified. Now to take my compensation..."
The Goblin King's mouth was only inches away from Sarah's lips and drifting closer. The smell of his putrid breath made bile rise into Sarah's mouth. Before the Goblin King's lips could meet hers, Sarah jammed her knee into his groin as hard as she could, and scrambled away from him. His agonized cry of pain gave her no little amount of satisfaction. He curled up in the fetal position holding his damaged area, hissing and squealing with agony. The Goblin King threw curses at her amplified by his pain. "You little chit! I'll throw darts in your eyes when I recover! I'll make sure your white shirt stains red with your blood! It's too late! Too late to be-"
Sarah worried briefly what hitting the Goblin King in his love spuds would have done her Jareth, but not for long because a familiar figure came tumbling from the sky cutting off the Goblin King's rant with a pained grunt. The Goblin King was on his back, and Jareth was on top of him effectively pinning him.
The diamond dogs no longer paid attention to Sarah, their complete attention on the Goblin King, and Jareth fallen prone in the very center of the great stone circle. The diamond dogs sat still and watched and waited to see which of the two should be the leader of the pack. Sarah managed to scramble on one good foot to outside of the great circle of large wolf shaped stones. Rudolph was there and to Sarah's relief so was Slepnir, neither one of them seemed to be able to enter the stone circle. Sarah grabbed the cast iron frying pan laying beside Rudolph, its heavy weight comforting her. Sarah looked back at the Goblin King, and Jareth, whom had rolled off of to the side. Both were moaning in pain and clutching their crotches. The fear that had previously coursed through Sarah evaporated at the sheer absurdity before her. With her Granny's frying pan giving back her courage, she limped to the fallen figures of the Goblin King and Jareth. 'Maybe now I can clear up this whole misunderstanding.' Sarah clutched her frying pan determinedly.
Jareth looked up at Sarah with tear filled eyes and Sarah's heart gave a painful clench. He seemed to be recovering from the painful blow she regrettably dealt him. Sarah immediately fell to her knees beside the man she had fallen for. "I'm sorry Jareth, but your other self tried to hurt me. I wouldn't really mind doing it with you, but I refuse to think of that thing over there as being you."
The thing Sarah referred to growled menacingly, "I am a part of Jareth whether you accept it or not. If you really want to fix everything as you claim to then you must accept me."
Sarah's temper snapped. She immediately stood up with a fire blazing in her eyes and wielded her frying pan like a war goddess would a sword that made the frightening Goblin King flinch with fear. "Now you listen here! If you want me to accept you then you WILL be nicer to me! When you're done crying like a baby we're all going to figure out how to put you two back together, even if I have to use duck tape! Now are you going to be nice or do I need to use some cast-iron persuasion?"
The feral Goblin King cowed before Sarah and the fearful iron she wielded. He gulped, and nodded.
Beside the cowering Goblin King, his other half looked proud of the young woman he had chosen to be his wife, even though she had hit where no man should ever be hit. Jareth with fingers still trembling with pain pulled the broken heartstone that resembled wolves from his pocket. Both halves were pulsating with light. "Why don't we try putting this back where it belongs?" Jareth croaked.
Sarah recognized what Jareth had in his hands. "Hey, my present from Ludo!"
The Goblin King knew what it was too. "The heartstone for the Wolves' Gate! How the young night troll get a hold of it? Well at least it did something right. With the heartstone's presence in the human world it helped keep the Labyrinth from closing off completely, even if by a thread."
"What's a wolves' gate?" Sarah asked.
The Goblin King sighed wearily. And gestured to all the enormous wolf shaped stones around them. "The Wolves' Gate is where we're all sitting in. The heartstone in my other half's hands, is supposed to go there." He pointed to a large statue of a wolf in the center of the great standing stones. It had a large crack through it, splitting it nearly in two. Where the wolf's heart is supposed to be is a hole in the exact size and shape of her Christmas present.
Sarah looked at the statue, and back at the Goblin King sheepishly saying only a timid "Oh." She looked at the broken heartstone that was pulsating with light almost like heart beating in Jareth's hands, except the broken halves were out of rhythm. "Is it supposed to do that?" Sarah asked Jareth, pointing at it.
Jareth sighed. "No its not, and my magic cannot fix it. I've tried. You must fix it, you're the one with power."
"What power? Why does everyone think I know what I'm doing?!" Sarah demanded.
"Because you broke it!"
"Because I believe in you!"
The Goblin King and Jareth answered at the same time. Sarah looked between the two, the broken heartstone and the cracked statue. Suddenly Sarah had a light bulb moment, an ingenious idea came to her. Smiling brightly at them she exclaimed excitedly "Wait right there guys! I have an idea!"
She walked over to where Slepnir was and found her magic sack still tied to his saddle. She noticed briefly that the pain in her ankle was gone. 'That's weird, could've sworn it was broken, I probably overestimated it. Oh well, now where did I put those things...' After a few moments of rummaging she found the two items she was searching for. She walked back with her prizes in hand and held up them up for them to see. "Look guys! We can fix it with these!"
The Goblin King and Jareth exchanged looks, almost scoffing at Sarah's idea of fixing a magical item with super glue and duct tape. Sarah saw their raised eyebrows "Look just try it, after all what choice do you have? Now I need both of you to get on either side of the statue and push."
Jareth eager to please her got up right away and handed her the broken heartstone, while the Goblin King grumbled trudged reluctantly to the cracked wolf statue. (Second sentence was fragment, so I combined two) Sarah super glued the two halves together and wrapped it securely together with duct tape. It looked like the goblins' attempt to fix something very expensive and very breakable hoping their king wouldn't notice it and have them all bogged. It didn't look pretty, but Sarah felt satisfied enough that she considered it fixed. The pulsing light from both halves seemed to be in rhythm with each other, the somewhat fixed heartstone seemed to be drawn like a magnet in her hand to its' proper place in the wolf statue.
The Goblin King and Jareth pushed on either side of the cracked wolf statue together. Sarah wished silently to herself 'I really hope that this works in putting those two back together into one body again. One Goblin King is bad enough...' With her wish firmly in her mind she pushed the now wildly pulsating heartstone into the wolf statue and watched in amazement. The great wolf statue, the stones around them, even the mossy ground began to glow. The diamond dogs that were silent and still are now howling and dancing excitedly. The statue in front of Sarah knit itself together and both the Goblin King and Jareth were sucked into it. To Sarah's horror she couldn't pull her hand away from the statue, "Damn! Did I super glue myself?"
Slowly Sarah's hand sunk in further into the wolf statue, try as she might she couldn't pull away. It felt as though she were being sucked under by quicksand, the more she pulled the tighter its grip. 'If this anything like quicksand then if I keep struggling then it will just pull me under faster.' With that thought in mind, Sarah swallowed her rising panic and willed herself to be calm. As soon as she relaxed she felt a familiar spine twitching sensation of crossing the veil and the world seemed to dissolve into darkness all around her as she too was pulled into the statue. When she regained awareness the first thing she noticed was biting cold and snow. It looked similar to where she just was, just covered in snow, same trees and same giant slabs of stones. She leapt back when she saw what was behind her. Where the wolf statue was supposed to be were the bones of a gigantic wolf with broken chains and a broken sword through the roof of its mouth.
Something in Sarah's memory nagged at her, she heard Norse legends of a large wolf and they seemed to match the description of what the creature could have been. Sarah loved reading fairytales from all around the world, one of many she read were the dark tales of the Vikings. She remembered famed figures of their mythos, figures like Odin the king of the gods, Thor the god of thunder and the trickster Loki. Sarah remembered that the giant wolf was supposed to be one of Loki's beastly children that was bound by the Norse gods. She tried to recall the wolf's name. "What was it? Oh yeah! Fenrir!"
As soon as Sarah spoke the empty eye sockets of the wolf's eyes lit up with an eerie blue light and howled mournfully. Sarah knew that sound, the same sad sound Ludo made when he was bound, she pitied on the beast tortured even after death. She approached the bones of the wolf. The wolf spoke in a low rumbling growl that grew louder. "You know my name! Just as I know yours Sarah, The-Girl-Who-Won. I saw how you kicked my father in his royal family jewels. I'm impressed. My father, he needed a little humbling, his ego grew larger than his head and his crotch. All of my siblings, even with our extreme differences, will agree with me on the subject where our father is concerned."
Sarah felt confused. 'I thought Loki was the father of Fenrir, The Goblin King couldn't also be the Norse trickster god, could he? It couldn't hurt to ask Fenrir a few questions, after all maybe he knows where Jareth and his alter ego went.' She cleared her throat and slowly approached the bones. "I'm looking for two people, well technically they're one person but they got split into two because of me. It's a long story you see and I guess I'm rambling..."
The skeleton of the great wolf laughed, a low rumbling bark. "Yes, my father, who was split in two by you. Yes I already know."
Sarah felt less apprehensive about the jovial canine spirit, but one question kept nagging her. "By your father, we're talking about, Jareth the Goblin King, right? The stories say he was Loki, the Norse trickster god."
Sarah could almost see the wolf's skull smile cryptically. "My father has many names, and many faces. Loki is merely one of them. He has appeared in so many of mortal myths and legends. So many that I don't think even he knows who he truly is anymore, though the Jareth The Goblin King is probably the closest to the truth. Most stories that mortals pass off as fable or myth often have a grain of truth. You should already know that not all fairytales are make believe."
Sarah fell silent taking in this startling piece of Jareth's past. 'Jareth and Loki are one and the same? Hmmm the more I think about it the more sense it makes. Yeah, I can see the similarities. But how many other stories is Jareth a part of that I never knew was him? Just who is he? And he's got kids! I guess it wouldn't be farfetched for Jareth to have children, if he's centuries old that I suspect he is it would far more unusual for him not to have a few kids already. Not unless he's got problems with his downstairs joy department, though it would explain the tight pants that scream 'I'm overcompensating for something!' Once I put Humpty Dumpty back together again I can ask him. Just another reason for the two of us to get out of this alive, besides going on a second date with Jareth.' Sarah wanted to put together the man she was falling for in one piece, and had to ask Fenrir. "Can you tell me where both of his halves are? I want to put Jareth back together again. I know I don't know him well enough to say for certain that I love him, but I want the chance to know him and maybe to know if what I feel for him is true love."
The wolf nodded, and smiled gratefully. A single tear of utter relief slid down his skull. "Thank you, Sarah, for caring enough about my father to give him a chance at love. He has had a very lonely existence and very bad luck with lovers. Most, like my mother only went to his bed for the power he offered, not for the man himself. You are the first thing that he loved that ever came back into his life. Even we his children have left him, some like myself, quite permanently. He was a broken man before you made that wish, Sarah."
As Sarah listened, she shed a tear for the Jareth she knew before he was split in twain. 'That poor man, I feel awful for treating him like he was a heartless villain that only stole baby brothers for fun.' Sarah knew then that any hatred or anger for the Goblin King was gone. The angry and hateful creature that had her pinned earlier was a creature sculpted by pain. She looked up at the sad ghost of the once great wolf. "I must help him! If love will heal him then I will love him! Just tell me where his both halves of him are."
Sarah could feel the skull smile. "My father is in good hands. His spirit's separated pieces fight for dominance. Look over beyond my bones, and you will see them fight. It is a trial of the spirit, there can be only one, and they fight for who shall be that one."
Sarah looked over beyond the bones of the great wolf Fenrir, she saw two wolves beyond the old trees engaged in a bloody battle. She got ten feet before Fenrir stopped her. "Wait, I have a gift for you; a promise that no kin of mine shall ever harm you and should you be in need all you have to do is howl and my children will come to your aid."
"Howl?" Sarah asked.
"Yeah, like a wolf. It's easy, come on give us a howl!"
Fenrir then gave a mighty howl, one Sarah was sure she could not match, but she would try anyway. She sucked in her breath and howled as loud as she could. "Not bad for someone as puny as you, but with practice you could improve. Now I wish luck and farewell, Sarah."
Sarah smiled, "Thanks, Fenrir. Before I go let me help you." Sarah untangled the chains from his legs, and pried the old sword from Fenrir's mouth. The sword broke easily, rust and time have done their work in destroying what was once a mighty weapon. As soon as the sword was pried free, Sarah heard the sound of a relieved sigh and stumbled backwards. From the wolf's bones Sarah saw Fenrir's spirit emerge, who barked and wagged his tail happily. He said in his low rumbling voice "Thank You." Then he disappeared in a flash of light with a final howl that to Sarah sounded like freedom.
Sarah walked over Fenrir's silent bones and to the two wolves still engaged in bloody combat. Neither one of the wolves was losing nor winning, they were too engrossed in their battle to notice Sarah. To Sarah they were identical in every physical way, but she knew in mind they couldn't be more different. 'One is the hairy bastard that deserved a kick to the stones and the other is that fantastic man who made me breakfast and does the dishes. So how do I tell which is which? Ah! I know! The one that tries to bite me is the one I want to lose this battle. Well, here goes something stupid.' Sarah scooped up some snow, forming it into a ball and threw it between the two wolves. The snowball whizzed between their eyes, interrupting another staring contest. They looked at Sarah, the source of the interruption, one wolf growled and the other wagged his tail happily. Sarah immediately knew which one was she wanted to win. She dashed over to the wolf wagging his tail giving him a hug and the benign wolf licked her face affectionately. "I found you! Let's put you back together, Jareth!"
The malevolent wolf growled and launched toward Sarah, aiming for her throat. The benign wolf tore himself from Sarah's arms batted the baneful beast away from her with a good blow to the head with a strong paw. Sarah saw the wolf she bet on to win, had gained in strength and size, while the other was looking more ragged. Sarah felt more confidence flow into her and her new wolf champion, "Okay Goblin King, it's time you knew who top dog was! Come on Jareth, together we can take him down!"
Sarah and her wolf champion circled around the malevolent and now ragged wolf. Her champion lunged toward the ragged wolf and slammed a strong clawed paw against his throat. Sarah then tackled the ragged and battered wolf to the ground and her champion sunk his teeth into his throat, gaining an unfaltering hold against his opponent. The malevolent wolf was at their mercy. The malevolent wolf continued to struggle as her champion's teeth sunk deeper into his throat until the beaten beast let out a shrill yip. The malevolent wolf was dead. They won. The victorious wolf stood over the wolf's body, glowing brightly. The defeated wolf's body dissolved into tendrils of light and merged with the victorious wolf. The light became blinding and when Sarah blinked both of them were gone.
Sarah walked back to the great standing stones where Fenrir's bones were. The biting cold gave way to a warm breeze and the snow was starting to melt revealing green underneath it's icy blanket. Sarah jumped when the great pale form of Fenrir appeared before her and jovial and carefree. He looked as he might have been in life, though he had a ghostly glow to his snow white fur. His eyes caught her attention, blue with one of his pupils larger than the other. He laughed, a low rumbling bark. "I knew you could do it! My father is once again whole in body! Thank you! And thank you again for freeing me! I am free to run with my pack, and to be able to smell again too!" Fenrir sniffed her. "Ah, my father's mark! Ha! I should have known my father had already declared you his mate! His taste in partners has most certainly improved. I look forward to new siblings, I have no doubt they shall all be beautiful with you as their mother."
Sarah's stomach got butterflies at the mere mention of having kids with Jareth, her mind conjuring images of many children, all of them a varied mixture of their looks, and all of them were indeed beautiful. Something in her tingled pleasantly at the thought of having kids with Jareth, particularly the thought of making aforementioned kids. Sarah shoved these thoughts aside violently. 'Hold it right there, Sarah! You are not imagining making babies with Jareth. Just because he's good with Toby and he makes my lady parts tingle just right, he's... Oh who am I kidding, I want him more than a she-wolf in heat wants the canine equivalent of Don Juan. Hell Jareth could make Don Juan look like a shaved orangutan...' Sarah's train of thought was derailed from its original destination to the gutter with one important question. "Wait, where is your father?"
The giant wolf grinned and answered cryptically. "Inside me. Now it is time for both of us to leave this place, my role as a gate guardian is no longer needed."
Fenrir disappeared as quickly as he came before Sarah could worm a straighter answer out of him. She felt a familiar tingling sensation that signaled the crossing between worlds, and found herself in a familiar mossy clearing of great standing stones. The diamond dogs were gone now as were Slepnir and Rudolph. She was in front of a large statue she now knew was of Fenrir, the restless spirit she befriended and freed. She heard Fenrir's familiar howl in the distance and heard the diamond dogs answering his call. It seems he was reunited with his kin. Sarah smiled and felt happy for the poor creature, trapped and bound even death, now finally free. She wondered what happened to Fenrir or his other children for that matter, 'Maybe Jareth can tell me. I want to know! What happened to you Jareth, to get so bad?' Sarah gazed at the statue of Fenrir hoping for answers. "'Inside me.' He says. What exactly does he mean by that?"
Sarah looked at the statue carefully. "He doesn't mean that Jareth is inside his statue does he?!"
Sarah pressed her ear against the statue listening for any signs of life. Thump-thump. A strong heart beat. 'There! He is in there! I need to get him out!' Sarah looked around for something to smash the statue open and spotted her granny's frying pan. She quickly grabbed her frying pan and as hard as could hit it against the side of the statue. Crack. The statue cracked open from the inside and like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon so too did Jareth emerge reborn. He was no longer split into two beings.
Sarah brushed rock and rubble off of Jareth. He was grunting with the titanic effort it took to break free of his stone cocoon. He stood before her naked and new for a moment before he swayed uneasily. Sarah was immediately at his side, helping him walk. He looked at her with eyes filled with love. Sarah knew that this was the man she fell in love with and not the beast filled with resentment. He gave her a worn but genuine smile, croaking with a tired voice, "Thank you Sarah... I knew I could believe in you... My love. I am whole again though at a price, much of my past is forever lost to me now. I know it's there, but it's just out of reach. I remember some things, but it's blurred like trying to see a forest through thick fog. You my love, are the only clear thing I can remember."
Jareth with a trembling hand caressed her face and Sarah leaned into his loving touch. "What happened? Those wolves, were they you or something?" She asked.
"We were in my mind, I think. The labyrinth is a sort of extension of myself. Places like this have access to deeper parts of my psyche. It is why I have guardians to keep meddlers out. The best explanation I have for you precious is that I must have suffered so much pain in my past that it drove me insane. Those two wolves were, I guess, my mind's representations of two conflicting halves of my mind. When that wolf died so too did my much of my neurosis and the memories that caused it. I'm still the same old tyrant that everyone knows and fears, just less likely to force myself upon you and more likely to respond to reason. I know now that had you not defeated me you, I would not have been a very good lover, more of jailor really. Your beautiful spirit would have broken under my harsh treatment. I would have-"
Sarah cut Jareth off with a kiss. "Don't think about the what ifs. Even if a lot of your memories are lost you, we can always make new ones."
Jareth's eyes widened, remembering something important. "My love! We must get to the castle beyond the Goblin City! Come. Help me open a path. Using magic will be quicker."
Sarah helped Jareth walk out of the standing stones and to a nearby old oak tree. Jareth took her hand in his and placed the other on the trunk of the tree. "Sarah, close your eyes and think of how much you love me. That is where magic is found..."
Sarah shut her eyes and squeezed his hand tightly. She thought of how she woke up feeling safe and wonderful in his arms. Suddenly she felt like she was falling through a trapdoor one second and the next she found herself tumbling out of another tree, falling on top of Jareth and some soft grass and clover. She was in some kind of castle courtyard garden with the tree they fell out of marking the center. They were in the castle beyond the Goblin City.
Sarah took in the beauty of the place, familiar old stone walls of a familiar castle surrounding an idyllic garden. Flowers were everywhere filling her senses with their color and their sweet perfume. Sarah recognized several of them; amaranth, red roses, honeysuckle, lilacs, forget-me-nots, primroses, red tulips, jasmine, and ivy climbing the walls. All of these flowers seemed to speak of love, both eternal and true. Sarah looked up at the tree in the very center of the garden that the two of them were under. It was the source of light in the garden, the tree was obviously magical in nature because the blossoms were glowing like Christmas tree lights. The light from the tree's blossoms, the fireflies dancing around them, and the twinkling stars and bright full moon above gave the perfumed garden a sensual glow. It was the perfect setting for making love. Sarah looked at the tree again and her stomach twisted in a knot when she recognized what kind of tree it was. It was a peach tree. A magic peach tree. "Jareth! Where are we?!"
Sarah looked over at Jareth and to her horror saw that he was not moving nor were his eyes opened. It seemed that getting the two of them here to the castle took what little he had left. Sarah panicked and held his unconscious form tightly in her arms, afraid that he had slipped away from her forever. It took Sarah a moment to see him breathing evenly, he murmured her name lovingly in sleep. She sighed with relief, realizing that the man she loved was not dead, simply snoozing. "I'm so glad I didn't lose you, Jareth!"
Sarah continued to hold Jareth in her arms, simply relieved that he was put back together, that he was alive, and that he loved her. The way he said her name, like it was something to caress, and the way he looked at her like he wanted to crawl inside her and never leave. Her eyes raked over him, taking in the sight of him. Jareth's appearance was as Sarah remembered him when she first met him in her parent's bedroom, wild ash blond hair that seemed to defy gravity and exotic wild eyes. He was also naked but Sarah was starting to grow accustomed to the sight of his "national landmark". As she gently brushed hair from his face she noticed his ears were pointed. 'Huh I guess his hair hid those, I've never noticed them before. Not surprising since his hair would have to be that big to hide that king-sized ego. His ego probably deflated quite a bit after that swift kick to the royal family jewels.' A giggle escaped her lips and the sound made Jareth stir a little in his sleep.
Sarah gazed down at the rest of his body, curiosity driving her to explore this new creature that was Jareth. The nails of hands and feet ended in sharp delicate points. What surprised her the most was a long slender tail with a tuft of dark blond hair at the end. Sarah wondered for the not for the first time what Jareth was. 'No label I can think of seems to apply to him. He's not quite human, that's for sure. Maybe Jareth is just Jareth.'
Sarah looked down at Jareth's 'Area' with a gaze filled with curiosity and a hint of desire. She was not very familiar with that particular part of a grown man's anatomy. Sure she'd changed her little brother's diapers and there were charts in health class, but Jareth was the first grown man she had seen naked in real life. The sight gave her quite a shock when she first saw him. Now she found the sight of him in all his naked glory both fascinating and beautiful. The skin of his genitals were slightly darker that the rest of his body, a very pale brown. Jareth's member rested on top of his sack and a nest of dark blond curls. A wicked idea came to her. "I wonder what it feels like..."
Sarah's hand reached down apprehensively toward Jareth's resting member. 'He won't mind will he? He did say I was free to touch it the first time I saw him naked...' Her curiosity and desire to explore this part of the man she loved overwhelmed her apprehension. She gave his appendage an experimental flick, mesmerized by the way it bobbed up and down. Feeling bolder, she wrapped her hand around his warm shaft, pulling the loose skin of his shaft back and revealed the moist pale rose-brown tip. She pumped his member a few times, loving the feel of loose velvet skin over hard muscle in her hand.
Sarah used her other hand to explore the sack that lay under his member, it was soft and covered with course dark blond hair. When she massaged it a little, she was rewarded with a soft sigh. Sarah continued to massage it and slowly pump his member with both of her hands, enjoying the reaction: moans of pleasure spilling from Jareth's lips. She watched in fascination as Jareth's member grew larger, and the head of his member emerging from the pale brown skin like a flower unfurling. Sarah leaned her head closer to Jareth's erect member, studying it closer in detail, picking up the scent of his lilac and leather soap and his natural musk. When Sarah gave the tip of his erection a lick, Jareth gasped. 'Huh, doesn't taste horrible, granted it's not chocolate ice-cream but it's not like it's my stepmother's steamed Brussels sprouts. Besides, Jareth seems to really love it.' Sarah gave the tip another lick and lightly sucked on the tip, making Jareth's breath to come out in pants. Sarah felt empowered making the mighty king moan for her and took more of him into her mouth. She sucked harder making Jareth buck his hips and his breath to come out in rapid pants. Sarah immediately stopped her ministrations fearing that he might wake up. 'How am I going to explain this one to Jareth?! If he caught me molesting him like this in his sleep, he'd never let me live it down!' Sarah's fears were confirmed when she heard a familiar voice, husky and dripping with desire. "Why ever did you stop, love?"
Color rose to Sarah's cheek, she wanted to find a rock to crawl underneath. She looked sheepishly up at him to see a smug smirk on his face and eyes glazed with desire and twinkling with a promise of mischief. Jareth purred, like a cat that discovered it could have the cream and the canary. "I never knew you to be such a bold vixen! Fellatio on a strange, naked man whilst he is sleeping? And you call me the pervert! I believe I have the right to punish you as I see fit. Now whatever shall I do to you for fondling a sleeping king in such a delightful manner?"
Jareth grinned wickedly at Sarah, while his eyes were twinkling with playfulness. Sarah affirmed to herself that Jareth the Goblin King has returned, no longer was he a man nor was he that creature. He was still the man she fell in love with, but spiced with something wild and exotic. Sarah shivered with anticipation under Jareth's smoldering gaze and seductive smile. Her body flooded with lust and her mind was filled with the need to touch the man she loved. 'What if something happens and I never know his touch?' Sarah's mind was made up, and her body burning with the need to be with Jareth. Suddenly Jareth's borrowed clothing she was wearing was too constricting. Wordlessly she stood up, for a moment Jareth wondered what she was going to do. Then she stripped, ripping the garments off her haphazardly strewing the clothing on the soft grass and clover beneath them. Jareth stared at her amazed, drinking in every inch of Sarah's naked skin like a man who has thirsted in the desert and finally found his oasis. Sarah stood before the man she loved and the man who loved her, naked and unafraid. "I'm ready, Jareth. I love you and I wish to be with you... as a lover. No more waiting. Please."
Jareth looked up at her amazed and dumbstruck, as if he thought that he was dreaming. "Will you be with me forever?" He asked her hopefully.
Sarah looked into his eyes with a steadfast gaze and nodded, "I think we've both been lost and lonely for too long. Let's be together forever."
Jareth did not hesitate. He pulled her down into his lap and took her mouth with his in a burning kiss, a kiss that Sarah reciprocated with equal fervor and passion. They broke the kiss momentarily to breathe. Jareth gazed deeply into her eyes, his mismatched eye boring into her. "I am yours eternally. This I vow."
Sarah's heart raced under Jareth's smoldering gaze, unable to look away. She gazed back into him, willing all of her passion and love to pour into him. "And I too am yours eternally. This I also vow."
In a flash the two lovers melded their lips together in a soul-searing kiss and embraced each other in one magical moment...
Author's Note: There is smut beginning of the next chapter, I promise! So try not to kill me. I also want to take the time to thank David Bowie for being completely stark naked in the movie "The Man Who Fell to Earth" and I want to thank the folk's who remastered the movie so I can see Bowie's area in high glorious definition. Thanks guys, its a gift that keeps on giving! Anyways so yeah, Jareth = Loki. I can totally see it, Jareth going by the name of Loki in his younger and cockier (even more so than he is now) days. Just compare Loki (from mythology) to when David Bowie was in his Ziggy Stardust and Aladdin Sane periods and the similarities are uncanny. Jareth being a trickster god makes sense if you think about it. If you're not knowledgeable on norse mythology you can google it. Or if you've got the attention span of a squirrel, like me, go on tvtropes .org and search under 'norse mythology'. Yes I've been troping again, I can waste hours on that site. Oh yeah! And look! Jareth has been put back together again! And he's finally going to get some... in the next chapter. Thanks for reading and please review!