Hello everyone. Here is the next chapter and it comes with a heavy !smut warning! so don't say I didn't tell you. lol.

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Toby sat on the bed he had been using since his arrival in the Underground, letting his head fall back against the headboard, his eyes shut. His mind was in turmoil. Phoenix' delicate features swam in his vision, her lips slightly parted, her eyes sparkling, just as she had looked before he had kissed her. And what a kiss it had been. The feeling of her tongue against his, her slight form against his chest. Warmth. Soft sweetness. Toby opened his eyes and shivered slightly. She was a very attractive young woman, for all her girlish qualities. But she was too young, too vulnerable. He could not bear to think what had happened to her that day that had caused the damage he had seen on her beautiful body. And yet she trusted him. A stranger. Blind trust that he had done nothing to deserve. And her forcefulness. So like her father. So like Jareth.

Jareth. Jareth would tear him limb from limb for touching his daughter if ever he found out, their encounter on the morning after that fateful day had proved as much. But what if that weren't the case. Toby allowed himself a few moments of blissful imagination in which Jareth approved of their union. Their wedding night. How he would kiss Phoenix gently as he led her towards the bed.

No.

Jareth storming in. The pain of the castration. Probably a blunt knife. Toby shivered again, this time out of disgust.

Tomorrow, he vowed, after the trip to visit Rath, he would tell Jareth of his need to return to the Aboveground. He simply could not trust himself to stay here. Sighing, he got up off the bed and pulled his T-shirt over his head, slowly getting ready for bed.

Jareth tapped lightly on the door before pushing it open.

"Nathaniel, can I come in?"

Nathaniel was sitting cross legged on Rath's bed, surrounded by the litter of books and clothes that denoted his search through Rath's possessions. As Jareth entered, he raised his head from the piece of paper he had been studying.

"Hello." Nathaniel's voice till sounded a little odd.

Jareth's eyes swept the chaos that had been Rath's half of the room. Though never exactly neat, it was now a compete mess. Clothes that had at least been half in the chest of drawers now lay on the strewn about the floor, the books that had been stacked haphazardly in and around the book shelf had toppled their piles, many lying open. Next to Nathaniel on the bed, the pillow had been pulled out of the pillow case and the sheet untucked.

Jareth swallowed. "Well?"

"I found it." And he held out the piece of parchment that he had been reading. Carefully Jareth took it from him. "He found them in one of your books in the library a few days ago. He liked them so he copied them out."

Jareth let his eyes fall to the scrap in his hand. It had been torn from Rath's notebook. His thin, slightly wobbly handwriting covered it. Jareth stared at it for a few more minutes, not reading, just looking at this reminder of his son's existence. He let his eyes begin to take in the words. The first was an extract from a poem, Rath's notes adorning his copying.

If wealth thou art wooing, or title, or fame,
There is that in the doing brings honour or shame;
There is something in running life's perilous race,
Will stamp thee as worthy, or brand thee as base.
Oh, then, be a man — and, whatever betide,
Keep truth thy companion, and honour thy guide.

Remember: Important things are not what may seem to be of value. Nath will be king. He will be known like Daddy and remembered. I am just Rath. I will not be king. I will not be special. But I will try and follow this poem. I'll tell the truth and try to be a nice person. And then whatever happens I know I did my best. This tells me what to do.

Jareth blinked his eyes and looked down to the next section of Rath's spidery writing.

And rapture, its passion to innocence lending,
Is a dance in my soul, and a song in my ear.

From the last part of Pan's Last Request. Explained in the text as when one eroticism's bliss lends its power to the innocent then Pan will be free of soul and voice once more. Quite difficult to understand. Gaining strength across different forces of power. But I think it should be re-written like this:

And Rapture, HIS passion to Innocence lending

Written like this it makes more sense. Make Rapture and Innocence into personalities. That means it is a person who will free Pan. I wonder what form? And who the people are?

Jareth suddenly realised he had stopped breathing. Could Rath have been right. He had read the fable of Pan's Last Request of course, and been interested. But he had never tried to work out its meaning like Rath obviously had. Rapture and Innocence as people, players in the freeing of Pan? It was an interesting theory and one, Jareth realised with a start, did seem to fit the facts, if indeed the defeat of Time was the freeing of Pan. Rath in the role of innocence, and you could hardly have found a more innocent power. And Rapture? Jareth looked back at Rath's note of the book's explanation. Eroticism's bliss. Jareth wondered briefly if Rath had known what that meant. Eroticism's bliss lending power to innocence, if Rath's interpretation had been correct. Had Rath produced magic before he had arrived? Magic that he had not seen. He did not think so, judging from Nathaniel's memory. Did that make him Rapture? It was a very interesting notion that his young son had put forward. He must have been very perceptive. Jareth looked down at the last entry. It was very short.

Twilight is softly falling as the sun sinks in the West,
The one I love is calling, "Shepherd, come home to rest."

Last lines of – The Gravestone Yet to Come. Twilight, the end or death of light. This one is easy. Father's death.

Father's death. His death. Jareth swallowed convulsively. Was this his gravestone? His epitaph? He shuddered a little and read it again. He could not fault Rath's logic. Jareth, the Light One. Twilight, as the light was fading. Someone called to rest.

"Do you think he was right?" Nathaniel broke in on his thoughts.

Jareth looked up from the paper. Nathaniel was watching him closely.

"I think it highly likely."

"He loved doing that. Finding the interpretations of things. He would pick up one of your old books, the sort that are all written in cripitc. I could make no sense of it but he'd just start explaining it like it were obvious. And he loved doing it. That was his kind of learning."

There was a note of admiration in Nathaniel's voice, mixed with a deep sadness. Jareth smiled at him.

"For such a young boy, he was very wise," Jareth told Nathaniel. "Which part did you have in mind?"

"Either the first or the second. I don't want to think about the third."

Jareth nodded in agreement. "I think you are right. Well done Nathaniel. You are doing very well."

Nathaniel hugged his arms round his body and looked down at the bed. "I want it to be right," he muttered.

Jareth crossed to where he sat and knelt down, wrapping his arms round his son. "I know," he whispered and kissed the boy's forehead. "Come on."

Carefully, Jareth picked up Nathaniel, even though he was no longer small and had not carried him to bed in many years. He tucked the covers round Nathaniel and placed is fingers to the boys temples, ready to send him into a deep sleep, but Nathaniel stopped him.

"Not tonight," he whispered. His eyes carried the faintest prickle of tears.

Jareth regarded him for a moment, before nodding his head. Carefully he placed the paper covered in Rath's notings on the nightstand, before slipping from the room. He poked his head round the door to Phoenix' room, where Sarah was just kissing their daughter goodnight. Phoenix' eyes where shut and her breathing already deepening in sleep as Sarah softly closed the door behind them.

She turned from the door, looking up at Jareth.

"Is Nathaniel alright?" she asked him.

Jareth nodded, "Just falling asleep," he replied.

Sarah reached out and touched the side of Jareth's loose fitting shirt. "Good," she whispered.

And then they were kissing, tongues engaging in a passionate duel as Sarah's hands moved to grip Jareth's narrow hips and his hands splayed on her back. Taking control, he turned them, pushing her back against the wall and shoving his knee between her legs and pressing upwards, lifting her feet off the ground so that she pressed tightly against the hard muscles of his thigh. Sarah gasped, her head falling forward, teeth sinking into the soft skin of his shoulder. Jareth hissed, his head falling back as she shifted, her leg brushing the erection tightening painfully in his breeches. He felt her smile against his shoulder seconds before he felt her hand grip him tightly, squeezing almost painfully through his clothing.

Jareth groaned a dropped his leg, catching Sarah against the wall so that she wouldn't fall. She looked up at him with a mischievous sparkle in her eye. Jareth felt himself grow harder in her hand. Sarah pressed forwards against him, her hand still between them as she brought her lips hotly back against his. Jareth moved his hands to her waist, starting to trace them up her ribcage, but Sarah's hand tightened painfully.

"No," she ground out. "No touching or..." she tightened her hand again.

Jareth groaned softly at the feeling, the pleasure mixed with the almost unbearable pain. He considered asserting his power, blasting her against the wall and taking her. He did not like giving up control. He looked down into Sarah's blazing eyes. No, he decided. He would let this run for a while and see where it going.

Sarah saw the submission in his eyes and grinned with triumph. He very rarely relinquished any control, and she knew she would pay dearly for this by the end of the night. She looked forward to the punishment. His cock seemed almost impossibly hard in her hand as she pressed her breasts tightly against his chest and ran her free hand down his back.

Jareth felt her untuck his shirt and he allowed his eyes to flicker shut at the feeling of her hand against the bare skin of his back. In all their years together, they had never abstained for this long and his senses seemed to be heightened to her. Sarah quickly withdrew her hand and raised it to her mouth, slightly damp with the sweat from his back. Jareth's eyes widened and he felt his cock twitch as she raised each finger to her lips and sucked off the slightly salty taste.

When her hand returned to his back he shivered at dampness carried on her hand. Carefully, her fingers slipped below the waistband of his breeches, laying across the tight muscles of his buttocks as she pressed their bodies closer together, staring up into his face, gauging his reaction as their bodies ground together. Carefully, she released his cock and brought that hand round to join the other. She curled her fingers, gripping his buttocks tightly as she rubbed her stomach against his painfully hard cock.

He hissed, his head falling forward as he nipped the shell of her ear sharply. ""Temptress," he whispered.

Sarah smiled to herself and tightened her grip, pulling his buttocks apart and tracing her fingers down between them. Jareth's attentions to her neck paused as the tip of one finger came to rest at his puckered entrance. Quickly, she brought one hand back round to grip his cock, her hand dropping to his balls, twisting very slightly.

Jareth gasped, his eyes flying open in the sudden pain. Sarah smiled in satisfaction and pressed her finger forward. Jareth leant his palms against the wall behind her head and gritted his teeth against the invasion. It felt like she was pushing forever until he felt her palm come to rest against him, the tip of her index finger lightly stroking the underside of his balls while the other hand returned to stroking his length. Sarah waited until his erratic breathing had steadied a little before she pulled out a little and added a second finger. She watched as Jareth bit his lip, but otherwise did nothing to stop her. When she was still once more Jareth brought his eyes to meet hers.

"Sarah..." he began but she twisted her fingers slightly and he fell silent.

"No talking," she told him. "Walk."

Jareth found it incredibly difficult to move with her fingers inside him, but when he stopped she tightened her hand around him so tightly that he thought his eyes were going to pop out of their sockets. In his mind, it took forever to make it to the bedchamber, and when at last he pressed his shoulders back against the door and ceased moving, he almost breathed a sigh of relief. Sarah smiled up at him and twisted her fingers, watching the expression on his face – a mixture of shock and pleasure.

Crossing and uncrossing her fingers within him so that he began to pant, Sarah lent up on tiptoe and whispered in his ear.

"You will not come until I allow you to."

Jareth's hands fisted against the solid wood of the door upon which his shoulders rested, but he nodded his head obediently. Sarah laughed lightly and reached her hand into his breeches, pushing them down to is thighs and freeing his erection. She ran her up his length teasingly.

Jareth gritted his teeth and spoke into her mind. "You'll pay for this."

Sarah grinned at him. "I know," she said aloud, before dropping to her knees.

Softly, she took him in her mouth and swirled her tongue round his head, beginning to suck lightly. Gently, she began to bob her head, starting to pump her fingers in and out in the same rhythm. She was pleased to hear Jareth growl low in his throat and glanced up at him. His eyes were tight shut, his knuckles white as he clenched his fists, fighting the growing need with him. Sarah pushed her head forward as far as she could, swallowing him in at the same time as parting her fingers, stretching him wider.

Jareth stopped breathing altogether.

"Sarah..."he gasped and Sarah pulled back, looking up at him.

"Yes?" she asked innocently, before leaning forward and blowing lightly over his tip.

Jareth closed his eyes and bit his lip, shaking his head wordlessly. Sarah relented, knowing she could not hold out on him any longer when he was so desperate. And she did not want not hear him beg. Carefully she removed her fingers.

"Ok, Jareth."

She barely had time to say it before he was on her, spinning her around and pressing her back tightly to his chest, grinding his erection against her buttocks. She moaned and he pushed her harshly forward, bending her down so that her palms rested on the bed. She felt her jeans ripped down to her knees and his hand slip between her legs, encountering her readiness. She felt rather than heard his noise of satisfaction as one hand slipped to her stomach and he guided himself to her entrance.

And then, with one brutal thrust he was inside her, hands slipping up inside her shirt to play with her breasts as he pounded into her from behind. At that harsh pace neither lasted long and soon they were coming together, Sarah's legs giving way as she fell forward onto the bed, Jareth pressing tight to her back as he pumped his seed deep within her.

When it was over, Jareth rolled off her onto his back, pushing himself onto the bed properly as Sarah sank to her knees on the floor. Jareth brought his arm up across his face, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt. He caught Sarah's eye and the corner of his mouth twitched. Sarah's eyes twinkled.

And suddenly they were both laughing. Really laughing properly for the first time in ages. Sarah pulled herself off the floor and rolled onto the bed, laughing harder as her legs tangled with his and she kicked off her jeans as she moved to straddle him.

"You," she giggled, leaning down to tickle him with a handful of her hair. "You..."

"What?" he laughed, batting her away and bringing his hands to rest on her sides before pressing his fingers into the pressure points there.

"Hey," she squealed, squirming in his grip, trying to get away, but he was too strong, holding her round the waist and pressing his fingers harder into the pressure points. She leant down and began to tickle him in his exposed armpits.

"You little..." he laughed harder, squirming beneath her. "You little..."

"Yes?" she queried, redoubling her attack.

"You...you are the most...you little..."

And then they were rolling over, laughing and tickling each other, batting hands away and kissing any skin that came within reach of a mouth. Jareth twisted, slithering his body away from Sarah so that she collapsed in a giggling heap on the bed before renewing her attack.

"You...are..." Jareth batted a hand away that was tickling his lower stomach. He chuckled and nipped a nearby shoulder.

And then he spun them over, trapping her hands beneath his as he leant down over her, pinning her back against the bed and holding her there as she struggled to free herself. Slowly her fight subsided and they grinned down at each panting.

"Got you," whispered Jareth.

"Oh yeah," Sarah shot back and redoubled her efforts to escape.

"No you...you..." Jareth hung on until she was still once more.

"What Jareth?" she asked, her tongue poking between her teeth as she grinned up at him.

"You..." Jareth's own grin faded and his face became serious, "You are the most beautiful thing in the entire world." Sarah stared up at him for a second before raising her head to kiss him, but he pulled back. "And," he continued, "I love more than life itself."

Sarah smiled gently. "I love you to Jar..."

But Jareth's mouth crashed down on hers, stopping her sentence in a fiery kiss. It was only when she felt the warm skin of his chest pressing against her breasts that she realised he had vanished their clothes. Jareth wrapped his arms tightly round Sarah's back, moving one arm so that it supported her neck a little off the mattress so that he could encourage her to open her mouth wider, deepening the kiss even more, slowing the pace.

Sarah sighed in contentment, surrounded by her husband's warm, safe embrace. His protection and possessiveness. His weight pressing down on her, his arms holding her, their legs tangling on the bed. She smiled against his lips. Jareth pulled back, looking at her with such deep love in his eyes.

"What?" he murmured.

Sarah smiled and reached up to brush his unruly fringe from his eyes. "Nothing," she whispered back. "Love me, Jareth."

Jareth leant down and brushed his lips lightly against hers before pulling back so that he could look into her eyes as he very slowly sheathed himself in her warmth. Right up to the hilt. And then he stopped, brushing his lips over hers once more.

"Always and forever," he said huskily.

Sarah ran her fingers down the length of his spine and he shivered, the movement sending delicious waves of pleasure through their bodies. Jareth brought his lips down on hers once more, cradling her closer against his chest as he slowly began to move, sweetly feeding the coiling tendrils of passion until, with a soft, gasping moan Sarah came, tightening her arms around Jareth's shoulders, each holding the other through the shuddering throws of bliss.

And when it was over Jareth kissed her lightly once more before withdrawing and moving to the side, gathering Sarah to him, wrapping her in his warm embrace. Sarah lay in his arms, tracing little patterns on his strong chest with her finger tips and wondering whether or not to ask him the question that had been in the back of her mind since that day. She placed a warm kiss on the hollow of his throat and shifted so that she lay on her back once more, staring up at the ceiling. Jareth rolled over slightly, following her so that he was propped on one elbow, looking down at her face.

"Sarah," he asked, his voice gentle, "what is troubling you?"

Sarah's eyes flew to his briefly, amazed that he had read her so well. Although she supposed after so many years together, he knew when she had something on her mind. Jareth stroked his hand over the soft skin of her stomach, waiting for her to reply.

"Not troubling really...more wondering."

Jareth's fingers traced up her side, tickling her ribcage. He regarded her, waiting for her to continue.

"A wondering about...that day." A look of pain showed briefly in Jareth's eyes and then it was gone. He watched his hand as it traced the point of her hip. "A tiny detail, hardly important at all after...everything else."

Jareth drew a line from one hip to the other, fingertips ghosting so lightly over the sensitive skin between that it fluttered beneath his touch. He smiled slightly and ran the flat of his hand down the inside of her thigh before trailing one finger up again.

"What is it you want to know?" His finger brushed lightly against the damp lips of her sex and she shuddered involuntarily.

"Why I was suffocating," she said.

Jareth pulled his hand away and reached over her, running his hand down her far side and under her buttock, continuing down to her knee, lifting it so that her foot sat flat against the bed.

"You were suffocating because I was drowning." He caught her confused look. "I was drowning in a sea of spiders. They were choking me." He ran his hand down the inside of her bent leg before gripping the thigh nearest to him and pulling it further away for her other leg. "One breath, one heart beat. Remember?"

Sarah's sigh of realisation and understanding changed to one of pleasure as Jareth slipped one long finger inside her, his thumb moving up to tease her clit. He added a second finger, hooking them so that he brushed against the sweet spot within her, causing her to gasp in pleasure. But she still had one more thing to clarify.

"So when Toby gave me mouth to mouth..."

"You began to breathe, so I began to breathe," Jareth finished, leaning down over her so that the ghost of his breath mingled with hers. He added a third finger. "Do you trust me?"

Sarah shut her eyes against the strong stretching sensation as he moved his fingers up and down, causing a tightness to begin its coiling in her stomach. She was slightly confused by Jareth's question, especially since her current position would seem to indicate a strong positive in answer. But she looked into Jareth's steady gaze and answered him with his own words.

"Always and forever."

Jareth sighed and brought his lips lightly against hers, brushing back and forth before pausing long enough for his tongue to dart out and meet hers in a gentle dance of passion. His hips rocked slightly, rubbing his growing erection against her hip in time with his thrusting fingers. Sarah's tongue rolled round his in a sensuous massage. Carefully, Jareth added a fourth finger and flexed his hand slightly. Sarah's mouth flew away from his as she gasped at the intense feeling.

"Is this alright?" Jareth murmured against her lips, stilling the movement of his hand completely. Sarah's breath was coming in pants and he could feel her struggling to relax.

"Yeah," she gasped. "Very tight..." she grinned and shifted slightly, "but very good."

Jareth smiled, kissing her lightly before pulling back so that he could see her expression, scrutinizing her for signs of discomfort as he gently began thrusting his fingers once more, pushing slightly deeper with each thrust. Carefully he folded his thumb into the palm of his hand, making it as narrow as possible. Slowly, he began to push his hand forward, still watching Sarah's face.

Sarah's eyes flew open as she realised what he was doing. Her face filled with shock and instinctively she began to struggle. Jareth took the pressure off immediately, leaning over and kissing her, murmuring sweet encouragement until she relaxed once more.

"Hush my love, quiet Precious," Jareth whispered as he once more began to push forward and Sarah tried to over-ride her instinct to expel the invasion. "Clever girl, sweet love..." Jareth continued to whisper as he pushed forward with a little more force, the tightness at her opening seemingly impossibly resistant to get his knuckles past.

Sarah's breathing became more erratic as the pain increased, the widest part of his hand stretching the thin skin almost intolerably. And then Jareth felt his knuckles slip past the tightest part and heard Sarah's gasp. He pushed forward very gently and his hand slid in to the wrist as he concentrated hard, curling his fingers into a fist. And then he stopped, his painfully hard cock resting against Sarah's hip.

"Alright, Precious?" Jareth asked softly.

Sarah's chest was rising and falling rapidly as she panted. She felt so incredibly full, stretched tight. But his fist was pressing against the sweet spot within her, stretching her wide and even though it hurt, it felt so absolutely amazing.

"Yes," she gasped and Jareth smiled wickedly.

He leant his head down close to hers so that he could whisper sexily in her ear. "Tell me how it feels."

"God," Sarah felt herself become even more turned on if that were possible. "God Jareth how..."

Jareth nipped her shoulder. "I said," he growled, "tell me how it feels."

"Tight," she panted. "Almost unbearable. But at the same time so fucking good."

Jareth chuckled deeply, enjoying Sarah's use of language. He ground his cock against her hip as he spoke into her ear once more.

"If you want to be able to move tomorrow, you will have to beg my help."

He thrust his fist once, only moving it a tiny amount but the sensation caused Sarah's eyes to roll up into her head, even as she knew that what he said was right. Her fingers scrabbled at handfuls of sheet as Jareth began to move his fist in a rhythm designed to drive her crazy with passion. He dropped his head, tongue flicking out over one of her nipples and Sarah cried out. The feeling of Jareth possessing her so fully and intimately causing waves of desire and passion to crash over her, adding to the rising tide of her orgasm. Jareth ground his cock against her hip in time with his fist, feeding his own orgasm, determined to stay with her all the way. As he thrust, he began rotating his fist so that it turned within her, knuckles bumping over tightly stretched ridges of her walls. Sarah's hips rose up off the mattress.

"Faster," Sarah panted, writhing against him, pressing against his cock and causing him to grit his teeth in an effort not to come. "Harder."

Jareth complied, deepening each thrust a little and speeding up. And then, suddenly, Sarah's internal muscles clenched round his hand in an almost bone shattering grip and she was coming to pieces around him in one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever experienced. Jareth pushed himself against her once more before he two flew over the edge into that blissful tide of rapture, face pressed hotly against her neck.

As Sarah's rippling walls fell still, Jareth slowly began to uncurl his fingers, causing Sarah to moan low in her throat. Jareth covered her mouth with his, absorbing the groans from her battered body as he gently withdrew his fist, sliding it free much easier than its entry. He raised his hand and traced a sticky line down between her breasts.

"And tell me how you feel now," he spoke against her lips.

Sarah struggled to form a coherent thought process as Jareth slipped a hand beneath her a traced her puckered entrance, teasing slightly before allowing his hand to slide up and rest on her ribcage.

"Empty," she managed as the dull ache throbbed within her, "and really full. That was...amazing. And I miss you inside me."

Jareth laughed darkly against her lips. "I want you to miss me every second I'm not inside you. Filling you. Stretching you. I want you to miss me so much it hurts. So that you would rip out your heart for a few more seconds with me."

As he said it he flattened her hand against his chest, dropping the illusion for the few moments it took for her to feel the lack of heartbeat. Her eyes widened and she tried to move closer towards him, but a stab of pain from deep within in her caused her to freeze.

"Sshh," Jareth smoothed his hand over her breast, "don't try to move. Feel the ache." His finger traced the medallion shaped scar on her chest. "Branded as mine..."

His mouth closed over hers and she surrendered herself to the kiss as his hand roamed once more over her ribcage, straying downward to her stomach, resting there. And Sarah felt the ache fade in response to the electric tingle of fingers before he pushed himself over her once more and, without breaking the kiss slid back inside her. Making them both whole.

"Ache for me," he whispered. "Have me. I am yours."

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