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Warning: Mature themes combined with fluffy silliness and lashings of lemon peels.

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Science Fiction- Double 'Fae'ture

Ch. 6 Dammit Janet!

While Sarah didn't originally think that taking Jareth with them to the movie would be a good idea, after seeing the leering looks the taxi driver gave them while they were stuck in traffic, she was glad they had a guy with them. She was particularly glad he was with them when they ended up having to walk the last six blocks to the theatre due to night road works, and the area of the city where the movie was showing was not known for being a place that any sane person wanted to walk around at night – particularly dressed like she was.

Letting Alyse and Gina get a bit ahead of them, Sarah leaned close to Jareth and whispered, "You can protect us all if someone does something…um…aggressive, right?"

Jareth smiled silently, his lips curled in an evil grin, as he slipped his arm reassuringly around her waist, "For you pet, I would move the very stars to protect you…and your friends too should the situation warrant it. Believe me, if anyone would even think of harming any of you, they would soon find themselves dumped in a dungeon, a very long way from here, and guests of the crown for an unknown duration."

With a sigh of relief she attempted to step away, but he held her fast, his arm tightening possessively around her. Given her state of dress, and the fact that his arm was so warm, she decided it wasn't such a bad thing to be in his arms as they made their way to the theatre.

To say Jareth was surprised when they arrived at the theatre would be an understatement. For one of the few times in his long life, the Goblin King was speechless as he took in the scene before him. A mass of people ranging from young teens to people who looked old enough to know better, were milling around outside the theatre, wearing a vast array of costumes. There were more French-maids around than he could count, including several he was sure were men (which puzzled him all the more and he made a note to ask Sarah what that was all about at a later date). He was also intrigued by the women wearing suits similar to Alyse's pink suit, although they weren't wearing the shirt, just a bra – a fashion statement if he ever saw one, although he was glad Sarah didn't seem to want to emulate that style. And then there were the people dressed in lingerie and very high heels – including a number of men.

"Um, Sarah….I didn't think it was customary Aboveground for men to wear lingerie, heels and make-up, much less do so in public?" he whispered, holding her closer to him in case these strange people were in some way violent.

Sarah chuckled, "I tried to warn you this wasn't going to be your scene. And you owe me big-time Goblin King. Those men are dressed as Frank'n'Furter."

Jareth's eyes bugged wide then narrowed hostilely as he glared daggers at the back of Gina and Alyse's heads.

"That is what your friends wanted to dress me up like?" he asked, outraged by the very idea.

"Yup….so say 'Thank you Sarah for covering my royal heinie' and we'll consider the matter even," Sarah laughed, reaching up and patting his cheek as if she were speaking to a child.

"Thank you, cheeky wench," he replied, swatting her ruffled ass as they joined the throng of people near the doors. "And I'll thank you properly later tonight."

"Promises, promises," Sarah purred, her emerald eyes glinting with mischief.

They hadn't waited long before a red-headed girl in sequined shorts with a vest and top hat pushed her way through the crowd to them. "Sarah!" she shouted, jumping up and waving her arms to get their attention in the mass of people. "Oi! Get outa the way, will ya?" she grumbled at the big man blocking her path, as she shoved her way past him.

"Hey Janet!" Sarah shouted, returning the other girl's wave. "We're waiting to get our tickets, then we'll be in."

Shaking her head violently, Janet motioned for them to come with her. "There is no time, we have to get the floor show organized. So grab your party and get your ass to the side door of the building. We'll deal with tickets later!"

Janet finally reached them and grabbed Sarah, before guiding the group out of the crowd and around the side of the building, letting them in the side door of the building. Once inside the building, she led them to the front of the theatre, where there was a small stage. Jareth was surprised to see another male who looked suspiciously like another Fae, with dark hair, wearing heavy make-up, including blood red lipstick, lingerie, fishnets and outrageously high heels.

"Sarah, dahling," he drawled, waving at them, "We need you to join the floor show tonight precious one."

Jareth scowled, his eyes flashing darkly at this strange man who had the audacity to address his Sarah as 'precious one' – 'Just who does he think he is,' he wondered indignantly.

"Hi Scott," Sarah grinned, running up to hug the man in drag. "You know I've never been in the floor show right? Are you sure you want me?"

"Yup! Gina told us you can camp it up with the best of them. We'll move a few of the regulars around since you've come as Magenta," replied Scott, pausing to check out Jareth.

Jareth found it distinctly disturbing as this man in drag looked him up and down like he was a prime steak, so he slid his arm around Sarah's waist, fixing Scott with a feral smirk.

"So sexy Sarah, who is your friend here. Haven't seen him here before."

Sarah went to reply, but Jareth beat her to it.

"I'm Jeremy King. You wouldn't have seen me here before, I don't usually come to these sorts of events."

Sarah shut her eyes and shook her head. It was all over now. The organizers of the floor show now knew that Jareth was a Rocky Horror virgin. They were bound to want him to participate in the virgin sacrifice at the start of the show.

"Oh, always nice to find a Rocky Horror virgin," cooed Scott, before turning and shouting over his shoulder, "Janet, where is the red lippy? We've got a virgin."

Pushing Jareth behind her so she was between he and Scott, Sarah jumped in. "No really, Scott. That is such a bad idea. Jer doesn't want to be involved with all that, y'know how the British are."

"Now, now Sarah precious, surely your friend here is a big enough boy to take a little friendly ribbing?" Scott fairly purred, as he eyed Jareth with interest.

Jareth cocked his eyebrow and looked at Scott, his eyes narrowing. He knew a challenge when he heard one, and while this was not one he was sure he wanted to accept, his Fae nature wouldn't allow him to turn it down.

"While I trust Sarah's intentions are pure, I do make my own decisions and I can take whatever you care to throw at me," Jareth replied, his voice dropping low, a vague hint of threat hanging in the air.

At his words, Sarah groaned, her eyes shutting tight as she rubbed her forehead, feeling the beginning of what could be a horrendous headache. 'Oh fun…things just keep getting better and better,' she thought with a grimace.

"Terrific, Jer…that's the spirit," chimed Janet as she suddenly reached up and drew a 'V' in the middle of Jareth's forehead with the red lipstick, while Sarah stood there turning various shades of puce and wishing someone would yell 'Fire' or something so they could get out of this mess. All she could think was, "Dammit Janet!'

"Okay dahlings," Scott grinned, linking arms with Sarah and pulling her toward the stage while waving a hand in Jareth, Gina and Alyse's general direction, "You lot go grab some seats near the front. We will definitely want Jer for the sacrifices."

Alyse and Gina whooped and high-fived at the news that Jeremy/Jareth was going to be part of the festivities and had already planned what they would offer if he was put up for auction instead of the usual sacrifice. For his part, Jareth looked suitably silly with the V on his forehead and now wished he had listened to Sarah instead of letting his ego in the way, a decidedly new feeling for the Goblin King.

The girls and Jareth found seats in the front section of the theatre, along the center aisle so that they could be in the thick of things and so Jareth had a good view of both the floor show and the screen for his first time. He sat in his seat while the girls greeted their friends, and watched Sarah on the stage, feeling a pang of jealousy as he watched various men hanging on her. When one leaned in to kiss her, he gripped the seat in order to keep from stalking up there and dragging her off. He was definitely not happy about her being up there.

As the lights began to dim, the girls dragged him to his feet, seeming to get very excited about what was coming next. He cringed as the crowd began to chant and stomp their feet, "Virgins! Virgins! Virgins!" All of a sudden, as if on a signal, most people in the theatre sat down, leaving those with red V's scrawled on their foreheads, still standing – including Jareth, since Gina and Alyse were determined that he be part of the sacrifice and didn't tell him when to sit.

Jareth tried to sit in his chair, but Gina stopped him with a laugh.

"Really Jer, you need to show Sarah you are a good sport about things. Just go with it. It is all harmless fun," she said, a wide grin making him seriously suspicious of her motives.

With a deep sigh, he resigned himself to taking part in whatever this sacrifice was. If this was what he had to do to show Sarah he was up for a joke, then so be it – he just hoped his goblins and the High Court never heard of this ridiculous and most un-regal behavior.

Sarah and Janet hopped from the stage and cruised the audience looking for willing and some not-so willing virgins for the sacrifice, they each had to find four victims and Sarah knew Janet would make a bee-line for Jareth. Sure enough, before Sarah could grab her fourth victim, she turned around to hear Gina and Alyse cheering as Janet led Jareth to the stage.

Yes, the night, indeed just got worse.

With her virgins in tow, Sarah made her way back up to the stage. She was both horrified that Jareth was now up there, but also amused by the arrogant look on his face. 'Oh geeze, they are gonna eat him alive,' she thought with a groan.

Scott took the stage amid tremendous applause, with none cheering louder than Gina and Alyse.

"These are our willing virgins," Scott declared to the crowd, gesturing to eight people standing on the stage.

Sarah tried to stay in character, but was finding it difficult knowing what was coming up next.

'Please don't auction him off,' she fervently pled with whatever God took pity on silly people.

"Who do we want up for auction?" shouted Scott, driving the crowd to a frenzy as he stood before each of the victims and encouraged people to applaud and yell for the female and male they wanted to be auctioned.

Jareth watched this with amusement, until it was nearing his turn. As things progressed, he suddenly wished he had listened to Sarah and not decided to join them for their night out. This feeling was intensified by the roof-shaking roar that went up when Scott got to him.

"Hmmm," purred Scott, "Sounds like this one is definitely ripe for the auction block," he said to the crowd, who cheered louder.

Sarah cringed, frantically trying to figure out how to get Jareth out of this before things got out of hand. When she was up for the virgin sacrifices her first night, the girl who was auctioned off got more than she bargained for when several frat guys 'bought' her and she was more than a little bit worried what sort of bids might come up for Jareth, as she had seen several rather hungry looking women nosing around him earlier.

Jareth and the girl who were chosen for auction were led off to the side, while the rest of the virgins were 'sacrificed' by having them put condoms on bananas with their mouths. Jareth watched this with interest, idly wondering if Sarah had to do this when she first came to this show, and finding the very thought of her doing anything like that, more than a bit intriguing and arousing.

As they brought Jareth and the other girl back to the center of the stage, Sarah did her best to drop into Magenta mode, she was going to need it for what she had to do.

"We'll save the best for last," Scott began, as he started the bidding on the girl. The usual offers were made, everything from sexual favors to random bits of food and props. Scott finally gave the girl to a group of frat guys in the back of the theatre who offered a case of beer, a group of four carrying her off the stage. And then, there was only one person left….Jareth.

"So gang….what do I hear for this sexy, hunk of flesh in leather?" drawled Scott, running his hands across Jareth's leather clad shoulders.

Jareth felt like an idiot and was roundly cursing himself for ever having shown up or inviting himself along on tonight's little adventure. If it weren't for Sarah's promise for later, he was sorely tempted to stop time and vanish home before anything else happened. But no, he wanted Sarah – badly – and that meant he would be a good sport and put up with this nonsense.

Before the bidding could get started, Sarah stalked across the stage, pressing herself against Jareth's side, throwing her left leg up around the front of Jareth's waist, showing off her legs and frilly knickers, while giving a little grind against his hip.

"This one is too good for them….he's mine," she breathed into her mic, before leaning in and running her tongue up the side of his face from his jaw to his hairline. "Hmm….such a tasty morsel," she purred seductively.

Jareth couldn't help but look surprised when Sarah wrapped herself around him, but didn't know what to think when she licked him.

When the crowd began to cheer, she leaned in, covering her mic and whispered in his ear, "For the love of all things holy, follow my lead and do what I say."

Scott, looked at Sarah in shock as if to ask what the hell she was doing, then continued, "Well, we need to see proof of ownership first. You say he is yours, then prove it honey."

Sarah gave a lascivious shimmy, lifting her breasts upward, then leaned forward flashing the bite mark Jareth had left on her breasts earlier to Scott, before parading along the front of the stage showing it to the audience as well.

The crowd loved it, but wanted more.

"That bite could be from anyone cuz Magenta is a …." Scott droned on, holding his mic toward the audience encouraging them to get involved.

"SLUT!" screamed the audience with gusto.

"You're gonna have to do better than that to prove he is yours, Magenta," challenged Scott.

Sarah blew a kiss to the audience and strutted around Jareth as he stood there, watching her with a sardonic smirk on his face, his mismatched eyes glinting with mischief. Standing in front of Jareth with her back to the audience, she cheekily flipped her skirt up, showing them the pink ruffles on her bum, before strutting around Jareth again, trying to buy herself time to come up with a plan. Her mind was frantic as she tried to think of something she could do.

Pressing tight against his chest, she covered her mic and whispered in his ear, "When I wrap my leg around you, pick me up and don't drop me no matter what."

With a cheeky wink at the audience over her shoulder, Sarah flung a leg up around Jareth's hip, biting back a moan as he picked her up as asked, so she could wrap her other leg around him.

Jareth looked into her eyes as he held her up, in front of this room full of people cheering and screaming, "Really pet, I never would've pegged you for being an exhibitionist," he teased in a whisper, his hands caressing her ass as he held her.

Sarah draped her hands over his shoulders, she had to make this look good in order to stake her claim. Sliding her hands into his hair, she tugged hard, before kissing him passionately. Leaning close to his ear she whispered, "Hang on tight, things are going to get…um…different."

With that, she crossed her arms over the top of her chest as if holding her breasts up and slowly bent over backward until her hair was sweeping the floor, her hips grinding against Jareth's as she faced the audience, upside down. Just as slowly as she arched backward, she sat back up.

She pressed close to him, licking his ear as he groaned. It was almost more than he could take. The way she was wrapped around his body was driving him very close to the edge. Every nerve in his body was telling him to just transport her back to his chambers and ravish her for the next week straight, but all he could do is hold her up.

With a wriggle of her bum, Sarah lowered her legs, while Jareth kept his hands firmly on her ass, to great applause from the crowd. Taking advantage of his possessive posture and needing to further get the crowd excited, Sarah spun in his arms, grinding her bum against him as she sunk to the floor, wriggling the whole way, before slowly wriggling her way back up, knowing her skirts were caressing him as she moved, as his hands were caressing her.

When she was standing again, his hands around her waist, he could stand it no longer. Jareth reached up with one hand, tugging her hair and head to the side and latched on to the side of her neck, making Sarah moan into her mic and go limp against him. She whimpered, ignoring the fact that the mic was on, as bit her hard, sucking firmly against her neck. The crowd went wild when Jareth finally broke the kiss, then turned Sarah side on, her neck bent to show off the fresh bite marks.

As MC, Scott was speechless, so Sarah took over, purring into her mic in her best Magenta voice, "Told you he was mine," then grabbing the front of Jareth's shirt, led him firmly from the stage.

They got halfway across the stage toward the stairs when Jareth grabbed her hand, spun her back into his body, bent her as if dipping her in a dance, before imprisoning her lips with his, making her gasp into the mic. His kiss was ferocious in it its intensity, demanding everything she had, and making her belly throb for him. Breaking the kiss suddenly, he saw Sarah wobble on her feet, so he merely swept her up into his arms and carried her off the stage, to a roar of cheering from the audience.

Setting her on her feet in a corner by the stage, he laughed low, his eyes dark with desire as he looked at her.

"That was most impressive, pet. I had no idea you were so…flexible. You have been holding out on me, in more ways than one," he whispered, his voice a silken caress in her ear, despite the din of the audience.

"Yes, well you can thank me for saving you later, I'm sure you'll find a suitable way," she replied, licking her lips slowly as he pulled her hips close to him again. "And if you're really good, you might get to see just how flexible I can be."