Unnaturally Beautiful

Chapter 10: Issues

Jareth woke early. The sun was just beginning its descent. He pulled his gaze from the bright windows, allowing his eyes to adjust before he turned to gaze down at his bedmate. The boy was fast asleep still, mouth open against his pillow, a small pool of drool forming.

The Goblin King watched for a few moments longer before stretching and rising. He didn’t have time to stare at his prey, he needed to get a few things done. He relieved himself, washing up just enough to wake himself better. He looked in the mirror on the door, smirking. His hair was disheveled and his pants barely on at all, pubic hair slightly exposed. This image, he knew, would captivate Tobias, and that thought alone pleased him. For this image of himself was without magic or adornment. His young guest was taken with him in the most genuine way.

Shaking his head, Jareth exited the little room without his morning bath, going to the corner of his bedroom where his chests of clothes rest. He tried to keep his eyes from lingering on the form in bed, concentrating on dressing. He left his same, gray pants on, deciding on a reddish-brown top of unusually soft leather, tight on his torso, buttoning on the side, the shoulders exaggerated, the sleeves tight with flair at the wrists. He lifted his necklace from the bedpost where he’d deposited it before bed, the crescent pendant hanging perfectly on his exposed upper chest. Straightening his hair was a cinch with the help of a little magic. Lastly, he pulled on his knee-high black boots. There, done.

Which brought him to his next task. He’d whispered to Tobias in that other world, sent the boy dreams and silent messages, but knew little of its current appearance and styles. He remembered the many visits before, however, during his time with Sarah. How much could have changed? He walked around the bed, lifting the little folded pair of jeans from the floor. He held them up admiring the small waist. He imagined his young guest wearing black jeans and formal black slacks and tight little T-shirts and button up dress shirts. Most of the images were in dark colors, for that was what the boy liked as well as what he looked best in. Jareth didn’t bother picturing underwear, thinking instead of sandals and boots and little bits of jewelry and leather jackets and few other choice garments and accessories.

He turned, his lips pulling into a pleased smile at the sight of an extra chest near his own, certainly filled with all necessary items. Tobias would be pleased as well.

With that done, Jareth turned back to the boy, noticing suddenly that a line of skin was visible where the large shirt had ridden up and the blanket had scooted down. It was the loveliest three inches of pale flesh the Goblin King had ever laid eyes upon, low on the boy’s back, no doubt just above a delectable bottom. He leaned over and chastely kissed this exposed place, feeling an intimacy deepen in his heart. He felt it stronger and stronger more and more often it seemed. He knew now that the boy always slept on his stomach, and this seemed a most important fact since he imagined he alone knew this.

Jareth pulled back, turning to leave. Not another moment! If he lingered longer he’d be inching the blanket down further for a better glimpse. He snatched up his ledger on his way out, deciding to get a bit of work done in his study. There was no way he was going to get any work done in the boy’s presence. He’d use his study, a room he rarely entered.

Upon reaching his destination, he found a little surprise. A piece of parchment rest on the desk, a drawing, clearly Tobias’ work. It was an image of himself sleeping in the throne room. Jareth stared at it, noting the fine detail on his little form stretched out there. This seemed another level of intimacy, the knowledge of Tobias’ artistic capabilities. He was learning more and more things about his guest. He wanted to know everything. Carefully, he set the drawing aside, lighting several candles before taking a seat.

He got very little done, not that there was much to do this time of the year. Crops were good, mischievous behavior was low, everyone seemed relatively happy, and there weren’t any pressing events. His thoughts came back to Tobias, sleeping all but nude in his own bed. The boy’s beauty was enough to drive him mad, but it was more than that. Tobias was the only one to ever have escaped him, thanks to Sarah, and he was truly thankful. Had things gone his way… But no. Sarah had rejected his offer and Tobias was no goblin and would never be. The relationship he’d wanted with Sarah was shameful to him now. He’d wanted her as a slave, a possession, a beautiful thing to cherish him. Sarah had been so much more, however. She’d managed to charm him with her beauty and defeat him with her sweetness and goodness. She was a legend in the Underground, as was the babe who escaped his grasp. Tobias. While just as beautiful as his older sister if not more so, Tobias was a completely different being, believing in magic and evil and trusting in it. Tobias’ heart had dark corners filled with passion and that artistic eye! An exotic creature indeed, nothing of the purity he’d despised in Sarah.

Would this boy be capable of making him love? Jareth longed for the emotion, a secret he’d keep always. The Goblin King wished to love. He knew how to want and desire and lust, but he wanted more, and perhaps that was possible with Tobias, it seemed so.

A knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts. He looked up to see Merik standing tall in the doorway, “I’m surprised to see you in here, Sire.”

Jareth gestured for the young man to do away with the formalities, “I couldn’t concentrate at my desk.”

Merik laughed out, “No wonder why!”

Jareth sat up, “You entered my chamber?”

Shrugging, “The door was ajar. I didn’t realize he was sleeping in your bed.”

“You should have.” Jareth said through a smirk.

Merik entered the room further, fingering the dusty shelves and their contents, “Yes, I’d forgotten your habit of bedding anyone beautiful, only… I don’t remember you ever bedding a man… Or boy.”

The Goblin King sat back in his chair, crossing his legs, “Is that what this is about, Merik? While it’s none of your business, I’d have you know that I’ve bedded many males, even the masculine Trei once, long ago.”

Merik’s eyebrows rose high, he hadn’t expected that. The young General was certainly not the type for such an act, “Our Trei?” He asked, thinking of the young man he sat next to at dinner with his square jaw and long dirty blonde hair in it’s typical ponytail.

Jareth’s teeth showed in a cruel grin before he laughed out, holding his stomach to try and contain his amusement, “Long ago, my friend. Don’t bother Trei with these things.”

Merik shook his head, “Anyway, though I mind little… It matters that he’s male, and he’s from Aboveground. The ladies at court won’t stand for this, not to mention Wren.”

“Do you think I mean to take him as a life mate?” Jareth asked, a single brow raised in confusion, “I’ve had many such lovers.”

Merik shook his head again, this time with a knowing smile, “There’s a new look in your eyes, my friend. We all see it. The other’s have been talking, even the servants. We all know you haven’t taken a lover in some time.”

Jareth sighed, not liking this already. The Court was going to be trouble, it always was. The rumors spread every time he took a lover, that’s why he’d kept it so secret in the past. But Tobias was better than that, and he wasn’t going to keep the boy a secret, not with the possibilities he sought. He knew it was forbidden to take one from Aboveground as a life mate, but if he was capable of falling for Tobias as he so wanted to, he would perhaps do so. The hell with The Court.

The Goblin King rose, “Never mind all that. I’ll speak more on it at dinner.”

Merik nodded, noticing the drawing set aside on the desk. He turned it slightly to better see, “Your young guest do this?”

Jareth turned, his smirk returning, “He did.”

Merik’s smile fell away, his expression suddenly serious as he looked to his king, “It’s rather good, a very realistic image of you, Sire.”

Jareth nodded and left the room. He reentered his bedroom, depositing his ledger on his cluttered desk. Turning, he noticed Tobias’ eyes blinking into wakefulness, “Did I wake you?” He asked.

The boy shook his head, rubbing at his eyes, “Why’s it so dark?”

With a mere thought, all the candles in the room were lit, “It’s night out, child.”

“That’s right… Sleep during the day, up at night.” Tobias mumbled, seeming to have only noticed his state of dress.

Jareth watched as the boy struggled to pull his shirt down, “I’ve arranged for some more clothes for you, something more suited to your tastes. I’ll leave you to dress. I must attend to some matters, I’ll meet you in the kitchen.” He waited for the boy to nod, never tiring of the blush, before leaving the room, securely closing the door this time.

His strides were silent despite his slight heels and the stone floor, a work of magic. He could simply appear in the throne room if he so wished, but he felt like walking, the slight breeze in the corridors brushing his hair back from his face as he hurried down the hall. As expected, the throne room was busy with goblins, most simply yearning for his presence, others with reports to make, and still others with disputes. They remained noisy and busy as he strode through them, gracefully falling into his throne, legs draped over the arm of the huge chair. He dealt with them silently as he most often did, speaking directly to their minds, his eyes closed to better concentrate.

It took little time. He wasn’t completely finished, but the room had cleared considerably. This was the only room the goblins were allowed on the second floor of the castle. Later, closer to morning, the room would be full again.

Long ago, when he was young, a teenager if you will, he’d been given his curse, the Goblin King. He’d been the bastard son of the Great King, and the Great Queen had not been pleased with the news of his existence. And so he became the guardian of unwanted children from both worlds. Those from the Underground held their form while those from Aboveground were transformed into goblins as law required. Few respected the beings from above, those who’d sealed their world away, creating two separate places as apposed to the one grand.

Though it was to be a curse, few saw it that way now. He was a king in his own right with a vast kingdom and an impenetrable labyrinth. The goblins were great in number, and there were quite a few of his fellow beings, most taking positions in his military forces, others working as servants, a few became something of friends and dined with him each night.

The Court had few bachelors these days, his kind living unnaturally long lives and bearing few children. Without the mixture of those from Aboveground, his kind would eventually die out, but that was hundreds of years away. Nothing to worry about really. Still, he was much sought after, and he tired of it and rarely attended court or balls or parties, only those he was required to.

What nonsense it all was. He let the thoughts slip away, opening his eyes to watch his loyal goblins and their silly antics. Their presence calmed him, they weren’t monsters at all as most perceived them. They would always be children at heart.

Having enough finally, Jareth disappeared and reappeared in the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe, his presence yet known.

Tobias was wearing black jeans and a tight little black T-shirt with a screen print of a bright blue snake upon it. The blue brought out his enchanting eyes. On his feet he wore only a simple pare of black thong sandals.

Lyn wiped her hands on her stained apron, “The others ate much earlier.”

“They eat breakfast here in the kitchen?”

Lyn nodded, “Most of the time. Someone’s always hungry, coming through my kitchen for something, be it a servant or the king himself.”

Tobias brushed his hair back behind his ears. Jareth noticed those blue eyes were outlined again with the black make-up. It was rather fetching, however, it pleased him to know that he’d seen the boy without the adornment.

The boy leaned over the table, resting his head on its surface, “I wish I understood what was happening to me.” He said through a sigh.

Jareth stepped forward then, allowing his heels to click on the stone floor, “What don’t you understand?” He asked, watching the boy jump up and turn his way. When Tobias didn’t answer, Jareth decided on a different question, “Were you waiting long?”

Shaking his head, Tobias gestured to the food still on the table, “I ate a little. You hungry?”

The king dismissed the idea with a wave of his hand. He didn’t feel like breakfast this day, “I thought we’d take a walk.”

Tobias stood, nodding, “Okay.” He noticed, as they made their way through the corridors, that the king’s footsteps were silent. It was strange, he’d heard the stride before, hadn’t he? He shook his head, listening instead to his own steps and the sounds his flip-flops made. They didn’t speak, and it was more than awkward. Tobias simply followed the king’s lead.

They ended up in the courtyard. The air was cool out, the full moon lighting everything brilliantly. Tobias sighed, remembering this scenery. It made him nervous. How had he come here? Was this a place in his head? He remembered everything being so dreamlike that first night. He turned to Jareth, tears in his eyes, “Am I crazy?”

Jareth laughed, approaching the boy and placing his hands on either side of his troubled face, “Certainly not.”

Tobias sniffed, concentrating on the coolness of those hands against his face, trying to still his emotions and dry his tears, “But… Isn’t that what my imaginary lover would say?”

A smirk pulled at his lips, “Lover yes, imaginary no. This is real, Tobias, I’m real.”

He nodded, “I… I know. I believe in all this too much to think it’s my imagination. It’s just… I’m having trouble… Understanding, I guess.”

The king released the boy’s face, turning to sit in a nearby bench. He patted the place beside him, “Come here.”

Tobias complied, careful to keep space between them.

“Now, explain this dilemma of yours.” Jareth whispered near the beauty’s ear, also avoiding contact. This was a time for talk, touching would come soon enough.

Through a sigh, Tobias began sorting his thoughts aloud, “Okay, I was obsessed with getting here, right? Like, you seduced me from here.”

Jareth’s smirk made another appearance, and Tobias continued, “I guess it wasn’t too hard. I… I fell in love with you. I…” Tobias looked up to the king’s mismatched eyes, “I love you.”

The tears returned to the boy’s eyes and Jareth felt his expression softening, “Shh… Please, continue.”

Tobias nodded, “It’s hard for me to understand that this place is on the other side of my world, but I believe you. So, I kind of know where I am, but I don’t really know why. I know you said you wanted me here, that I want to be here, but why?”

Jareth crossed his legs, moving perilously close, “I’m not sure I’m ready to tell you why I want you here. Is it not enough that I want you?”

The butterflies awakened in Tobias’ stomach, and he swallowed nervously, “But for how long?”

Those cruel lips pulled into a smile, “Are you afraid to love with the possibility of heartbreak? I know you want me, I could read it in your heart when I came into your dreams.” Jareth ran the back of his hand along the boy’s jaw line, “So lonely.” He whispered.

Tobias closed his eyes, leaning gently against Jareth, “Okay. I’ll let myself fall completely. I’m going to trust you, but…”

Jareth nuzzled the warm place behind the boy’s ear, breathing the sweet scent of his raven locks, “But?”

“Please don’t hurt me.” Came Tobias’ whisper as he turned his face to the king, offering.

Without hesitation, Jareth accepted, pressing his lips to the boy’s. A soft, sweet kiss. So, this was the problem then? His young lover was hesitant to love. He’d have to be careful then, for he truly wanted this thing to work with Tobias. How could a being be so sweet and innocent and seductive all at once? Not to mention the boy’s dark, brooding side. It was too much, too alluring.

Jareth uncrossed his legs, moving closer, holding the boy’s face as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into the unthinkable heat. And that taste! Sweet yet utterly masculine in its essence. He wanted more. Slipping his fingers beneath the hem of the boy’s shirt, Jareth caressed his lover’s side.

Tobias sucked in much needed breath as he turned his head to the side, taking hold of the hand attempting to move further up beneath his shirt, “Wait.” He said.

The king sat back, “Not yet?”

“I don’t mind a little, but…” Tobias blushed, averting his gaze, “I don’t want to go too far until you love me to.”

Jareth hid his disappointment, “As you wish.”

Tobias felt a little pang in his chest. It was clear that Jareth didn’t love him in return, the man had all but said so, but the king had also made it clear that he wanted him, lusted after him. That just wasn’t enough for Tobias though. Pulling his shirt back into place, he smiled. That was okay though, he could wait. Even if Jareth never loved him, he’d stay with the man, so long as he was wanted. Was the Goblin King even capable of love? A curious thought. He kept it to himself.

“I saw your drawing.” Jareth said, out of the blue, wishing to change the subject and the mood.

“Oh!” Tobias said, remembering, “I forgot about it. I hope you don’t mind.”

Jareth smirked, “You can draw me all you like.”

“You know, I was doing paintings of you back home. Did you see them?”

The king shook his head, his blonde hair swaying with the motion, “I saw them through your mind, but those images were faint. I was mostly capable of reading your thoughts and emotions.”

“Oh.”

Jareth noticed the disappointment in the boy’s tone, “Perhaps I should provide you with some painting supplies?”

Tobias brightened, turning to Jareth, “Could you do that? Like you did with my clothes? Did I thank you for the clothes?”

Rising to his feet, Jareth chuckled, “You’re welcome, child. Now come, let’s go inside. You can use the sitting room for your art.”

Tobias nodded, smiling, jumping to his feet, feeling much the child as Jareth always called him. He felt a different person in this place. Normally he was serious and lonely and rather quiet back home. Now he felt almost giddy and sometimes bashful. This was perhaps the happiest he’d been in a very long time.

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The task was fairly simple. Jareth knew enough about art to provide his lover with everything he might need, Tobias helping. An entire corner of the sitting room was filled with the supplies. Tobias was already hard at work setting things up the way he wanted them. The moon’s light spilling in through the open balcony was diminished by the numerous candles alight in the room.

Jareth moved to sit on the extravagant sofa, watching in interest. Tobias situated the desk to face the room. It was a strange piece of furniture, tall, extremely slanted, an edge at the bottom to keep things from sliding off and falling to the floor. It had taken Jareth three tries to get it right.

The canvases Tobias leaned against the wall on one side along with a number of sketch pads, all of different sizes. On the other side was a sort of dresser, narrow and tall with a single line of drawers. Tobias was filling each now with tubes of paints, pastels, pencils, ink, rulers, trays, and so many other little tools. Lastly, there was a small table to the boy’s right, something of a tall night stand topped with a brightly burning candle. Tobias explained that this was to be used for the tools and paints he was using during his work. It seemed the boy was set.

Jareth turned to see Merik entering the room, Talbot in tow, “Excuse me, Sire, we didn’t realize.” Merik said, bowing slightly.

The king waved the formalities away, “You’re not interrupting.” He said, watching the unruly young man enter with a grin on his face, dark eyebrows high in a suggestive expression.

Talbot was chuckling as he followed suit, his silver locks carefully combed back as always. The old man sat in an arm chair while Merik sat at the opposite end of the sofa, “What’s all this?” Then he remembered, “That’s right, we have an artist in our midst.”

“Is that so?” Talbot said conversationally, eyeing the now cluttered corner and the boy there organizing things.

“Wren’s already started talk.” Merik said, leaning back, stretching his legs out.

Jareth sighed, “That woman.”

The old man laughed, “Can you blame her? She’s completely infatuated, has been for many years. And here comes this lovely boy, Sire, and you seem to be smitten.”

Jareth couldn’t help but laugh as well.

“Have you had lunch?” Merik asked, changing the subject.

Jareth sat up, shaking his head, “No, you?”

Merik nodded, “Just now.”

The king stood, “Tobias, are you hungry?”

Tobias looked up from his task, “Hm? Oh, no, I’m fine.”

The boy was completely immersed. Jareth smiled, “I’m going to have a bite and see to some things. I’ll see you for dinner?”

Tobias nodded, watching as the other two stood as well.

Jareth nodded in return, “Very well, I’ll send Juli for you.” And with that all three of them were leaving the room. Tobias noticed the ease with which Jareth spoke to Merik, they seemed to be friends. And Talbot also seemed friendly, he could remember running into the older man before in the library.

Shaking his head, Tobias dismissed the thoughts. He couldn’t concentrate on all that just now. He was so full of emotion, he wanted to paint, to get it out. He started out with a large sheet of watercolor paper. He didn’t really know what he was drawing, nothing of particular importance. He started off with a figure, a girl. She stood in the center of the page, distant, a tall, lean young woman. He dressed her in a bulky sweater, little, tight shorts, and a pair of knee-high winter boots lined with fur. He liked drawing clothes with all their miniscule details. Her face he left serious, rather blank really, devoid of emotion, staring out at the viewer, while her body was turned to the side. He gave her long hair, blowing wildly up over her and to the side, streaming almost to the edge of the page.

He sat back then, thinking. Where was this young girl? She looked so…lost. He sat forward again, sketchy carefully, refusing to use a ruler. A street formed, the girl standing in the center of it, a row of shops behind her, a tall building in the back ground. He made sure to include a power pole, taking time to detail the wires and attachments. It ended up being as much a part of the drawing as the girl.

He sat back again, looking it over. There was an empty spot to the left on the street. He sat forward and quickly added a manhole. He drew the lid askew, the manhole left open. Had the girl climbed up from the Underground? Tobias laughed to himself. He hadn’t intended that.

Glancing at clock on the far side of the room, he noticed that he’d been sketching for little over an hour. How time flew! He then noticed the numbers on the clock… Thirteen? That was strange. Shaking his head, he returned to his work, digging in a nearby drawer for ink pens, dark and fine. Though it was the easiest part to him, it seemed to take the longest, going over all the lines of his sketching, keeping it neat, switching to the fine point pen when tracing small, distant details.

Nearly two hours later he was pulling out the paints. The ink he used was waterproof and wouldn’t run when he began painting. He used an unusual amount of white, mixing grays for the street, blues for the sky, reds and browns for the buildings… All the colors were light, pastel. He did the girl and the power pole in slightly darker colors. He did her hair golden blond with streaks of brown, her sweater brilliant green, the little shorts orange, her boots brown and tan. Her skin he made extremely pale and her eyes dark brown, almost black.

He was done in little more than hour. The image was like something done with children’s water paints. He’d used plenty of water, leaving the lines strongly visible, while he’d erased the pencil lines. He liked it well enough.

He felt calmer, not so giddy, more serene in his happiness. He sat staring for some ten minutes. It was then that Julianne entered, her skirts swishing as she stepped into the room.

Tobias looked up, “Is it dinnertime already?”

She smiled sweetly at him, coming around to look at his work, “This is very good, Tobias. Did you just do this?”

He nodded, moving to stand.

“Who is she?”

“My happiness?” He said, shrugging, unsure.

Julianne laughed, a bell of a sound, “She doesn’t look very happy.”

Tobias shrugged again. Perhaps that was because the girl had just left the Underground. He didn’t say this aloud though. To be honest, he wasn’t sure what the painting was of or why he’d created it. It was just an outburst of his emotions. The colors alone should be evidence of happiness. As for the girl’s expression… Was he even capable of drawing a smiling face full of joy? No, that wasn’t beautiful. Although, he could remember clearly painting that smirk on Jareth’s face, and God, had that been the source of beauty.

Julianne, reached out and rested a hand on the boy’s forearm, “Tobias?” She laughed when he jumped, obviously jolted from his thoughts, “Are you going to change for dinner?”

“Huh?”

“You’ve got paint on your shirt.” She said, stepping back, a smile on her face.

He looked down to see she was right. The hem of his shirt was a mess, “Right. I guess I should change before I get it on anything else.” He looked up at the lovely Julianne and her soft smiling eyes, “You go ahead. I’ll be there in a minute.”

She nodded, “Very well.” And with that she turned and started out of the room. Tobias watched her go in a swish of her lovely green dress of varying shades. He headed out of the room as well, hurrying to the bedroom and his chest of clothes. He selected a long-sleeve dress shirt of dark violet adorned with black, embroidered flowers along its edges, leaving the cuffs at his wrists unbuttoned creating a flare there. He decided to change to black slacks as well. They were a bit tight, low on his waist, stove pipe, thus loose from the knee down. He left his flip-flops on, hurrying out of the room and down the corridors.

The dining room was alight as before, the chandelier sparkling. Jareth rose to his feet as he entered, as if he were a woman. The other’s rose as well, and Tobias forced back a blush, stepping around the table to take a seat beside Jareth as he had yesterday. Had it really been only two days?

Once they were all seated and dinner was served, the lovely Wren spoke up. Her red locks were done up on her head this evening, and her dress was a shimmering blue, “You know it’s against the law…”

She didn’t get to finish, Jareth slamming his fist against the table silencing her, “I know the law.”

She huffed, sitting back, her arms crossed, “I don’t understand why you’re doing this.”

He stared at her, “Because I want to.”

She shook her head, making it clear that that wasn’t enough.

Jareth sighed, “It’s really none of your concern, Wren. Just leave it be, and do stop spreading rumors.”

Her eyes went wide, “I haven’t been…”

He interrupted her again, “Yes you have. Remember, I know everything that happens in my kingdom.”

She all but growled as she rose to her feet, “Please excuse me. I’m afraid I’ve lost my appetite!” And with that she was storming out of the room.

“Is this not more trouble than it’s worth?” Trei said, his voice deep. It was a warrior’s voice, and matched his warrior’s body. He was done up in brown this night, his dirty blonde hair again tied back in a pony tail.

Jareth sighed again, slouching somewhat, “I’ll decide that.”

Tobias stared down at the table, trying to ignore the arguments. He wasn’t sure he understood their depth, but he knew it was because of him, because of his presence here in the Underground. A hand on his shoulder made him turn to his left. Merik was smiling at him, “Don’t worry about these things, Tobias.”

He nodded, lifting his silverware and eyeing the many dishes. Again he avoided the meats, unsure as to what they were. Besides, he’d never been much of a meat eater. He filled up on fruit, vegetables, and bread.

Jareth noticed, glad to know yet another thing about his lover. The rest of dinner went smoothly with idle talk of unimportant things. When everyone was finished, they bid one another goodnight and left the cleaning up to the servants.

Tobias felt rather horrible leaving his mess for others to clean up. He spied Lyn and waved apologetically to her. He wished he could help, or at least, wash his own dishes. Strange, he’d never done such things back home, but now he felt obligated to.

They left the room last, walking slowly towards the bedroom. Tobias felt anticipation building in his chest, his heart beating wildly as they entered. He excused himself to change in the bathroom. He’d selected a pair of loose, striped shorts much like boxers and a gray T-shirt. He wanted a bath but decided to take one in the morning. Exiting the bathroom, he found that Jareth had already changed, lying in bed wearing a loose pair of white sleeping pants and one of those big, plain white shirts left open. Fighting his blush, Tobias went around the room blowing out the candles.

Jareth watched in amusement since he normally put them out with a mere thought. It was a seductive sight, however, the boy leaning over the little flames, blowing gently to extinguish their light. The task done, Tobias came to lie beside him, careful to keep to his side of the large bed.

Jareth smirked, leaning close, whispering in the boy’s ear, “I forgot to tell you how beautiful you looked at dinner.”

There was no fighting it this time, the blush flared to Tobias’ cheeks, “Th… Thank you.”

The Goblin King, ran a hand up the boy’s arm to his face, turning him into a kiss. It was passionate, but controlled. He knew his young lover’s wish to wait and planned to abide by it.

Tobias had wanted to ask a few questions about the argument at dinner, but those thoughts were forgotten as he turned into Jareth, pressing his hands to the king’s cool chest. Strong arms wrapped about him, holding him close as they continued their kiss. Needing air, Tobias gasped, breaking the kiss.

Jareth planted a few chaste kisses to the boy’s jaw and neck before repositioning slightly, holding the boy against his chest, his chin resting on Tobias’ head, “Shall we sleep this way?”

Tobias gripped the material of Jareth’s shirt, “Yes.” He breathed, delighting in the warmth that grew between them. “I’ve been meaning to ask, why is your skin so cool?”

This brought a smirk to Jareth’s lips, “That’s how it is for my kind. The older one is, the cooler the skin.” His expression became serious then, “Why? Is my skin too cool for you?”

Shaking his head, Tobias nuzzled closer, his face pressed to the king’s chest now, “No, it gets warm when we touch.”

His smile returned, Jareth bent to kiss the boy’s forehead, “Goodnight, Tobias.”

“Night.”

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By the end of the month, a routine had come into place. With the fall of the sun, the castle awoke. Jareth and Tobias tried to join the others for breakfast, but it happened that way rarely, the two opting to sleep in. Most often, Jareth awoke and left Tobias to sleep in. Jareth would skip the first meal and stop in the kitchen later to find Tobias having a late breakfast. They’d take a walk, the king showing his young lover a new corner of his kingdom. Jareth would excuse himself then to lunch with the others while Tobias skipped the second meal, instead working in the sitting room with his art or reading in the library. They’d meet up again come dinnertime. The others had grown accustomed to his presence, with the exception of Wren who’d simply learned to keep quiet. Come morning, they’d find themselves holding one another in bed, falling asleep with the rise of the sun.

Tobias found Julianne to be his closest friend, spending some hours with her in the garden. She was a curious creature indeed. She was a seductive woman, and yet she liked to play the child with her tinkling laugh. She was kind and a little mysterious, understanding and playful.

He still didn’t know Talbot too well, but found himself spending quite some time with the older man in the library, simply reading in one another’s presence.

He’d come to learn that Merik was perhaps Jareth’s best friend. He’d come upon the two several times jesting with one another. It pleased him. Merik seemed a kind young man, both playful and cautious in the king’s presence.

Trei was ever the serious fellow, spending his time elsewhere. Tobias only ever saw him at dinner. The same with for Dr. Lazlo. The older man was obviously gentle, laugh lines about his eyes and mouth. He never said much, but often laughed at dinner conversations when they took a silly turn.

Wren was also a mystery. Tobias couldn’t understand why the petite woman hated him so. He suspected the red-head had a thing for Jareth, but that alone wasn’t enough for her cruel glares. He often saw her about the palace, but she’d rise and leave without a word, slamming doors behind her. Tobias thought it best to ignore the strange behavior. Perhaps she’d warm up with time.

Time. That was another issue that was beginning to wear at his thoughts. He’d yet to voice this new worry, liking his new life far too much, but he missed his old one. He didn’t much miss his parents, but he knew they were worried for him, no doubt scouring the earth, and he felt guilty. Dear Sarah. He missed her the most. Was she well? They’d parted with harsh words, hadn’t they? Did she think it was her fault he was gone? Where did she think he’d gone? She hadn’t believed in Jareth or the Underground, refused to believe. Did she think she was insane then? God, poor Sarah. And what about that girl he’d made friends with… Court. She’d seemed so sincere. He kind of missed her too.

So, his question was… Could he go back? Not forever, just to…visit. But it was too soon. He couldn’t ask now, not while he and Jareth were still getting to know one another. The Goblin King was a difficult person to learn more about, but Tobias felt he knew the man fairly well considering the short time they’d known one another. For example, he knew Jareth enjoyed the time he spent with the goblins, could see it on his face. He disliked eating lunch, and hated for Merik and Julianne to use formalities when they were alone. Jareth liked sleeping shirtless and did so most often on his back. He knew Jareth liked the warmth that built between them when they embraced. The list went on, mostly little things, but they were precious to him. No, Tobias wasn’t ready to leave this man.

Dinnertime approached seemingly quick one evening while Tobias was reading in the library. Merik’s voice brought him from the fantasy world of the novel he was immersed in, “Ready for dinner?”

Tobias looked up with a smile, nodding. He put the book away, memorizing the number rather than dog-ear the page as he would his own books back home. Merik offered his arm as they stepped into the hall, and Tobias frowned at the offering, “I’m not a woman.”

Merik laughed at this, “I know.” He didn’t drop his arm, and reluctantly, Tobias obliged, looping his arm through Merik’s.

“I wanted to warn you,” The taller man said, his expression serious suddenly, “Wren’s in a foul mood today.”

With a sigh, Tobias nodded, “Thank you.”

………………………………...

The food was already out when they reached their destination. As always, Jareth stood to receive his lover. Once all of them were seated and eating and talking, Tobias chanced a glance at the ever quiet Wren. She was wearing a burgundy dress, her hair let down, curling about her exposed neck. She looked rather fetching, only her expression… She was clearly pissed.

She noticed him looking her way and shook the expression from her face, an evil smile pulling at her pale lips, “The Autumn Ball is fast approaching, isn’t it?”

All looked her way, surprised by her seemingly friendly tone, “What?” She asked, laughing, “Am I not allowed to inquire about the ball?”

Jareth shook his head, “I’d nearly forgotten about it.”

Merik sighed loudly, “Ugh, I don’t want to see the Autumn Queen.”

“Don’t say such things!” Julianne gasped, amused.

Merik placed his elbows on the table, “I can’t help it. She’s so…stern.”

That earned laughs all around the table, only Tobias didn’t quite understand, “You mean, there’s more than one kingdom here?”

More laughter. “There are many.” Jareth explained, “Those of importance are the Autumn, Winter, Spring, and Summer kingdoms. Above them all is the Great kingdom.”

“And what about your kingdom?” Tobias asked, curious.

Jareth smirked, “I supposed it fits in with the seasons. There are still others, lesser kingdoms.”

“So, who will you be taking?” Wren asked, piping up again, “Surely you’ve received requests by now.”

Jareth scowled, having seen through this act finally, “You know that’s none of your concern, Wren.”

She sat back, a mock pout on her thin lips, “I was just curious.”

He sighed, seeing that the others were curious as well, “I should like to take Tobias.”

“Really?” Julianne inquired, graceful eyebrows lifting on her forehead.

Wren stood, her anger returning to her carefully made-up face, “He’s from Aboveground! You know it’s the law to transform him into a goblin. My goodness, you may as well take a goblin to the ball! I can’t believe…” Her voice was cut off suddenly mid-shout. Her lips continued moving, only no sound came out. Upon realizing her state, she grabbed at her throat then turned to glare holes in Jareth.

The king stood slowly, speaking calmly, though it was obvious he was beyond anger, “You’ve pushed me as far as I’m going to allow it. I don’t want to hear another word of your jealousy. Now, I think it’s time you retire. Perhaps your voice will be back come tomorrow.”

Tears welled in her doe eyes, and she dropped her hands to her sides. Her lips formed more words, but Tobias was unable to read them. She left slowly as opposed to her typical storming about. The room remained quiet for some minutes after she’d gone.

Finally, Julianne spoke up, “You don’t think that was harsh?”

Jareth set his bread aside, “Perhaps.”

“Are you really planning on taking young Tobias to the ball?” Talbot asked, elbows on the table, hands together, fingers interlocked.

“I don’t know. I’d like to, but…” He trailed off, forgetting his food.

“Many members of the Court will be present, I wouldn’t advice it.” Trei said, his advice spoken in a stern voice, “If the Great Queen’s there, she’ll know at once he’s from Aboveground.”

“And the ladies… They’re going to be trouble.” Julianne said, shaking her finger at the king.

They all waited in silence for the king to answer. Only, he remained silent, contemplating.

Tobias went over everything that had just happened and registered on something that had been said, “What did Wren mean… It’s law to change me to a goblin?”

All eyes turned to the boy, and Jareth sighed, “I am the king of unwanted children, Tobias.”

Scowling, Tobias thought on this. No one had ever said anything to him about unwanted children. He remembered the things that Sarah had told him, events from the past. Back then, if Sarah hadn’t rescued him, wasn’t he supposed to have been transformed into a goblin?

“Those from the Underground join my kingdom as part of my military or as my servants, and a choice few become…friends, if you will, those that you see before you, dining with us. And those from Aboveground are transformed into goblins, the civilians of my kingdom. Some become servants, some join the military, but mostly they occupy the surrounding city. There are far more unwanted children from Aboveground than from below.”

Tobias’ eyes went wide, “Goblins?”

Jareth nodded.

“It’s the law.” Julianne whispered, seeing the distress on the boy’s face.

“Who made this law!” Tobias shouted, thinking of the goblins and his hesitant fear of them, their twisted features. They were children! Tears blurred his vision.

“The Great Queen, my mother. She granted me this kingdom as a curse for being the bastard child of her husband and another woman.” Jareth explained quietly, seriously, “Only, that was years ago, and I’ve made something of my curse. Envious eyes are cast in my direction now.”

Tobias dropped into his seat, pressing his hands to his eyes, “I didn’t know they were children… I was afraid…”

Jareth sat up, leaning over to place a hand on his lover’s back. The other’s stared in awe. They hadn’t heard this much information from their king’s lips. Of course, all knew he was a bastard son, but none spoke of it. It was dangerous territory. And yet, here was their king willingly offering painful facts to this human boy, because he simply asked.

Tobias jerked from the touch, climbing out of his seat and away from the table, “It… It’s not right. What kind of life is this? As a goblin? You… You should do something.”

“What?” Jareth asked, speaking plainly, coldly.

“I don’t know!” Tobias cried, “Something! It’s not right.”

Jareth rose, frowning in the most frustrated manner, his wicked little teeth showing, “And what could I have done? And unwanted child myself! This is the way it is! This is my life.”

Eyes were wide, the others remained silent, watching with amazement as the boy shook his head violently, “And I, unwanted… Why didn’t you just turn me into a goblin the moment I got here? I can’t… I can’t stand it.” And with that Tobias was moving to leave, going around the table.

“Wait!” Jareth called out, only it was too late. Tobias was out the door. He snorted his anger and dropped down into his ornate chair, slamming his fists against the table.

“Did you think he’d never find out?” Merik whispered.

Jareth shook his head, “Not like this.”

“Why are you keeping him around this way?” Julianne asked, her voice quiet as well.

“I want him.” Jareth stated calmly, finally regaining his composure.

“Want him?” Merik asked.

“Ah,” Said the Goblin King, resting his chin on his fist, “I want him.”

Dr. Lazlo cleared his throat, “Perhaps you should take him to the ball then. Fight for him.”

Jareth, eyes narrowed, looked to the doctor, “By exposing him?”

The old man nodded, “The laws won’t change unless you do something.”

Is that what Tobias meant? That he should have already fought this war, had the laws changed? Jareth sighed, “Perhaps you’re right.” He rose and sauntered out of the room, not caring whether the others remained and finished their meals or retired.

Maybe Tobias was right then. It was horrible what happened to the unwanted children, but it didn’t really matter anymore. Few were sent his way anymore. No one Aboveground believed in the Goblin King any longer. He never really had a reason to fight the law until now.

He headed for the throne room, needing time alone with his little subjects and their childlike minds.

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Tobias sat before his desk, resting his head on the slanted top. His tears had stopped, but his heart still hurt. He hadn’t known! But he should have. Where did he think all these goblins came from anyway? It made him sad for them. He moved to the side, enough to extend his hand and sketch idly while still leaning against the desk.

The page was small, but that didn’t matter. He drew a figure, dwarfed with gnarly hands and wide lips. A goblin. He shaded it careful, the eyes appearing glassy, innocent even. It was the same for each of the goblins he spied now and then. They scared him, yet their eyes… Now he understood why. They were children!

How could Jareth stand such a position without opposing it? Ever. It seemed too cruel to be true, but Jareth was the Goblin King and had been for many, many years. He felt angry at Jareth, but knew there was nothing the king could do to change what was done, the way things were. It was so frustrating! These things were out of his control, and yet he wanted them different.

He left the sketch, wandering towards the staircase that would lead him to the first floor of the castle. He passed the throne room. Within, Jareth was elegantly draped over his throne, eyes closed, goblins all about him. The image stirred his emotions, but Tobias looked away, continuing on. Once down the stairs, he found himself in a familiar place, faced with the courtyard. Further down was the garden. Perhaps Julianne was there now.

Only, that’s not where he wanted to go. He turned down an unexplored corridor, heading within the maze that was the first floor. It was dark, very few candles lining the walls. He heard scampering now and then but saw no one. Finally, he reached what appeared to be a large common room, and it was brimming with goblins. They all looked to him as he entered, growing silent.

“A new one?” One said, it’s voice deep and grating.

Tobias shuttered, fearful.

Another shook it’s massive head, “No,” It said, voice nasally, “He isn’t one of them.”

A female goblin approached, all skips and jumps, “Nope, this one’s one of us. I’ve seen him before!” She said, her voice rather pleasant.

A tear trailed down Tobias’ cheek, “Yes, I’m one of you, from Aboveground.”

They were awed, “But, you’re still…”

Tobias nodded, “I know.” He whispered, dropping to his knees.

“Why?” Asked the one with the impossibly deep voice.

“I don’t know. I don’t know why I’m here anymore than… The king wants me.” He said, sobbing now.

The girl laughed, “Isn’t that enough?”

This quieted Tobias. It was what Jareth had said. “But, I hate what has happened to all of you. I didn’t know. How could he have done such a thing? I just can’t stand it.” The tears started to spill again.

She laughed again, reaching forward with her greenish, rough hand, gently wiping the tears away from Tobias’ face, “Don’t worry. It was a long time ago, and none of us remember. You know, he hasn’t brought anyone from Aboveground in many years.”

Tobias stared at her big, lovely brown eyes, so bright they were nearly orange, “Maybe… Maybe I overreacted?”

She nodded, “My name’s San. This is Grim.” She said, gesturing to the little one with the deep voice, “And this is Lobe.” She pointed to the larger of them, the one with the nasally voice. They said their hellos and Tobias found himself smiling.

“But… No one’s going to accept me, because…he hasn’t turned me into a…a goblin.”

San leaned back until she fell right onto her bottom, a contemplative expression on her face, “Hmm… It shouldn’t be too bad if you remain here.”

Tobias shook his head, “That’s just it. There’s this ball, and I don’t want to just stay here. I want to see all of this world.”

“Then you’re going to have to decide if it’s worth it, huh?” Grim said, his pale yellow eyes bright against his dark green almost black skin, “Risk being a goblin and seeing the other kingdoms or staying here and remaining human.”

“You love him, dontcha?” Lobe said suddenly, his speech slow.

Tobias blushed.

“Ahh!” San exclaimed, jumping to her feet, “I should have known!”

Tobias found himself laughing with these beings. They were so wise and yet so childlike. He wondered how old they were, but thought it better not to ask. He spent the rest of the evening with them, talking and laughing. They led him through the halls, showing him yet another common room, a massive kitchen, and a messy dining room. There was also a courtyard that led out to the city. It wasn’t the main entrance to castle, more a private way for the goblins. He asked to see the main entrance, but they refused, claiming Jareth would be angered.

The sun was already up when he climbed the stairs and headed for the bedroom. Jareth was sitting at his desk when he entered. Tobias winced at the glare the king shot him, “Where have you been?”

Tobias sighed, “The first floor.”

“With the goblins?” Jareth asked, his anger melting away.

Tobias nodded, “I didn’t know they were like me. I was sad for them, but they really do seem happy. I just… I hate it.”

Jareth rose, “I won’t allow you to meet such a fate. Please, don’t worry.”

Frowning, Tobias walked to the chest that held his clothes, “That’s not what worries me.”

He continued upon seeing Jareth’s perplexed expression, “No one’s going to accept us here. I’m practically locked in this castle. And I know it was a long time ago, but it makes me so mad that you didn’t do anything to change things. I don’t understand how you could change so many children to goblins. I just…” Tobias sighed, “I’m just stressed. I have other things on my mind too.”

Jareth embraced the boy, “I was a terrifying man in the past. I’ve even dealt out death on numerous occasions. I was angry and bitter and envious of everyone, everything. Please, don’t worry over these things. I’m not the same as I was. And I want you to know that I care for my goblins, they are my people.

“As for the ball… I want to take you, but I fear what could happen. I don’t want to lose you. I know it displeases you, but I’d much rather keep you locked in this castle, safe.

“What else is worrying you? Tell me.” Jareth said, his voice ending in a whisper.

Tobias wasn’t sure now was the time, but he felt it was that point in their relationship where all secrets were exposed, no more hiding, “I miss my home. I’m worried about Sarah.”

Jareth’s eyes went wide, but he hid his surprise, continuing to hold the boy to him, “This isn’t your home now?”

Pushing them apart, Tobias sighed, “You know what I mean. We didn’t part well. I miss her, and… I just need a…break.”

Frowning, a touch of anger in him, “You should know how it is. Once here, you can’t go back.”

Tobias, who’d been digging through his clothes again, whirled around, “What?”

“What’s done is done.” Jareth said, words he’d repeated so many times back in those days when now and then a mother would changer her mind after wishing her babe away.

The tears returned for the hundredth time this night, “But… Why didn’t you tell me?” When no answer came, Tobias strode forward, “Why didn’t you tell me! How could you have brought me here without tell me! My home, my parents, Sarah…” He was choking back the sobs now, “I didn’t even get to say goodbye!” He snatched his clothes up and stomped into the bathroom, slamming the door.

Angry and sad and frustrated, Tobias began pacing, throwing his clothes to the floor. He caught sight of himself in the mirror, pathetic, sniveling, snot dripping. He snatched an anonymous bottle from the wash basin and flung it at his reflection, the mirror shattering. He dropped to the floor, resting his head on the tub’s edge. He’d never see Sarah again. And what was it he’d said last to her? They’d been arguing about whether or not the Underground existed, if she’d wish him away. That’s right, he’d been screaming…

“You should have left me there damn it! I hate you!”

A fresh sob tore through him as he gripped the side of the tub. Sarah! She’d been right! He should have forgotten his dreams, ignored the loneliness. Now he was trapped in some strange world with a man that didn’t love him, but wanted him. What the hell did that mean anyway? Was he here merely for sex? Was Jareth wearing him down for that alone? Why did he go through so much trouble to get him here if he didn’t love him? Tobias couldn’t understand. And he’d be forced to remain in the castle forever, a shameful creature from Aboveground, beneath such things as goblins. It was too cruel!

Jareth listened to the cries for hours, sitting on the edge of the bed. What could he do? There were too many troubles at once. The fact that the goblins were unwanted children was hard for Tobias, he knew, but he could tell that it was something the boy could come to understand.

Now Tobias understood that he was a bit of a secret, that he couldn’t go to the ball. Jareth was tempted to take the boy anyway, he wanted to oppose the Court, the silly laws, but he feared for Tobias. He didn’t want to lose the boy. That was something to take slowly, carefully.

And now Tobias knew that he couldn’t return Aboveground. It was law. Only… Jareth had done it once before for Sarah. The Court had been enraged when they’d found out, but that wasn’t the Goblin King’s only fear now. He was scared once Aboveground, Tobias wouldn’t return.

He heard the sobs quiet finally, but he also heard another sound. Flint. Tobias was lighting the coals in order to warm the bathwater. Jareth waited to see if the boy would perhaps emerge, let him know he was going to bathe, something, anything. Only a half hour passed and nothing but the sounds of Tobias entering the bath.

Angry, Jareth rose to his feet, using his magic to throw the bathroom door open, it banged against the wall. Tobias sat up in a splash of water, modestly covering himself, his eyes red and puffy.

“This is ridiculous!” Jareth roared, “I can do nothing about the goblins! I can’t help fearing your exposure! And I certainly can’t help fearing your return Aboveground!”

The boy’s eyes widened, “You mean, it’s possible?”

Jareth sighed, his anger leaving him like air leaving a balloon. He dropped to a squatting position beside the tub, “Yes, but… I don’t want to.”

“But, why not?”

Jareth looked to his young lover, reaching out taking the boy’s chin in his hand, drawing close, “Because I don’t want to lose you Tobias, I want to love you.”

Tobias’ eyebrows drew together, “You want to love me?”

Nodding, Jareth withdrew his hand, “I can’t love.”

The tears started afresh.

“Don’t cry.” Jareth said, leaning forward suddenly to press his cheek to the boy’s, “I’m trying to fall for you. I want to. I believe I may… You’re incredible, Tobias, perfect for me.”

“Jareth!” Tobias cried happily, throwing his arms about the king, forgetting the bath and the water that now sloshed onto the clothed man.

Laughing, Jareth whispered in his lover’s ear, “Let me join you.”

Blushing, Tobias nodded, releasing the king, watching the man rise and slowly undress. He averted his eyes when it came to the last article of clothing, gray pants dropping to the floor. He closed his eyes all together when Jareth moved to enter the tub. Listening to the sounds of water, Tobias pulled back against his end.

Jareth chuckled, “Open your eyes, child. Come here.”

Tobias complied, finding the expression on Jareth’s face serious and romantic. He could tell the king planned to keep things chaste. Tobias moved close, turning to lie against a smooth chest, strong arms coming around to hold him firm. His groin stirred, but he ignored it along with the nakedness of Jareth against him.

“I’d been meaning to talk to you about maybe going back, seeing Sarah.” Tobias said after a moment of silence, “I didn’t want to leave now, just one day. You must understand, I have to see her again. We parted bad, and I love my sister. I don’t think I could handle not seeing her.”

Jareth nodded, “I know. I knew this would arise all along, I just…”

Tobias turned his head, pressing his lips chastely to Jareth’s, “I will always come back to you, as long as you want me, Jareth.”

The Goblin King shivered. The boy’s voice was husky, seductive. He tried to fight his arousal, but it was pointless.

Tobias blushed at the hardness against his backside, laughing nervously.

Jareth kissed the boy, the contact still chaste, but lingering, “I’m sorry. Don’t worry, I’ll be good.”

Nodding, Tobias smiled.

They remained there together in the tub for nearly an hour. Tobias fell asleep in Jareth’s arms. The Goblin King would have remained, but the water was growing cold. He lifted the boy and went to the bedroom, using his magic to dry them both. He didn’t bother with clothes, pulling his lover to him beneath the covers. Sleep came eventually, but it was troubled.

So, Tobias wanted to return Aboveground? Jareth still wasn’t completely fearless on this account, but he had to trust the boy. Only, the Court would be pissed. And Tobias’ existence Underground wasn’t going to remain a secret forever. That alone was going to have the Court in an uproar. Should he take Tobias to the ball? Announce him, avoid the suspicion that he was trying to hide the boy. These were things he needed to think on. He hoped all went well.

To be continued…

Sorry if Jareth seemed out of character this time. I was a bit rushed. I wrote this chapter in two days! Ah! Let me know what you think of the storyline… Flimsy? Anyway, hope you enjoyed! Please review! Until next time…