The Labyrinth Of The Soul

Disclaimer: George Lucas invented Jareth... that man is a GOD!



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Hoggle’s Crisis



Sarah woke up on the bed, next to King Jareth who by now had fallen asleep also. The light seeped through the window and haloed him inside its luminescent shine. Sarah had to hold in her breath, no one in the Above Grounds could be termed as beautiful as he. She tried to roll out of his grip but he held on tightly. She remembered a little trick she tried on one of her ex-boyfriends. She picked up a cushion, and placed it between her and Jareth.



She slowly and carefully slid out of his grip and made sure his arm was wrapped around the pillow making him think that he was still holding her. She had perfected this trick time and again. She managed to get to the foot of the bed. She looked at Jareth and her heart was beating a different tune. She shook the urge to stroke his cheek and tidy up his hair before she scampered quietly out of the room.



She was running down the stairs so fast that to all onlookers it looked like flying. She turned the corner and breathed a huge sigh of relief at the sight of the front door. She exerted her strength and energy to get there. She closed her eyes and then she began to push at the doors.



“Very clever, Sarah,” a soft voice spoke from behind. “You almost tricked me.”



Sarah turned around and Jareth was looming over her. He pressed her against the door.



“I need to get back to Toby.”



Jareth rolled his eyes and trapped her against the door using his body to do so.



“You think that I’m going to let you go, Sarah?” he asked her.



“But, Your Majesty, Toby is still a child, he doesn’t know what to do.”



“He knows enough,” Jareth murmured. “This isn’t about Toby, is it?”



Sarah looked at Jareth and tried to stare at him. She tried to show him that she wasn’t afraid of him, but she couldn’t, she was not an actress. As soon as her eyes met his she lowered them again. Her legs began to quake beneath her and her lips began to tremble. She edged sank further into the door. She wished she could seep through the woodwork and go through to the other side.



“No,” she admitted with a whisper.



“No, I didn’t think so,” Jareth said smiling. “Then tell me, Sarah, what was this little escape attempt truly about?”



“I’m afraid of you, Your Majesty.”



“What is there to be afraid about, Sarah? I told you that I do not wish to hurt you, and I told you that I love you. It hurts that you don’t trust me.”



“It’s not you, its – well – difficult to say,” she answered.



Jareth stepped back a little; he hoped that if he distanced himself slightly she might be more comfortable telling him whatever it was that was bothering her.



“Come on, Sarah, I think we can sort this out.”



She looked at him again. She knew that if she didn’t say it now he would keep her trapped against this door until she did confess. She sighed. She raised her hands to her face and buried her face in them, and counted to ten, before she revealed her face again, and then she looked Jareth squarely in the eye.



“I am frightened of my feelings for you,” she admitted.



Jareth raised an eyebrow and a small triumphant smirk swept across his face. His blue eye sparkled like the sea in the sun, and his green eye sparkled like a freshly cleaned emerald.



“Then running away certainly isn’t the answer, Sarah. You run and you take those feelings with you, but if you stay then you may have a chance to confront them and fight them.”



“Do you want me to fight my feelings for you?” Sarah asked.



Jareth sighed, he brushed aside some of her hair and he smiled down at her. He tilted her chin up and stepped closer to her. The more he kissed her the more likely she would stay with him.



“I think that until Toby arrives it would be best to, don’t you?” he murmured before he captured her soft lips with his and kidnapped her tongue with another hot, searing kiss that would leave Sarah yearning and aching for more.



“Jareth,” she moaned into his mouth, that one word intensified the passion of the kiss. He picked up her legs as before and wrapped them around his waist. He broke the kiss and looked into her stormy grey eyes.



“We could go further, Sarah?” he asked her.



She gulped as she rubbed his chest gently with her hands. Her body was warm. She could feel her passion rising within her. She slipped her hands underneath his blouse and felt his muscular shoulders. She snaked them around his neck and laced her fingers in his long blonde hair.



“And the world falls down,” she murmured. Jareth smiled as he lustily gazed up and down her body.



“I’m falling in love,” Jareth sang. “I’ll be there for you, as the world falls down.”



Sarah leant her head down and began kissing his ear. He sucked and kissed her neck at the same time.



“Jareth,” she moaned.



“Come, Sarah, come to bed with me.”



She could not resist him much longer, as her insides were fit to burst. She had such a deep well of passion inside her that she felt she’d die if it wasn’t discovered and drunk from.



“I will be your slave,” Sarah said.



Jareth frowned slightly at that. He didn’t want Sarah to be his slave; he wanted her to be his Queen. He wouldn’t argue with her now, not whilst they had some unfinished business to attend to, but later when amorous feelings were spent, he’d sit down and outline EXACTLY what he wanted from her.



~*~*~



Hoggle had slumped against a wall. He put his hand to his forehead and shook it. He blinked and he looked at the boy in front of him. Toby stared down at him.



“Where now?” he asked. “This was a dead end, and now we have the dead end there! What kind of place is this?”



Hoggle looked at the two doors. He knew which one they should choose but he wanted to trust Toby’s judgement. He felt that Toby didn’t take too many things for granted.



“You have to try one of these doors, Lad.”



Toby turned to the Jack guards of the Labyrinth. He found their Scots accent strange, but that wasn’t the strangest thing about them. One of them was standing on legs, and the other was standing on their head, with a shield covering them. One was red and one was blue.



“Okay,” he said. “Where do they lead to?”



“One leads to the Castle at the centre of the Labyrinth and the other one…!”



“… The other one leads to bu bu boom Certain Death.”



“Oh, please, spare us the dramatics!” Hoggle exclaimed.



“All right,” Toby said as he squared his shoulders, he didn’t want to hang around. He knew that Sarah had been in this predicament. He knew she said she chose the door with the blue guard, so he knew precisely what led to the Castle. “I’ll go through the red door.”



Hoggle widened his eyes in surprise. This was one smart kid. Sarah had taught him well in the ways of the Labyrinth. The Red Jack Guard stepped to one side as Toby pushed the door open. He turned around and then he gestured Hoggle to follow him. Hoggle sighed.



Hoggle followed the boy through the door, and then he closed it. Toby looked down the next corridor.



“Okay, now what?” he asked.



“I don’t know, Hoggle, you tell me you’re supposed to be the expert.”



~*~*~

Jareth laid Sarah down on the bed; he kept his hot eyes on her. She spread her legs apart and he glanced down at her body, he licked his lips, he could not believe that she was about to give her body to him.



He rubbed her sides with his still gloved hands. She shivered under his touch. He noticed with absolute delight. He slipped his hands underneath her loose fitting blouse. She sighed. He smirked. He moved his hands further up her body and landed them on her breasts. She arched up into his gentle caressing touch.



“Sarah,” he murmured hungrily. “I don’t want you to be my slave, I want you to be my Queen.”



Sarah’s eyes opened. They had a hint of surprise in them.



“But I thought…”



“No, Sarah, I want you to rule as my companion, my equal. I want you to walk by my side, and my confidante and friend.”



“Why are you telling me this?” she asked.



“I want you to trust me,” Jareth said. He tore her blouse right off her body, and she gasped at the ripping sound of the cotton. He noticed that she was wearing some strange contraption over her breasts. “What is that thing on your breasts?”



“A bra,” Sarah replied. “I’ll take it off, shall I?”



He nodded. She sat up and reached around her back to unclasp her bra. She slid the straps of her shoulders and he looked at her breasts with a transparent lust in his eyes. He cupped her right breast in his left hand and he lowered his head, he took in a deep breath and then he sucked on her nipple gently.



Sarah moaned with delight, she wrapped her hands in his hair to encourage him to suckle and kiss more of her naked flesh. She was absolutely enjoying his tender warm touch. He gently grazed his teeth along her bare breast, causing her to hiss with delight.



“Jareth,” she said huskily. “I want you!”



Jareth looked up into her eyes. Her eyes held a wild, passionate tempestuous sparkle. He smirked mischievously at the look and she lay back on the bed. He took the rest of her clothes off. She then unbuttoned his leather waistcoat and she slipped his shirt off his shoulders. His body was gorgeous; the muscles were well toned, but not too much. Sarah hated too much muscle on a man, and she noted to her delight that he had a lot of hair covering his chest it pointed down to his belly button nicely.



She opened her arms and he entered her embrace. He began kissing her body. She moaned and gasped with each and every kiss, and with each and every kiss she lost a little of her fear of him. She also wanted his lips to caress hers.



“Jareth?” she asked.



“Hmm, Sarah?”



“Can you kiss me on my mouth?”



“Anything for you, Sarah.”



He crawled up her body, but before he lowered his head to kiss her on her soft heart shaped lips, he stroked her cheek with his middle finger.



“Falling in love,” she sang as she leant into his touch. Jareth leant down and kissed her mouth. Sarah clamped her legs fiercely around his waist. “As the world falls down.”



~*~*~



Toby walked down the corridor and made all the right turnings. He looked at his Mickey Mouse watch; he had ten hours to get there.



Hoggle dawdled behind the youth. He saw how concentrated he was in his effort to get to his sister and Hoggle looked at a turning he thought of going down. Hoggle was still a coward, and he was still scared of Jareth. He looked down the snake like pathway and sighed. He saw that Toby had not turned around to check if he was still behind him. Hoggle closed his eyes and made a run for it.



“Hoggle, which way now?” Toby asked. He turned around and noticed that Hoggle was no longer behind him. Toby squared his shoulders. “Okay, Hoggle, be a coward. I am not afraid of Jareth.”



He continued walking down the route he had chosen.



~*~*~



Jareth and Sarah had finished their first passionate session of lovemaking, and Sarah had never felt more fulfilled and sated than she did now. She looked at Jareth. Jareth, too, looked satisfied.



“That was incredible!” Sarah exclaimed.



Jareth turned around to look at her and he winked.



“It was for me to,” he said.



He hugged her tightly to him. He had marked her on her neck, it looked particularly violent now, all swollen and red, but he was in the throes of orgasmic pleasure when he bit her. He loved the sound of her scream.



“I am hungry, Jareth.”



He nodded. He swung his legs off the bed and offered Sarah his shirt as he had ripped hers. She blushed at this courtly gesture. He smiled at her blush. She looked at him and smiled in return.



He walked out of her bedchamber and strode down the stairs to the Throne Room. He had time to look at the boy. He saw that Toby had chosen the right door. He had listened to Sarah’s story enough times to make sure he doesn’t make the same mistakes. He tilted his head to one side and noticed that he was alone.



He decided to make a visit to his old time henchman. Hoggle loved Sarah, Jareth knew that, he could do… oh yes, it was too easy.



~*~*~



Hoggle had slumped against a privet bush and he was shaking his head in his hands. He then threw his head back in absolute disgrace. He had never hated himself more than he did this very moment. How could he run out on Toby and Sarah after all he had been through with her before? He decided to go back to the boy. He had gotten up and dusted himself down. He began to run but he bumped into something and fell back down on the ground. He looked up. He saw Jareth looming over him, a cat like grin spread across his face, and a sparkle of mischief in his eyes that Hoggle did not like.



“Are you well, Head Wart?”



“It’s Hoggle,” Hoggle replied with a surly tone.



“And you address me as Your Majesty, Hoggle,” Jareth sighed and cocked his head to one side. “I have something to tell you, Hogwart, it’s to do with Sarah.”



“What about her?” Hoggle asked his voice softened.



“She’s going to be Queen of the Under Grounds, but only if Toby FAILS to solve the Labyrinth. Do you want Sarah to be your Queen, and see her ANY time you want to?”



Hoggle’s heart beat fast at this piece of news. He did indeed love Sarah and he missed her with so much pain in his heart that this news healed the scar she had given him when she gave him her forgiveness.



“But what about Toby?” Hoggle asked.



“Oh, he has a choice to. But if Toby fails the Labyrinth then Sarah will stay. If you divert him down the wrong paths then you will be rewarded, say as my Chief Advisor. You will get to see Sarah every day for the rest of your life. I might even see about finding you a Mrs Hoggle, hmm. What do you say?”



Hoggle had been feeling lonely; he knew he needed a wife to settle down with.



“I accept,” Hoggle said, with perhaps more enthusiasm than he should.



“Good, I was hoping you might. Now run along to the boy. But know this Hog Brain, that if the boy touches you in comradeship, it’ll be head first in the Bog of Eternal Stench.”



Hoggle had decided to give up on the name issue. It was going to be that way with Jareth all the time. Jareth had flicked his wrist back to his Castle. Hoggle waddled along and got back to Toby.



Now Hoggle felt truly bad for his impulsive acceptance of Jareth’s plan.



“Which way, Hoggle?” Toby asked, with almost an innocent smile on his pure face. Hoggle sighed. He was selfish. They both couldn’t have Sarah.



“This way,” Hoggle said taking Toby’s hand.



Hoggle led Toby down the wrong route with a guilt free conscience. The prospect of being with Sarah was enticing. The promise of being a husband and father was a dream that Hoggle felt would never come true and now Jareth had promised him all what he desired – he didn’t care that if in gaining his dreams; he would have to break a young boy’s heart.



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