Spider and the Fly

Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own the rights to the characters from the movie Labyrinth. Sarah, Jareth, Hoggle, Ludo, Sir Didymus and Ambrosis are all property of Jim Henson. Oh, and there's a reason this is rated M, lovelies. It's going to get very graphic at the end, so I'm warning you ahead of time. If you wish to avoid, then as soon as you read the line "This is desire" (terribly cliche of me, yes, but honestly if I want to keep our favorite Goblin King in character, I have to make it sound like a bored housewife romance novel that everyone remembers their mother reading. Unless, of course, someone's mother is insanely religious or prude and therefore they were lucky enough to escape the half naked damsels in distress and the fully naked dominating males on the cover and the cheese that oozed from the pages), I suggest you just go "okay" and skip ahead to the next chapter.





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"Because, Sarah, you're not ready to die." He picked her up and placed her in the bed again, covering her with the blankets. "Perhaps you will, someday."



"But not today?"



"Oh no, my dear, not today." He placed a kiss on her forehead and watched as she fell into a deep sleep. Sighing, he returned to his study and lay on a couch in the corner. Covering his eyes, he let his mind wander.





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Laughing, she ran down the corridors of the castle. "Catch me if you can!" she sang out to the ones behind her.



Hoggle was muttering as he struggled to keep up. Ludo was lumbering along, his big sweet face smiling, and Sir Didymus was trying to get Ambrosis to chase her. Laughing, Sarah hiked up her skirts and ran faster.



Slipping around a corner, she ran past a large tapestry. "Perfect." She smiled, seeing as how it covered the floor. She lifted up a corner – and found a door.



She turned the knob and walked through.



She was in a garden, lit by moonlight and the stars. Laughing delightedly, she didn't notice the door shut behind her, or the figure watching her. Spinning in a circle, her arms wide, Sarah laughed like a child, clear and bell-like.



"Do you enjoy my private gardens?" Jareth's voice purred in her ear.



Sarah turned around, surprised he had found her. "Oh! I didn't know you were playing! I guess you won." she added the last part a bit glumly.



"Oh, and what have I won?" Jareth asked teasingly, his arm sliding around her waist.



"What you wish for, my Goblin King." She whispered in his ear luxuriously.



"Whatever I wish?" he lowered his face to hers. His fingertips traced her lips, lightly pressing on her lower.



"Yes..." she breathed.



Jareth claimed her in a kiss. She sighed in contentment, feeling his lips against hers. When he stroked her lips with his tongue, she gasped at the warmth, and he slipped in, teasing her mouth. He took the kiss deeper, showing her the delights he could and did bring with just his mouth.



Sarah was moaning, her arms wrapped around his neck, one hand buried in his hair. Her body pressing against him, her hips bucked once, twice, against him.



Smiling to himself, he allowed himself to kiss her neck, her shoulders, her throat. Tasting her skin, Jareth teased Sarah with so many unspoken promises. She was moaning and writhing against him, and it felt so good



Sarah's world spun as she felt Jareth pick her up. She didn't know where they were going, but she used his hold to press against him, to hold him close. He didn't take her far, it seemed, but she was so lost in him that she didn't notice he had placed her down onto a pile of silk cushions.



Only when he began removing her dress did she realize they were in a tent of some sort.



"Where-"



"There are my private gardens, my love." He whispered to her, words that meant the world to her. Promises of the pleasure she was going to receive, the pleasure he would find in her embrace...





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Jareth lurched upright. Where in hell had that dream come from? It wasn't his. It had a different feel, a different taste... it was Sarah's! When he realized that tidbit of information, he smirked. "So... for the first time, Sarah dreams. But she dreams of me... how quaint."



A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.



"What?" he barked.



Hoggle stepped gingerly into the room. "You called for me, yer majesty?"



"Yes, Higgle-"



"Hoggle."



"Hoggle. I did."



"Well, what for?" Hoggle asked suspiciously.



"Why Hogbrain, don't you trust me?" Jareth mocked him.



"Not particularly, yer Majesty." Hoggle admitted. "Not since you hurt Sarah."



"Interesting that you should mention her, Haggle."



"It's Hoggle!"





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Sarah woke up again, this time to find light streaming in from the window in the room she was in. She looked and saw a simple green dress, something a peasant would wear, lying folded on a chair.



"Nice to see he considers me his equal." she muttered, getting up. A knock on her door made her spin around. "Who's there?!" she shouted.



"Sarah?"



"Hoggle?" she ran to the door and yanked it open. "HOGGLE!" she screamed delightedly, swooping down and wrapping him in a hug. "You're alive!"



"Well, why wouldn't I be? I didn't die just because you forgot about us." he said peevishly.



"What? Hoggle... I never forgot you." Sarah sat on the floor with a bump.



"Then why didn't you ever call?" Hoggle yelled.



"Hoggle-"



"You said you'd call if you needed us! You never called!"



"Hoggle!"



"Six years, Sarah, six years and not a word!"



"Hoggle, I called!" she cried out.



"Huh?" he seemed taken aback. "Oh, now you're lying to cover it up? Well, no more, missy, we're through!"



"Hoggle, please! I called you. I called all of you! You never came! You never came when I was locked up! Or when Toby got sick! Or when Daddy died! Or-" Sarah's voice caught in her throat and she stood up, staring at the little dwarf. "If you're so insistent that I forgot about you, then you can leave, because I can look you in the eyes and promise you I didn't!"



"Sarah..." Hoggle seemed lost for words.



"Just go! Just go already! You already left me once. Do it for the last time already." Sarah's voice returned to the same petulant tone she had six years ago when she first came to the Underground. She ran to the bed and buried her face in the pillows. One of them smelled dark, magical, intoxicatingly male. She brushed the thought aside and sobbed into the pillow.



"Sarah... I never heard you call." Hoggle said quietly.



"Hoggle... how couldn't you? I called so many times, so loudly." Sarah stared at him, tears streaking down her face.



Hoggle sighed and knelt down by her. "Tell me what happened after you left, Sarah."



Crying harder now, Sarah nodded and told him.





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Hoggle stared at her in amazement. "Sarah... does Jareth know?"



"Yes." she swallowed against a lump in her throat.



"Well, what did he say?" Hoggle asked impatiently.



"He asked me why I didn't dream anymore."



"Sarah, you stopped dreaming?" Hoggle breathed.



"Hoggle?" Sarah looked at him confused.



"Sarah, you know what the Labyrinth is, right?" Hoggle asked her carefully. His large eyes were wider than usual.



"Yes, a place to hold the children wished away and a place for those who wished to fight for them."



"Well, yes and no. Sarah, the Labyrinth is-"



"Perhaps before you explain what my kingdom is, Hogspot, you should reconsider." Jareth's voice drawled from the doorway where he was lounging.



"Yer Majesty!" Hoggle stood up and hid his wrists behind his back, hiding the plastic bracelet Sarah gave him 6 years ago.



"I wish to speak to Sarah, be gone." Jareth ordered cruelly. His cold eyes blazed with an unknown emotion, and Hoggle's fear nearly choked him. But the dwarf looked back at Sarah's tear-streaked face and faced Jareth again.



"You won't hurt her none?"



"Be gone!" Jareth thundered.



Hoggle paled but stood there. With a snap of his fingers, Jareth sent Hoggle to the gardens at the front of the Labyrinth.



"Now that we're alone..." he purred.





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Sarah's mind raced. Hoggle had been about to tell her something important, but Jareth interrupted. And, judging by his brilliant eyes, there wasn't much hope he would tell her. In fact, it looked like he had something much different in mind.



Sarah slowly stood up and backed away from that strange look in Jareth's eyes. Smirking, he disappeared- and reappeared behind her. His arms wrapped around her, successfully pinning her in his grasp. Sputtering and flailing her legs, Sarah tried to escape but Jareth simply picked her up off the floor.



"What are you-"



"Will you stop acting like a spoiled child?" his tone sounded frustrated.



Sarah immediately went limp and Jareth almost dropped her dead weight. He put her down and released her. He lightly touched her shoulder, making her turn around. He motioned she should sit down, and she sank onto the edge of her bed, her empty green eyes staring at him.



"Well, since the little toad went and told you, I suppose I have to. This is rather complicated, but I have no choice in the matter since you just had to get yourself involved again.



"The Labyrinth is magic, Sarah. Pure, wild, untamed magic. Brought into creation by the wild untamed dreams of those who come to it. Some are wished, others are drawn, some are those who run it. Their dreams, their creations, their magic, is what creates the power the Labyrinth draws its source from. When you ran it... your imagination and your dreams were powerful. They always were powerful. Your heart and mind sang to the Labyrinth's core in a way that only few have. You worked yourself into its magic and now... now you are a part of it."



"WHAT?!" Sarah jumped up, only to be pushed down onto her bed by the king. The slight contact that it brought her made her shiver and her body cry out for more.



"There are two reasons I asked you why you stopped dreaming." Jareth continued as if she hadn't shouted. "The first is when you defeated me, in the heart of my Labyrinth, something... changed. It was hard to sense at first, but eventually I could taste it in the very air. You took something with you when you left. You took a bit of the Labyrinth's power with you."



"I... I have magic?" she whispered, looking at him with fear in her eyes. Fear and wonder. The same eyes she looked at him with six years ago. He cursed himself for thinking that..



"Yes, Sarah, and a very dangerous and wild magic. If left untamed, it could twist you, turn you, destroy you." His voice and eyes were serious now. "The second reason I asked you was because... after you left, and I realized what was happening... the Labyrinth changed."



Sarah's mind was reeling. She had magic? How? Why didn't she feel different? Wasn't that the way it was in the stories? she thought to herself. Then the new of the Labyrinth hit her, and she wrenched her attention back to Jareth.



"The Labyrinth seemed different after I realized the effects of your magic. More flowers, more order... more random occurrences. I had to threaten Ludo and Sir Didymus with being locked in a oubliette so they would stop helping those who ran the Labyrinth. Not that I needed an excuse." he muttered under his breath.



"So... what happened?" Sarah asked tentatively.



"It came to my notice that some parts of the Labyrinth seemed... ill. I visited in my spare time to discover that they were... dead. Over time, more places seemed affected. It eventually grew until the land itself began to sicken. Deep trenches, like scratches from a dragon's claws, formed overnight. It seemed like the land was cut and in pain. I managed to heal it, but it drained me. I know why now."



Jareth paused and looked her in the eyes. "Your dreams... your wild, untamed, magical dreams that the Labyrinth craved and bonded to its source... were dead. And the places that fed off of your dreams were dead too."





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"I killed the Labyrinth?" Sarah's voice rose to a hysterical pitch.



Wincing, Jareth shook his head. "No, you stupid girl. Parts of it needed more dreams, more magic, than others. I healed it, and it cost me dearly. However... it appears to have cost you more." He stopped pacing and stared at her.



"Jareth... why are you looking at me like that?" she whispered, frightened.



"Sarah... we need you to dream again." he said sadly.





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NO! Her mind screamed as she stared open mouthed at the Goblin King. He looked so haughty, so ethereal, so... beautifully cruel. But his eyes were filled with something else, something that looked so much like begging her heart ached. "I... I c-c-c-can't!" she cried, jumping up and running to the door.



"Sarah!" he called out to her.



She ran, blindly, crying, turning corners and twisting down passages that were dark and forbidding. She ran until she couldn't run anymore, and then she collapsed into a pile, sobbing, on the dirty stone floor. She was so lost in her tears she didn't hear the slight noise of Jareth appearing behind her, but she did feel him kneel next to her and place his hand on her head.



"Sarah... my girl, come, this is no place for you." His voice purred to her. She lifted her face to look at him, terror at what he asked and that sadness that came over her. She shook her head mutely, her eyes never leaving his. Sighing, he pulled her into his lap, holding her, comforting her as best as he could. She curled into him, sobbing.



"How old were you, Sarah, when they did that... cruelty to you?" he whispered into her hair.



"You mean the rape?" she laughed bitterly, tears shining on her face. "It's alright Jareth. I accepted what happened to me years ago. To answer your question, I was 16."



"They had no right to do that to you... to shatter you so completely." he whispered to her.



Looking up at his face, Sarah saw uncharacteristic warmth in Jareth's eyes. "It wasn't just the orderlies." she said quietly. "I gave up my dreams because... I wanted to be loved. I knew I would never be loved by my parents if I kept up my dreaming... so I stopped. I stopped to be accepted... and it was never noticed. I was still a freak, a abnormality. Something to be mocked and tortured." Her voice turned bitter and harsh as she continued to speak.



"Sarah..." he stroked her head as he pulled her closer. "Shhh... it's alright."



"No, no it's not!" She started crying harder and buried her face in his neck, clutching at his arm.





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After a moment's debate, Jareth transported them to the place he knew would make her dream again. Sarah didn't even notice when the cold chill of the dark corridor was replaced with a warmth and light of Jareth's chambers. Shivering through her tears, Sarah clutched to Jareth as if she was afraid to let go. He carried her to the bed, setting her down as gently as he could without untangling her. She still looked so lost and weak, lying there in his bed. Jareth slid beneath the covers and lay next to her, pulling her close. Eventually she stopped crying and merely lay there, exhausted.



"How?" she murmured sleepily.



"How what?" he replied.



"How will I dream again? Will you cast a spell?" she whispered, feeling close to sleep. "Can you fix me?"



"No, my dear, this cannot be fixed so simply." He said regretfully. "But I know of a way to induce your dreams, a mortal way." he whispered enticingly into her ear.



"How?" she asked again, almost asleep.



Jareth, smiling wickedly, kissed her.



Sarah was almost asleep when she felt his lips graze hers. A jolt of something made her open her eyes, to see the Goblin King lying above her, watching her. She felt... different. More alive, but still tired. Unable to stop herself, she yawned. And Jareth took that opportunity to deepen his kiss, wrapping his hand in her hair.



Sarah lay there in shock, feeling things swirling in her body that she didn't recognize. "What... what is this?" she whispered against his mouth. "Is this magic?"



"No, my dear." Jareth smirked against her lips. "This is desire."





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Sarah was completely stunned by his use of the word. And where his hand went next. In her excitement about seeing Hoggle again, Sarah had forgotten to change, and was still wearing the same tiny white top and skirt as before... something she hadn't realized, but Jareth had.



He touched her intimately, tracing his fingertips across the tops of her breasts. He smirked down at her as his fingers slipped between and down her abdomen. Shivering at the sensation, Sarah unconsciously twisted and arched her body up, unaware of how delectable she looked doing so.



So delectable, in fact, that Jareth rolled on top of her, kissing her neck slowly. So slowly that it felt like a trail of fire was from her throat to her shoulder. Sarah groaned as one of his clever hands ran lightly over her thigh. Jareth claimed her lips again, gently forcing apart her legs with his knee. He settled down on top of her, their lower bodies now entwined... and aching. Sarah's cry of surprise when she felt him press against her most secret area was intoxicating.



His hand snaked upwards, lightly touching, so very close to the source of that delicious ache. Sarah finally began to respond, hesitant at first. She began kissing his neck softly, her tongue flicking over his skin, tasting. He tasted like he smelled; dark, intoxicating, magic, male. Sarah's mind was reeling, she was losing control. When he finally touched her inner most area she cried out and writhed against him.



Never did Jareth think to get this reaction from her! She was making such a noise from his touches... he simply meant to incense her lust, to make her dream like she did the other night.



The night she dreamed of them making love.



He crushed that voice at the sight of her moving beneath him. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open, her hands...



He gasped as one of her hands touched him softly. The old Sarah he knew was coming back, the curious Sarah, the one he loved. He realized her touch was in response to his. Smirking wickedly, he removed his gloves quickly before continuing. His bare fingers sliding over her skin made Sarah cry out in pleasure. Smirking even wider now, Jareth lightly slid his fingers up, touching her, feeling her. She felt like wet velvet, soft but so undeniably aching for him.



Sarah nearly reared up as he touched her like that. He quickly covered her mouth with his, devouring her taste, her kiss. She buried her hands in his hair again as he continued to pleasure her, a unfamiliar feeling growing in her stomach.



"Sarah... I wish to know something." Jareth whispered.



"Yes?" she replied feverishly, arching against him.



"How much do you want your dreams?" he whispered into her ear, his tongue teasing her earlobe. "Do you trust me enough to help?"



"Yes." she whispered as tears blurred her vision. She wanted to dream again, to be able to believe and not be torn down, not be destroyed, not be hated for being alive. For being magical.



"Then you must be ready." Jareth whispered.



"Ready for wha-"



His mouth covered hers again as his hands ripped off her clothing. For the second time, she was naked under the Goblin King, and she was enjoying it immensely. Then she finally noticed they weren't in the corridor. They were in his room. More specifically, they were in his bed. And one of them was naked. Smirking, he rolled to make her straddle his hips. She gasped at the feel of him straining through his breeches on her most intimate area.



"Jareth... I've never- I mean, I don't- I'm-" she stopped and blushed a deep red.



He had already known that she had never had pleasure. After what had happened to her Above, it was surprising she even let him look at her like that.



"Sarah... have you never known pleasure?" he whispered to her, watching her sit astride him. His hands were on her hips, and moving intoxicatingly upwards.



"No." she whispered before his hands cupped her breasts. She threw back her head and sighed at the feel of his bare hands on her like this. Smirking, he planned his next move. Sarah gasped as his hands disappeared from her breasts and instead lifted her hips – so he could slide down.



His mouth cleverly found the source of that delicious ache in her, and began to slowly, torturously, explore her. Sarah moaned, an animalistic sound that thrilled both of them to the core. His tongue and teeth and lips were teasing, tasting, loving her, and if it weren't for his hands gripping her hips she would have bucked away. She moaned again, a almost unbearable pressure building in her lower half.



"Jareth..." she whispered before crying out. "Jareth!"



Tasting her, Jareth was once again surprised to see how easily she submitted to his touch. It wasn't surprising, however, that his control was slipping. When she cried out his name when she released, he drank her. She tasted like wine and rain, liquid light.



He rolled over to where she was under him again. "Sarah... do you trust me?" he whispered again huskily. He was barely on the edge of sanity.



"Yes." she said, looking at him with fire in her eyes, her hand slipping down to touch him again. Groaning, he gripped her wrist and pinned it above her head.



"By the gods, Sarah..." he breathed, staring into her eyes. They were dark, with lust and with unspoken promises.



"Jareth... I... I'm frightened." She whispered to him, her voice light and heady.



"Why?" he purred into her ear, pressing his lower body against hers. She cried out as they both remembered.



"Fear me, love me, do as I say and I shall be your slave!"



"Do you fear me, Sarah?" Jareth whispered. She nodded, trying not to beg him to show her more of this exquisite torture.



"Do you love me, Sarah?" he continued, feeling her writhe against him. Sarah gasped as he teased her neck with his tongue. "Do you love me, Sarah?" he demanded.



"Yes..." she whispered, closing her eyes.



"Then do as I say." he murmured to her. "And let me love you."



Sarah's will broke, and the next thing she knew Jareth was naked and pressed against her. She felt silk sheets against her skin and knew he had her pressed against him in his bed.



His bed. It smells like thunder, of summer storms, like magic.



He gently eased her legs apart and positioned himself above her. "Look at me, Sarah." he commanded.



She opened her eyes to see his staring at her. "Jareth, I-"



He kissed her with enough force it left her trembling. And then thrust into her, again and again. He knew she her innocence had been taken violently, uncaringly, and for this brief moment, he wanted to show her what it was truly like to be loved. He had never expected this response from her, however, and it took all he had not to lose his wits. If he hurt her too badly, she would never let him near her again.



Jareth was amazed when Sarah started to move with him. She was so hot and so tight... and she was squirming delightedly against his member. She was crying out, whether in pain or pleasure he didn't know, but he was lost in the sensations of Sarah's body. He was losing control, and forced himself to look down at Sarah's face while he moved inside her. The sight of her eyes, shut against it all, made him calm down and move slower.



Sarah felt Jareth slow down in his movements, and she was able to open her eyes as the pain lessened. She gasped at the sight of his eyes, burning with desire and control... and dominance over her. She released what she had given him, but it was too late. He had power over her again... power she gave willingly. With a sigh she surrendered completely.



Jareth felt her body lose its tension, and she looked up at him with wide eyes- eyes a smoky dark green. Whispering his name, she lightly touched his face, her fingers tracing the curve of his lips, the line of his jaw, and his shoulders.



"Yes, Sarah. Love me." he whispered, closing his eyes at the sensation of her touch. He began to move again, and this time she signed in contentment. She lifted her hips to him, granting him deeper access to her.



"Please, Jareth..." she whispered to him, her eyes fluttering at the feel of him moving inside of her. He felt slick and smooth inside of her, and so warm. She groaned as he began to move faster, and her body responded. It was the second time she had sex, and she felt... delirious. Is it supposed to feel like this? She wondered.



Watching Jareth above her gave her a sense of peace and comfort she hadn't felt since her days in the Labyrinth.



Yes.



Jareth kissed her urgently, one arm supporting him above her, the other under her neck, pulling her up to meet his lips. Sarah wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close. He began thrusting faster, reveling in the feel of Sarah's body. He groaned as he felt her move under him. Her lips began kissing his throat, his shoulder, his cheek, his jaw, his lips. Anything she could find, she pressed achingly sweet kisses to.



Sarah cried out as he began to move, feeling him touch her deeply. The tight feeling began to build in her again, this time it felt like she was going to burst. She cried out again and again as Jareth moved deeper into her, pain forgotten as pleasure took its place. She screamed out his name as the feeling exploded, sending waves through her.



He felt her climax but kept moving, not nearly done. She tightened around him, and he groaned and fell on top of her, his hips still moving steadily. Sarah was moaning as he continued, and she soon felt the pressure again. This time, it took longer to build, and slower, but it was stronger. Jareth, however, was speeding up, thrusting in and out quickly. He moaned as Sarah gripped his shoulders, her nails biting down into his muscles. Sarah climaxed again, this time harder, making her entire body shake, crying out as she did. Jareth felt her and lost all control, releasing into her with a final thrust.



Jareth fell on top of Sarah, breathing heavily. He could feel her heart pounding in her chest, and heard her breathing just as heavily. Her arms cautiously wrapped around him, testing to see what would happen. Sighing, Jareth buried his face in Sarah's hair, breathing in the smell she had, the smell of rain.



What have we done? Sarah whispered in her mind.





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Jareth pushed himself off of her and into a sitting position, catching her face in his hand. "We have done what we needed to do, Sarah." he said, his eyes flashing. Leaning down, he kissed her again, but this time it was different. It was a painful kiss, bruising her lips, and when he pulled away Sarah stared at him glassily.



"Wh...wha... what did yo...you do..." she whispered, her eyes fighting to stay open.



"Sleep, Sarah" Jareth said in a commanding voice. As his spell took over, Sarah fell into a deep spelled sleep. Jareth lay next to her, gazing at her. She was beautiful... her lips were still pink and full, but they were slightly swollen from all his forceful kisses. Her face was thinner than it had been 6 years ago, her brows thinner and more arched, her hair longer and fuller, and her body...



His hand lightly traced the curve of her hip. Sarah lay on her back with her hips and legs turned to face him, one arm flung out, the other between them. She was beautiful, enticing, a siren in mortal's flesh. Her hair was spread over the pillows, and one piece was somehow tangled with his. Pulling her close, Jareth buried his face in her neck again, wrapping his arms around her tightly. He fell asleep, breathing in her scent.





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A/N: This was the chapter that caused some problems on fanfiction, so I decided to post the story here to avoid problems. Yes, it's really me, and yes, I have accounts on both sites. And by the way, the spell the goblin healer cast on Sarah was one to prevent her from getting pregnant. Just thought I'd explain in case someone was too confused by it.