Into the Labyrinth
by CarrieGlitter

It's Only Forever, Not Long At All

Curt reached down an gave Brian's cock a playful squeeze. Brian brushed his hand away, "Not now."

"Not now? What do you mean not now?"

Brian rolled over, turning his back to Curt, "I'm just not in the mood, alright?"

"Very funny," he said, wrapping his arms around Brian. His lover elbowed him away.

"I said I didn't want to."

"God Brian, what's your problem?"

Brian walked across the room and pulled his pants on, "My problem is you never stop! You're always grabbing at me like I'm your property. Sometimes I just don't want to."

"Fine," Curt said and started getting dressed.

"Oh, what? Now you're going to be mad at me?"

"You think I should praise you for insulting me?"

"It's not my fault you're so pushy."

"Pushy? I'M pushy?"

"You treat me like I'm you god damn sex slave!"

"Oh you think so, do you?"

"Yes, I do!"

"I wish someone would show you what it was really like to be a sex slave, right now."

Curt stormed out into the hall then stopped. There was silence. It wasn't like Brian to not shout after him. He walked back into the room.

"Brian? Why aren't you fighting? Why's it so dark in here? Brian?"

The glass doors on the balcony flew open and a man appeared before Curt. He was tall and slender, an amazing physique.

"Who are you?"

"I am the nam you called. Jareth, the Fairy King, at your service," He said in a delightful accent, as he bowed with a flourish of his hands.

"Where is Brian?"

"I took him away, as you asked."

"I want to see him."

Jareth waved his hands and produced a small crystal ball. Brian's image appeared in the center of it. He was dressed as Curt had last seen him, black leather pants and nothing else. He was kneeling next to a grand throne. A gold chain ran from the arm of the chair to a gold collar around his neck.

"Let him go!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Jareth said as he started walking slow circles around Curt. "You ask for one thing, then request another."

"I didn't know what I was saying."

"But what's said is said. Of course, you should get something out of it. How about men, anytime you want, to do anything you want?"

"Please sir, if it's all the same to you, I just want my boyfriend back."

"Are you sure that's what you want?"

"Yes!"

Jareth waved his hands and they were transported to a different world. "Find your way through my labyrinth and you shall have him back. But fail, and he will be mine forever. You have thirteen hours."

Lost and Lonely

Curt looked around. Down the hill there was a maze with a castle at the center of it. All he had to do was get there? Piece of cake.

He made his way to the entrance of the labyrinth and looked around him. It looked like it was just a straight line. He started walking, there had to be a turn in here somewhere. Nothing. He started running but he still couldn't go anywhere but straight.

"God Damn This Place!"

He looked up to see a tall figure dressed all in black strutting toward him.

"Excuse me, could you help me?"

The man stopped and let his gaze linger up and down Curt's body.

"And who might you be?"

"I'm Curt Wild, who are you?"

"Jack Fairy. Well then, what seems to be the problem?"

"I'm trying to get to the castle at the center of the labyrinth. I have to find someone who's being held hostage there."

"Ah, Jareth's new acquisition. I hear he's quite fabulous, I was considering heading out there and giving him a go myself."

"So you'll help me then?"

"For a price."

"For a price? You just said you were going there anyway!"

"Yes, but I didn't say YOU could tag along."

Curt sighed, "I don't have any money on me."

"And what would I do with money!" Jack said as he grabbed Curt by the belt buckle and started dragging him through the wall of the labyrinth. They came out the other side and were in a little room.

"You can just walk through walls here?"

"Sometimes. Things aren't always what they seem." Jack took off his coat and sat on the bed. He eyed Curt, who didn't know what he should be doing. "Listen, I'm not much for talking so I'll just say this once. Take off your pants and come fuck me, then I'll help you with the labyrinth."

Curt huridly threw off his cloths. He jumped on top of Jack and the two locked in a frenzied kiss. Jack shimmied out of his own clothing and threw his legs on Curt's shoulders. He panted and moaned as Curt pounded into him.

Jareth held up his crystal so that Brian could see the two men having wild sex. "It seems your friend has found a distraction."

"He'll come. He wouldn't leave me here."

Jareth called over his Flaming Creatures, "Take him into the bedroom, it's time I showed my new slave what it's like to belong to me."

As the World Falls Down

Malcolm secured Brian's hands to the head board while Billy was taking off his pants and tying his feet. Brian was tied spread eagle on top of a massive oak bed covered in black satin sheets. He was left alone to struggle in his bonds.

It wasn't long before Jareth appeared at the doorway. He leaned on the door frame, sipping a glass of wine and caring his riding crop.

"Well, young slave, are we ready to behave?"

"Let me go right now and I'll consider not suing your arse!"

Jareth threw his head back and laughed, "And just how do you propose to do that? Drag your courts over into my world? I think not. You forget where you are. If you'd only accept it you may be able to enjoy it."

"Enjoy what? Sex?"

"No, being dominated."

"Over my dead body."

"Have it your way then."

Jareth walked to the bed and set his glass on the nightstand. With the tip of his crop he traced a line from Brian's chin, down his stomach, and between his legs. The touch made his semi-erect member twitch and grow stronger. Jareth licked his lips and bent low to wrap them around this glorious display of manhood. He moved his tongue up and down the shaft, letting it flick lightly at the tip. He placed his mouth around Brian's cock and slowly, teasingly, started working his way down. He took his time, driving his bound slave crazy with desire. He rolled is tongue over him a few times before diving down again. Each time Brian got more and more lost with ecstasy until he thought he would die if he didn't cum soon. Jareth saw this in his face, and stopped.

"No," Brian cried, and fought at his bonds. "Don't stop. I can't stand it any longer."

Jareth sat up and leaned over Brian, "Oh, well look at this. You're not sounding so defiant now."

Brian fought at his bonds, he needed to free himself, he couldn't stand it any longer. "Please," he said, his eyes pleading, "I will do anything, please."

Jareth started undressing slowly, one hand removing his clothing while his other ran lightly over Brian's cock, making sure his need never lessened. When Jareth was finally undressed he straddled Brian's chest. "You want release do you?"

"Yes, please," he panted.

"Well so do I. If you give me what I want, slave, then I may be inclined to return the favor. Or I could find someone else to please me and you could spend the night just like you are now. What will it be?"

Brian fought with himself, he didn't want to give in, not this soon. He was so used to always being in control.

It wasn't long before the throbbing between his thighs won out and he lifted his head to take in Jareth's massive erection. Where Jareth's touch had been soft and teasing, Brian's was fast and eager. He wrapped his lips tightly around his shaft and moved his tongue in a frenzied motion. He put all of his soul into this blow job, needing it be good, wanting him to cum fast.

It wasn't long before Jareth felt himself grow ready. He reached back and took Brian's cock in his hand. Two fast tugs and Brian exploded into the most intense orgasm he'd ever known. The writhing young man beneath him was enough to send Jareth over the edge. Their moans filled the massive room as their earth shattering orgasms rose up, and then died.

Brian slumped back on the bed, completely spent. Jareth looked down into his young slave's eyes, "My, what a good lover you are. I shall leave no trick up my sleeve to ensure that I keep you."

Slap That Baby, Make Him Free

"Come on Jack, hurry up!" Curt called.

Jack strolled along behind him, "After the ride you gave me, this is as fast as I can go."

"This is a dead end," Curt said, turning around.

"Are you sure?" asked Jack, pointing ahead. There were two doors, each guarded by a boa clad transvestite.

"It changes?" Curt said. "Great! Just great! How are we ever gonna get through here?"

"Might I suggest," said the guard dressed all in pink, "trying a door?" "Well, where do they lead?"

"One leads to the castle at the center of the labyrinth, and the other one leads to, ba ba ba bum..."

"Wait, let me guess, certain death?"

"No," said the guard dressed in silver, "even worse. The castration room."

Both Jack and Curt grabbed themselves protectively and winced. "Well, which is which?" Curt asked and Jack just shrugged.

"You have to figure it out on your own," said pinky.

"How?"

"One of us is a top and one is a bottom. The top guards the door to the castle. Figure it out and you will know the way."

"Allow me," said jack. He motioned the two guards into the bushes beside the doors. Curt waited a few minutes, then Jack called out, "Oh! It's definitely silver! You go ahead, I'll catch up!"

He opened the door but was trying to sneak a peak into the bushes and didn't notice the big hole in the ground. He stepped right into it and started falling into a black pit. He screamed, and something reached out and grabbed him, holding him up.

"Oh, thank you," he said. The walls of the pit seemed to be lined with hands. Several reached for his crotch, undid his pants, then started jerking him off. "Hey! What are you doing? Help!" he screamed.

"We are helping," part of the wall said. "We're Helping Handjobs."

Curt sighed. Well, Brian wouldn't have to worry about him being grabby anymore. At the rate things were going he'd be completely out of semen by the time he found him.

Down in the Underground

When they'd finished, the hands released him and Curt fell into a small room at the bottom of the pit. He lay there for a while, regaining his strength. After some time he stood and did up his pants. Where was he now? He focused his eyes. There seemed to be something moving toward him in the darkness.

"I can't leave you alone for a minute," said Jack as he strolled toward him smoking a post sex fag and wearing the guards' pink and silver boas.

"Just get me out of here," Curt said.

"My, my, aren't we pushy."

Curt sent Jack a dagger glance and he decided he shouldn't say anymore. He ushered Curt through a door in the back of the room and started leading him down a dark tunnel. Curt felt something roll between his feet and then a crystal stopped in front of him. He bent to pick it up but it rolled away. He and Jack took off after it. They followed it to the end of the tunnel where it turned a corner and brought them face to face with Jareth.

"Well, well, well," he said, folding his arms over his chest, "if it isn't Jack Fairy and Curt Wild, together."

"Jareth!" Jack squealed in delight and lunged toward him to give him a big kiss. Jareth pushed him away harshly.

"What do you two think your doing?"

"Well," said Jack, giving Curt a very confused look, "we were just on our way to see you. Curt here..."

"This man isn't going anywhere near my castle!" Jareth screamed.

"But why?"

"You're not to help him any further."

"But I gave him my word."

Jareth took Jack's face in his hands, "If I find that you are helping this person I will drop you straight into the Bog of Eternal Impotence!"

"Jareth, no..."

Jareth released his face and backed up, "And as for you Curt, It's a hopeless effort. Turn back before it's too late." With a wave of his hands he was gone.

This time Jack was the one shooting daggers at Curt, "He doesn't want you to visit his castle?"

"Well," said Curt, "I'm kinda going to take Brian back home if I get there."

"You're on your own," Jack said, storming away.

Curt ran after him, "Oh, what are you afraid of? Jareth?"

"No, the Bog of Eternal Impotence is quite enough on it's own!" "So you won't be able to get it up for a little while, big deal, it happens to all guys, it goes away!"

"Oh no! If you so much as dip a finger into the Bog of Eternal Impotence you'll never get an erection again! No thank you!"

"Wait," Curt said, grabbing Jack's shoulder and spinning him around. "I could make it worth the risk." He grabbed Jack's face and gave him a deep, passionate kiss. When he pulled away, Jack blinked twice and stumbled backwards.

"Well, umm..." he stammered before regaining his composure. "No! Forget it!" Curt raised his hand and dangled an emerald pin in front of his face. Jack reached to his ear, "Hey, give that back!"

Curt tucked the pin safely into his pocket, "You help me get what I want and I'l give you what you want."

Between the Stars

Curt and Jack had been wondering through the underground for what seemed like an eternity. Neither of them had a clue where they were or where they were going. It all looked the same.

As they rounded a corner, a scream was heard in the darkness.

"Oh, Jack, dahling!" Curt looked over and saw someone pounce on Jack in a ferocious kiss. After what seemed like forever, they finally parted. The woman stood there and looked Curt up and down, sizing him up.

"Well, Jack," she said, "aren't you going to introduce me."

"Mandy, this is Curt. Curt, this is Mandy, Jareth's wife."

"Wife?" Curt asked, astonished.

"Well of course," Mandy said. "What? You think a creature that fabulous only does it with boys?"

"Well, I..."

Mandy laughed deliciously, "Oh, heavens, no! Why we've been happily married for quite some time. And I can tell you right now, he is quite the animal. Truly fabulous."

"So, Mandy," Jack said, "to what do we owe this pleasure?"

"Oh, you will never believe this luv! I was out for my morning walk when I happened upon the valley where all the false alarms are. Well, as you very well know, those things give great head, so I stopped for a bit. I got so lost in the throughs of ecstasy that I must have stumble backwards or something because fell through a hole! And, you will never believe this, I have no idea where I am! Oh, I swear, no matter how long I live here I will never figure this place out! But, I assume you two are on your way to the castle and I'm sure you'd allow your queen to tag along?" Mandy asked with a wink.

Jack laughed, "It would be an honour."

The three of them walked through the tunnels, Jack and Mandy groping each other in the dark. As they turned a corner they saw sunlight streaming down up ahead. They ran to it, and found a large hole in the ceiling of the tunnel.

"Oh, we're saved!" Mandy cried.

"No," said Curt. "It's no good. It's too high up, we'll never get through it."

Mandy just laughed, "Jack, would you be so kind..."

Jack took a long drag on his cigarette and blew out a puff of smoke. The smoke started forming rungs that seemed to reach way up into the sky.

"What the fuck is that?" Curt asked.

"Why dahling," Mandy laughed, "it's a cigarette tracing a ladder to the stars."

We Can Show You a Good Time

When they climbed out of the hole they ended up in some kind of forest. At first it seemed deserted but then voice started singing in the distance.

"We can show you a good time, and we don't charge nothing..."

It was followed by the sound of someone screaming for help. They followed the sound to a little clearing and looked in. Five strange creatures were dancing around a taller, normal looking man.

"Oh my god, it's the Chillys!" Jack whispered.

"And that's Arthur," said Mandy, "He's the court reporter, what's he doing this far from the Fairy Kingdom?"

"Chilly down, chilly down down," they sang, then one of the creatures took off his penis and threw it to another one. All of the Chillys joined in, their cocks flying through the air. They all turned to Arthur, "Hey, you, take off your Dick."

"What? No," Arthur said.

"Come on, we'll give it back when we're done," and the Chillys started grabbing at Arthur, trying to undo his pants.

"But he's not like them," Mandy said. "They'll rip his right off if they get to it!"

"We've got to help him," Curt said.

"Count me out," said Jack. "I escaped from the Chillys once, I'm not chancing it again!"

"If you want your pin back you'll do it."

"Keep it. My OTHER jewels are alot more important!" and he took off before Curt could grab him.

"We can do it Mandy, we don't need him," Curt said.

"Damn right!"

"So what's the plan?"

"Just grab their stuff and throw it as far as you can. Men always follow their dicks."

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In the distance, Jack could hear the Chillys screaming and yelling. He was storming through the brush, muttering to himself. "Damn thief! Just because a guy's hung he thinks he can treat..." He stopped suddenly when a shadow crossed his path. "Jareth. Why, what are you doing here?"

"Jack," he said. "I should ask you the same thing."

"Well, uh, nothing Jareth."

"Nothing? Nothing? Tralala? Didn't I tell you to stay away from him?"

"I was Jareth, I mean I am, I mean I wont go near him again, I swear!"

"Wait! I have a better idea. Go ahead and go back to him, and give him this." He rolled a crystal in his hand and turned it into a metal flask.

"What is it?" Jack asked.

"Just a drink. We know how those rock stars love their booze."

"What will it do to him?"

"Alot less then I'll do to you if I find you haven't given it to him! It's the flask or the bog Jack, the choice is yours." He threw the bottle to him and disappeared.

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"Run!" cried Arthur. They had gotten out of there in one piece but now the Chillys were hot on their tails. Arthur pointed to a small mountain side, "Up there, the Chillys can't climb."

Mandy and Arthur scaled the cliff without difficulty but Curt couldn't seem to get a grip. A hand reached down and grabbed his own, pulling him to safety.

"Jack!" he smiled, "I knew you couldn't stay away."

"This way," said Mandy, and her and Arthur headed to a path in the woods.

Curt and Jack followed at a small distance.

"So, did you just come back for the pin or was my animal magnetism too much for you?" Curt gloated with a grin.

"Well, actually," Jack said, "I want to give you..."

"Give me what?"

Jack started pulling the flask out of his pocket but changed his mind. "Nothing, nothing."

"Let me see," Curt said, grabbing into Jack's coat. He wrestled the bottle away from Jack and smiled. "Ah, didn't want to share?" He threw off the top and took a big swig. "This tastes funny."

Jack grabbed the flask and threw it deep into the woods. "Fuck you, Jareth!" and he stormed away.

Curt stumbled back against a tree. The world seemed to be spinning. Colors danced in front of his eyes. He looked up and saw crystal balls floating down toward him. One of them had inside it the image of a dark, empty circus ring. Curt couldn't seem to tear his eyes from it. After looking at it for a while he started to feel like he was being sucked into it.

I'll Paint You Mountains of Gold

"And they tell you it's not natural!" Jareth laughed into the empty arena.

"You are made...." Curt stopped. His mind had gone blank. There was something he was going to say. It was extremely important, he knew that, but what was it? He racked his brain but still nothing. He searched Jareth's face for some kind of clue. His lover smiled at him sweetly. Why did that smile seem so strange? Why did Curt feel so disoriented? Jareth's leather clad hand reached up to cup Curt's chin. His thumb played over his bottom lip.

"I'm sorry," Curt mumbled. "There was something I had to tell you, but I can't remember..." His words were cut short as Jareth pressed his mouth to Curt's. Their lips parted and Curt felt Jareth's tongue enter him. It felt strange. Almost like he had never felt Jareth do this before. Why did it feel like that?

His hands went to Jareth's waist. He pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. The stiff ruffles of his shirt scratched at Curt's chest. Their tongues danced, slowly, softly.

Jareth took Curt's hand and led him off the platform, onto the sandy floor. He undid Curt's coat and let it slide off. Curt felt himself being pushed to the floor and he complied. He stared up at the ceiling and groaned. He'd been clean for a while, why did he suddenly feel like he was high? It was like he couldn't think anymore.

He felt Jareth's finger at his lips and he took it into his mouth. He bit at the salty leather and Jareth slid his hand out of the glove. His hand rubbed down Curt's bare chest. He squeezed his nipple, rolling it between his finers, as his mouth sucked at Curt's throat. Curt gave up trying to think and gave over to the sensations he was feeling.

He pulled at Jareth's jacket, tugged it down his arms and threw it to the side. He unlaced the leather vest and got rid of that too. Jareth stopped his attentions and knelt between Curt's legs. He took Curt's foot and lifted it so that the heel was resting on his shoulder. His tongue snaked out of his mouth and grabbed the tie of Curt's bootlace. Slowly he unlaced it and threw the boot over his shoulder, giving the same treatment to the other foot.

Jareth leaned over and placed his mouth over Curt's crotch. He bit and sucked through the vinyl pants, his mouth probing against the tough material. Curt ripped at the ruffled shirt, tearing it from Jareth's body. Jareth, smiling at his eagerness, undid the pants and slid them off. He turned Curt over, lifting him to his knees.

"No," He said, "I'm supposed to be on..."

"No," said Jareth, "this is the way we've always done it, remember?"

Curt tried, he racked his brain but he couldn't think. Finally he gave up and just nodded, that had to be right.

Jareth reached for his coat and took a small tube out of the pocket. He pulled off his own tight pants and kneeled behind Curt. He squeezed a small amount of lube into the hand that was still gloved. He started applying it to Curt, sliding his finger in and out of him. Curt leaned back. He closed his eyes and moaned deeply. He tensed his muscles, gripping that leather clad finger as he slowly pumped his hips back and forth.

Jareth withdrew his hand and pressed himself at Curt's opening, thrusting gently. He gripped Curt's waist and started pulling him toward him. Curt buried his fingers deep in the sand. His chest heaved. Stars danced before his eyes. He was lost, his entire body focused on the sensations within him.

Jareth reached around and took hold of Curt's member. His greased hand slid easily over his stiff shaft. He rocked Curt in his arms, meeting trust with pull, pull with trust. Curt felt a flash of heat overtake his body. His muscles tightened and he came, shooting spurt after spurt of hot cum onto the golden sand beneath him. Jareth smiled and continued trusting. After a while he, too, felt himself go, emptying himself deep inside Curt.

The two rolled onto their sides. Their sweety bodies lying on a mixture of sand and clothing. As Curt closed his eyes and started drifting off to sleep, he almost thought he heard a clock chime.

I Can't Live Within You

Curt rubbed his eyes. A cool breeze blew across his naked body from the open balcony doors. He looked around. He was back in the hotel room.

"It was all a dream?" he said.

He laughed and got up, pulling on his cloths. Where was Brian? Must be in the other room. "Hey Bri!" he shouted. "You'll never believe this fucked up dream I had last night. We got in this big fight..."

He opened the door and looked around. Out side it wasn't his hotel room.

It looked more like a garbage dump. Shannon pushed through the door and slammed it shut. "Good morning Mr. Wild. No need to go out just yet, we have alot to discuss first."

Curt's mind started going fuzzy again. Go out? Yes, he was going to get someone. Who?

"Now," Shannon droned on, "there is a reporter who has asked you to comment on the concert you and Jareth did last month. I suggest you call him first thing. There is also a photo session tomorrow. Is everything alright Mr. Wild?"

"I..." he stammered. "I was looking for something."

"No doubt this," Shannon said, handing him some sheet music. "Make sure you look that over thoroughly before this afternoon. Jareth is on a very tight schedule today and can't spend long in the recording studio. There's no time for mistakes."

Curt started reading through the lyrics.

"Won't you come with me
To a Place that's real
Come and take my hand
And we'll find a thrill
Can't you see
I want to tear it down"

He stopped. There was something about this song. Something about who it was for. "I wrote this for..." he closed his eyes. The name was the tip of his tongue, who was it?

"Jareth," Shannon interrupted. "You wrote that song for Jareth."

"No," he said. Shannon started rambling on again about the days activities. Curt stared down at the music and suddenly it came to him. "Brian!" he said.

"What?" Shannon asked.

"I wrote this song for Brian."

"No, no. Your wrote it for Jareth, remember?"

"No I didn't!" he screamed, hurling it across the room. "I have to save Brian!" He barrelled past Shannon, knocking her to the ground, and threw open the door. The walls of the room started caving in. He got lost in the wreckage and thought he might be buried alive.

"Oh darling," he heard Mandy say. "Oh, grab our hands." He reached up and grabbed on. Arthur and Mandy pulled him to safety.

"I was terrified we'd lost you forever," Mandy said. "Oh, Jareth has gone too far with this one."

"Am I too late?" Curt asked.

"No," said Arthur. "There's still one hour left." He pointed off a little ways in the distance. "Look, those are the gates to the Fairy Kingdom. All we have to do is get through there and the castle is ours."

"Let's go," said Curt. "We have no time to waste."

Get Me Out of Here

The trio made their way to the gates of the Fairy Kingdom. It was quiet, too quiet. They tried to sneak in but when they entered they were confronted by two women.

Mandy hissed, "Virginia Plain and Jane Doe, we meet again."

"Stop!" Virginia said. "This story has gone far enough. You've taken a children's movie and turned it into nothing more then mindless pornography. Further more, it's not a plausible cross over!"

"We cannot let this slash go any further," said Jane. "You must learn to write the way WE want you to or you won't write at all!"

They motioned with their arms and about 20 soldiers fell out behind them.

"What is it?" Curt asked.

"It's the Cunt Army from the land of CABS," Mandy said. "Jareth must really be desperate to go into alliance with them."

"Are you going to stop?" Virginia asked.

"Never!" Arthur cried.

"Then die!"

The army raised their weapons and advanced. Curt, Many, and Arthur were pushed back against the wall, helpless. Suddenly, they heard someone shout "Stop!" They looked up and saw Jack leap from the top of the gates. He stood before them. "Call off your army Jane!"

"Or what?"

Jack started waving his cigarette holder and muttering under his breath. He pointed it at Virginia and she turned into Mark Renton, then he waved it at Jane who was transformed to Frank Churchill.

"My god," said Frank, "you look exactly like me! That makes me so horny!" Both of them started throwing their cloths off and pawing at each other.

"Wait," said Mark. "Isn't this like masturbation?"

"Oh, I don't care!" Frank cried, turning around and bending over. "Fuck my unlubed ass with your pulsing love stick!"

Mark saddled up behind him and started pounding away. The Cunt Army was baffled by the actions of their leaders. No longer knowing what to do, they soon gave themselves over to pleasure. In no time at all the ground of the Fairy Kingdom was covered in a frantic, sweaty orgy.

"Ah," sighed Mandy wistfully, "it's good to be home."

Curt turned to Jack, "That was amazing. Thank you."

"I just wanted to make it up to you," he said. "I'm sorry Curt, Jareth made me do what I did."

"I know," said Curt. "I guess it wasn't ALL bad. But here, I believe this is yours," he took out the emerald and pinned it back on Jack's ear. "Now come on, there's still one more jewel we have to get back."

They stepped over the screaming fuck fest and found their way to the castle. When they entered they were stopped by Jareth's Flaming Creatures.

"Master has forbidden us from letting you get Brian," said Ray. "We will fight you to the death if we have to!"

Mandy leaned to Arthur, "I think it's time you worked a little of your magic."

He stepped forward and put on his most innocent face. "Oh, we're not looking for Brian."

"Well what are you looking for them?" asked Pearl.

"Well, I'm just looking for a room at the moment."

The Flaming Creatures started winking and flirting, completely taken in by this innocent young beauty. "We have a room," Malcolm said.

"Yeah," said Billy, "we'd be happy to share." They grabbed his hand and dragged him down the hallway.

Mandy shook her head and laughed, "Works everytime. Come on luv, Jareth would be up that way."

"No," said Curt. "I can face him alone." He gave them each a deep kiss.

"Thanks for all your help. No matter how this turns out, I could never have gotten this far without you."

"Be careful dahling," Mandy called as Curt disappeared up the staircase.

Nothing Ever Hurts Again

Curt took a deep breath and walked through the door at the top of the stairs. He was in what looked like a concert arena. He scanned the space and found Brian, still in chains, kneeling in the center of the stage. Curt fought the screaming crowd, desperately trying to reach him. When he got about halfway through he looked back and saw Jareth coming through the door.

He was wearing a long black trench and fedora, then he reached inside his coat and pulled out a crystal.

"How you've turned my world you precious thing," he sang. "You starve and near exhaust me!" He threw the crystal, which floated down to Brian's knees and he disappeared in a cloud of smoke. The crowd erupted into pandemonium and Curt had to fight tooth and nail to make it to the stage. Brian was no where to be seen. He looked into the wing and saw Jareth again.

"Everything I've done I've done for you. I move the stars for no one." Curt ran after him.

He couldn't seem to keep up, Jareth moved too fast. Curt heard someone call out his name. He looked up and saw Brian at the top of a staircase, Jareth holding him by his gold chain.

"You've run so long you've run so far." They turned the corner and were out of sight again. Curt lept up the stairs. Jareth's voice was there, surrounding him, even though he was no where to be seen.

"Your eyes can be so cruel, just as I can be so cruel."

At the top of the stairs was a door the led to the roof of the building. A few minutes ago it had been mid day, now it was suddenly the darkest of night.

"Though I do believe in you. Yes I do..."

Curt twisted through a maze of smoke stacks. He blinked in the starlight, trying hard to see into the distance, to find that voice.

"Live without your sunlight. Love without your heart beat."

He turned around a another stack and found Brian, kneeling on the edge of the building. He started to run to him but Jareth stepped out in front of him.

"I can't live within you."

"Let him go!" Curt screamed.

"Curt, beware, I have been generous, but I can be cruel."

"Generous?" Curt scoffed. "You call all this generous?"

"You asked that he be taken, I took him. You chose to drank the whiskey, I gave you a fantasy. I have turned my world upside down and it was all for you. I am exhausted from living up to your expectations of me."

Curt tried to find a way around him. Jareth was completely blocking Brian. This wasn't a test of cunning, but a test of will. He had to prove his love. But how? He thought back to the fight he and Brian and had, how this had all happened. Brian wasn't in the mood that night, and Curt knew why. Brian was upset with him because Curt was messing up in the recording studio and Jerry wasn't happy about it.

"Won't you come with me," Curt sang. "To a place that's real. Come and take my hand, and we'll find a thrill. Can't you see, I want to tear it down. Come with me, I want to kick it all around."

"Stop," Jareth said, retrieving another crystal, "look at what you can have Curt. No more fighting, no more being told your best isn't good enough, no more being controlled by Brian and his label."

"Tell me what you need. I wanna be your unclean. And I'll be your dream. Yeah you are my dream."

"I ask for so little, just let me rule you and you can have everything that you want."

"Yeah you are my dream," he whispered. "Shit! What's the next line?" Curt's face twisted into thought and uncertainty. Time was running out, he knew that. He needed this line, for Brian he had to remember.

"Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave."

Suddenly, it came to him. He stared Jareth straight in the eye and, with a small smirk on his face, said "And I'll set you free."

Jareth sighed and threw his crystal up in the air. The building broke away and they were all transported into Jareth's throne room. Brian's chains fell to the floor and he stood free for the first time in almost 13 hours. Curt bounded next to him and threw his arms around his love. The kiss was the deepest it had ever been, it expressed all the love that had been remembered and newly discovered during this journey. Curt glanced back at Jareth and, with a possessive arm around Brian's shoulders, said, "Come on Brian, let's get out of here."

Brian pulled away from him. He bit his bottom lip, a little unsure of what he was about to say. "Well, I was wondering...well I thought...maybe we didn't have to leave." He smiled weakly, seeing the anger in Curt's eyes.

"What?! After all that shit I went through for you, you'd rather stay with Jareth?"

"No! Well yes, but not just Jareth, you too. I mean, I want us both to stay. Not forever, just a little while. Jareth has been showing me some new dance moves for the show. And we were working on writing a song together. Plus, he's really really good in bed. Please Curt," he begged, his young eyes full of hope.

Curt laughed, how could he resist that face. "Alright," he said, "we'll stay, for a little while."

The room erupted into screams of joy as the rest of the Fairy Kingdom ran into the thrown room. Music blared through the room and everyone started dancing, celebrating their kingdoms lovely new inhabitance. Brian, Curt, and Jareth threw their arms around each other and fell into Jareth's beautiful thrown. Their mouths and hands explored each other and none of them could remember when they'd ever been this happy before. (Maybe we'll stay longer then a little while.) Curt thought as he felt both Brian and Jareth's hands slide down the front of his pants.

The End

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