Labyrinth, Jareth/Toby, fit for a consort
Sitting in his room at the Castle Beyond the Goblin City, Toby stared at his reflection in the mirror as he drew the brush through his long blond hair. He didn’t know how long he had been in the Underground, Consort to the Goblin King, but whatever life he had before this one had faded from his memory. Jareth always gave him the finest clothes to wear, the best food to eat, and kept him close to his side to show him off.
“It’s fit for a consort,” Jareth would say whenever someone brought a new gift, and Toby would blush as he was gifted with whatever Jareth found worthy. Anything that Jareth found unworthy of a Consort was banished immediately to the Junkyard. “To save our eyes from staring at it,” he would explain, but Toby knew it was because Jareth felt insulted on his behalf to have been presented with an inferior gift.
“Such deep thoughts, my love,” mused a voice, snapping Toby out of his thoughts, and he smiled at the reflection of Jareth in the mirror. Jareth reached down and gathered up the long cloak of hair, running his fingers through the soft strands. Toby made sure to take very good care of his hair as Jareth enjoyed it as much as he did.
“Merely thinking about you, my lord,” replied Toby with an honest smile.
Jareth chuckled and brought his hair to his face, placing a kiss on it before letting it slip from his fingers like spun gold. “I have a present for you, my consort.”
Toby turned to find Jareth holding a sash of golden silk before holding it up against his face. “Yes, the color is the same shade as your hair.”
Smirking, Toby stood up, his robe slipping from his shoulders to leave him clad in only his hair. “You wish to see me bound by my hair, my lord,” he teased, taking the scarf from Jareth’s fingers and gliding over to the bed. He paused before it and glanced over his shoulder with an inviting look. “Perhaps you should verify that it is fit for a consort.”
They were going to be late for Court today, but Toby knew it was going to be worth it as Jareth crossed the floor, eyes hot, and pushed Toby to the bed. A few quick twists, and Toby’s hands were bound to the bed while his hair was spread out beneath him like a cloak.