NOTE: This chapter is rated FR15

Part 1/8

Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or The Labyrinth, I am not making any money off this fanfic so don’t sue me.

Warning: Slash, unbeta’d

Rating: This chapter FR15 but the story will go up to FR18 OR FR21

Author: Sio

Pairing: *grin*

Summary: Little did Xander know that the Goblin King had fallen in love with him.

A/n: This was written for a lark and may not be true to the characters. I do have most of this story written it’s just a matter of going over it to find most of my mistakes.

Say Your Right Words

Part 1/?

Xander didn’t often indulge in getting drunk, but then again it wasn’t often that the love of your life leaves you at the alter for her old boyfriend and job. So okay, Anya had been an ex-vengeance demon and not very comfortable as a human, but they’d shared something special and she hadn’t even fought for it. The very thought of it was enough to make him cry into his beer. Which was why Xander was valiantly trying to drink his way into a coma to forget.

Little did Xander know that a different kind of wish granter was watching him. Had in fact fallen in love with him. A handsome blonde haired man sat beside Xander at the bar nursing his own beer. He ordered another beer for himself and for Xander. Xander took it with a small hiccupping sign and a thank you.

“Need a friendly ear?” asked the stranger. Xander stared into mismatched eye’s for a moment as if to gage sincerity, then started his tale of woe and since he was in Willy’s (feeling a little suicidal) he didn’t edit out the demon bits. The stranger nodded and winced in appropriate places, while Xander was spilling his guts…figuratively.

“I bet you wish you could get away, you know leave the scene of the crime.” said the stranger. Xander gave the man a bitter half smile.

“Sometimes. Every where I look there’s a memory of us together.” Xander words were slightly slurred and he took another sip of beer.

“You could always wish yourself away to the Goblin kingdom, like in that labyrinth movie.” Said the stranger in a humorous tone followed by laughter which Xander join in.

Willy who was wiping down the bar, informed them both that the bar was closing and that it was time to leave.

“Hey man, thanks for listening. I uh didn’t get your name.” Said Xander as both men strolled from the bar, Xander in a slightly crooked line.

“My name is Jareth, pleased to meet you”

“Xander” Xander shook the offered hand. “See you around?” asked Xander. Jareth nodded and they parted company or at least that’s what Xander thought.

Jareth was delighted he’d finally set the ground work to make Xander his, implanting the suggestion of the wish into the morals mind. Even better the she-demon was out of the picture by her own doing. The boy would soon be his.

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Xander sighed as Buffy berated him for tackling a demon, never mind his intervention had saved her life. That wasn’t important he was hogging her glory and that wasn’t allowed. Finally she stomped away, but not before saying ‘Me Slayer, you human.’. Xander wasn’t sure why he tried anymore.

He trudged his way home, shoulders slumped and hands on his pockets. Xander was sure he looked like a tasty treat. Sure enough he’d attracted and staked three vampires by the time he got home. He’d gotten a smaller apartment which had the bonus of a being quiet and Anya memory free. He was bone weary from he day and the rest of the baggage that went along with his life. Xander flopped onto his bed fully dressed and was asleep within seconds.

Xander didn’t notice the white owl perched outside his bedroom window. As if by magic (no, really?) the window opened and the bird flew in transforming into a man. The man was Jareth.

Jareth looked down at his young man. Xander’s face was drawn and an unhealthy shade of grey. The fey sighed and began to undress Xander down to his boxer shorts then arranged him under his covers. Brushing Xander’s hair away from his forehead, Jareth kissed him on the skin revealed, then in a flurry of fabric Jareth was gone.

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In the morning, which was actually early afternoon, Xander woke to find himself warm, in bed and practically naked. Huh? Why were his clothes folded and at the end of his bed when he was pretty sure that he’d fallen asleep fully dressed. Stuff like this had been happening since after the wedding-that-wasn’t, Xander wanted to know what was going on. Then again maybe he didn’t. Maybe if he just ignored the weird stuff that was happening it would go away. Yeah, that was a good plan, he’d do that.

To be continued

A/n: I hope you guys liked it. Please review. No flames.