JarethxErik Fan Fiction 18

^{Jareth's POV}
Erik stayed with him that night.

Jareth had tried to get Erik to make love to him but Erik insisted it wouldn't be right. Something about taking advantage of Jareth's vulnerable emotional state.

The worst part was that Erik was probably right.

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^{Erik's POV}
It had taken every single ounce of his self control to refuse Jareth.

Even after being stripped of his powers Jareth still possessed a certain magical quality. It could have been something in that rarely seen soft little smile of his. It could have been any number of things.  

But what most contributed was that Jareth loved him. Loved him enough that he all he cared about just so they could be together. Jareth deserved someone better, but he wanted Erik. Wanted him and loved him. There had been no hint of fear or disgust in his eyes. Only love.

Damn, he wanted him then. He didn't act on it though. Their relationship was too important to ruin with such an impulsive decision.

He wanted their first time to be special.

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^{Jareth's POV}
One of the worst parts of losing his powers and kingdom had been explaining to Sarah why he couldn't do anything about the 1,572 goblins that had decided to move in with her. The only reason he'd been able to was Erik. The man he gave up everything to be with had held his hand the entire time.

So what if he started crying when he realized his hair didn't float anymore. That was just the once. Then there was the time he'd started throwing fruit when he discovered he couldn't contact juggle oranges. There were other incidents too, but it wasn't like they happened all the time. He'd be fine.

Someday.

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^{Erik's POV}
It didn't take long for Erik to get a clear picture of what Jareth had sacrificed. He relied on magic in more ways than Erik ever thought possible.

Jareth had a hollow brittle bone structure that allowed him to fly in his owl form. Back when he had an owl form. His bones had been reinforced with magic to keep them from breaking but now that was gone. Without his magic a fall down the stairs could conceivably kill him. And the list didn't stop there.

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^{Jareth's POV}
Several times a day he suffered from uncontrollable pain. At first he tried to hide it from Erik but he eventually found out. The pain happened whenever he forgot for a few minutes and tried to use magic. It was like he could still feel the outline of where the magic used to be. It was gone now, but in its place were echoes of the pain of that horrible night.

If he were being completely honest he was nothing short of terrified.

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^{Erik's POV}
It hadn't even been a week but this had to end now.

Jareth was miserable without magic. He never said anything but he didn't have to. Jareth was miserable and it was all his fault. If he had just ignored his feelings none of this would have happened. If Jareth had just let him be insulted or if he hadn't written that symphony things might have turned out differently.

He loved Jareth. He loved Jareth with every fiber of his being and it hurt to see him go through this. Erik had to do something, anything, to try and make things right.

He'd do it tonight. He didn't want to but he had no choice. He loved Jareth too much to put him through this any longer.

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^{Jareth's POV}
When Jareth woke up in the middle of the night he knew something was wrong.
Erik was missing.

Erik usually slept spooned up next to him but now he was nowhere to be seen. Most likely he had just gone to use the restroom or get a glass of water or something like that.

When Jareth couldn't shake the feeling of unease he threw on a robe and went in search of Erik.

He wasn't in the kitchen or the bathroom. Thinking it could be a case of poorly timed inspiration he checked Erik's room.

Still no Erik.

Well and truly worried now, he checked their bedroom thinking he might have returned while Jareth was in the other room. "Erik?" he called out, panic creeping into the edges of his voice. Still no response.

Unsure what to do he walked back into the living room. "Erik! Where are..." his voice trailed off when he saw the note lying on the coffee table.

Erik had only written one word.

Goodbye.

"Goodbye," Jareth read it aloud. "Just like that?"

He checked the closets. All of Erik's stuff was gone. The only thing he left behind was the note and hole in Jareth's heart.

He walked back into the living room, collapsed on the sofa, and cried.