THE DARK PRINCE
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Summary: The dark handsome Prince Chakotay rescues a
young man from the executioner’s axe by the name of
Tom Paris who is accused of murdering his father.
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With shaking hands, Chakotay broke open the seal on
the missive and read the words from his father, King
“By order of the Throne of the Maquis,
If the following conditions are met and agreed upon,
Lord Thomas Eugene Paris will be granted a conditional
pardon pending the further investigation into the
death of his natural father, Lord Owen Robert Paris.
Lord Thomas Paris will marry the Lady Mauve of the
King’s choosing to keep the Paris name going and to
sire a new companion for the Prince’s nephew whom will
follow Prince Chakotay as successor to the throne.
An administrator, a schooled manager by the name of
Ben Sisko, has been appointed by the throne to oversee
the Paris estates and will report directly to the
Crown. Lord Paris will receive an income as befitting
his station as a Lord of the Realm. Lord Thomas Paris
will remain as Prince Chakotay'’ body slave and
companion for as long as the Prince sees fit. His
release or status upgraded to purely companion may be
gained on how well he serves and pleases the Crown
Prince Chakotay and his future king.
Lady Mauve will be available at court for Lord Paris
to have relations with once a day until she is
confirmed as carrying a Paris child. Afterwards, Lady
Mauve will retire to the Paris estates to deliver and
raise the child. After the child is one year old, Lady
Mauve will return to court to be gotten with child by
Lord Paris once again. This process will continue for
as long as she can bear children.
Lord Thomas Eugene Paris will take up the call to
service for the glory of the Kingdom and dedicate his
life to Prince Chakotay as a Paris Companion as many
have done through the years to continue the legacy.
Since the murderer of Lord Owen Robert Paris has
apparently vanished and to keep the Paris name in good
standing since all remaining suspicions will likely
fall upon young Paris, thus he will remain in
servitude to the throne for the rest of his natural
life. This stain will be a blot on the family name and
reputation, but should be forgotten in a generation or
If Lord Thomas Eugene Paris cannot accept these terms
for his conditional release, he will be remanded to
Kile Island Prison immediately and all conditions will
be revoked while the Crown will dispose of the Paris
line and property as it see fits.
Chakotay looked at Tom whose face was so pale that the
prince feared the young man might faint. As Donato
reached for Tom, his legs gave out and he sat down
hard on the ground of the tent, tears threatening to
fall at any moment.
“I’m trapped no matter which way I choose,” Tom gave
in to the despair in his heart and mind as numbness
Chakotay stared at Tom for a moment and realized that
the youngster needed time to absorb the information.
He motioned for the Captain to follow him out of the
tent so they could give Tom some space. Tom did not
even notice that they were gone as his mind churned.
His life was not his own and apparently never had
been. Certainly, his father had never even warned him
that this could happen and now he was angry with him
over that. Tom laughed bitterly over his choices,
Chakotay or Kile Island. Some choice, he was trapped
no matter which way he decided to choose. Slowly, he
crawled into his bedroll feeling sick to his stomach.
The sound of horses stopping caught Chakotay and
Donato’s attention as they turned to see the latest
guests arrive at the camp. To the surprise of the
Prince, it was his manservant, Bilo, accompanied by an
escort of six Royal Guards. The men glanced at each
other at this unexpected surprise since Bilo had never
been know to go anywhere near the battlefield even
back in King Kolopak’s fighting days.
Dismounting, Bilo knelt in front of the bronze man,
“My Prince. Forgive me for the intrusion, but I need
to speak to Lord Tom Paris.”
“Regarding what?” Chakotay felt a chill go down his
back as he looked into blue eyes that seemed familiar
and the facial features now that he thought about it.
“Family business, my Prince.” Bilo refused to say
“Don’t hurt him,” cautioned his future king as he
gestured for the manservant to rise.
“Thank you, my lord.” Bilo mused at the play of
emotions crossing Chakotay’s face. The Prince was
highly curious as to his business with young Paris. “I
have no intentions of hurting him, only passing on
some information regarding his status. I assume you
received the missive from your father, the King.”
“Yes, we just gave the news to Tom a little while ago.
He’s not taking it very well,” Donato said as he felt
the tension rising between the two.
“I shall talk to him now, if you will excuse me,” Bilo
dropped his gaze at the cold stare of his prince. The
man scurried away into the tent.
“Something is up, Donato,” remarked the Prince to the
Captain of the Guard, his sixth sense warning him that
his manservant was no longer to be trusted. “When he’s
done talking to Tom, I want him sent back to my father
with a fresh set of guards.”
“Yes, sir,” Donato flashed him a wide smile and walked
away chuckling under his breath. This could prove to
Hands pulled him roughly out of his bedroll and he
blinked in sudden confusion stumbling to his feet.
“Get up, you stupid asshole.” A familiar voice made
his eyes open in shock at the sneer on Bilo’s face.
“What do you want?” Tom didn’t understand why Bilo was
here when it was his job to care for the Prince here
on the field. Besides, his mind was still reeling from
the King’s missive.
“To talk some sense into you, nephew,” Bilo smiled as
realization dawned in Tom’s sky blue eyes as he tried
to pull out of the older man’s grip, but Bilo held
onto him easily.
“Uncle…Uncle Bill?” he relaxed in the grip and looked
closer at the older man. “You’re the Paris companion
for King Kolopak?”
“Yes, I am Bill Lowell Paris, brother to your father,
Owen Robert Paris,” Bilo said calmly. “I used to visit
you when you were a little boy before your father
forbade any further visits.”
Memories of a tall blond man, presents and stories
visiting him in the nursery as a small boy. Warm
gentle memories of a man who had no hesitation about
playing in the dirt or playing at whatever game he was
asked too. His favorite times were of being held in
the big strong arms while Uncle Bill told him stories
of the King, his son the Prince and service to the
“But…why did you…stop visiting?” Tom wanted to know as
Bilo sat him in a chair and poured him a glass of
wine. Two shocks in one day were taking its toll on
the young man.
“Owen heard me telling you stories of the Paris
companions and sent me away. He banned me from ever
seeing you again." Bilo handed him the wine and poured
himself one. “Only it was too late, the King had
approved my choice of you for his son, Chakotay.
Needless to say, we had to wait till you were of age
to arrange for you to be taken by the Prince.”
“Why me and not one of the cousins?” Tom took a big
gulp of wine nearly spilling it with his trembling
“None of them were good enough to be a Paris companion
like you. You fit the qualities the throne looks for
with your honesty, goodness and willingness to serve,”
Bilo remarked as he took a swallow of his own cup
aware that Chakotay was nearby and he needed Tom to be
aware of his upcoming responsibilities. The Prince
needed Tom since he was so fixated on him to keep the
rage under control that plagued the Maquis Royal line.
“Bullshit,” Tom snorted.
“Believe me, you are more than worthy. Owen was mostly
mad because I got picked and he didn’t. He wanted to
be in service for as long as I can remember as
children where as I wanted to run the estates and be a
manager. Shall I tell you the story of Maquis and the
Paris’, Tom?” Bilo sat back in the chair and watched
Tom’s interest perk up with the lifting of his
eyebrows. He seemed calmer and more in control of
himself as he nodded yes to the question.
“About fourteen or fifteen generations ago, the Maquis
line came to power over the throne becoming the new
Royal blood in our Kingdom. At the same time, the
Paris family were moving up in the ranks and starting
to become noticed by the upper echelons for their
military and administrative abilities.” He paused to
refill their glasses with some more wine. Tom’s head
began to buzz a little bit. “Within the next
generation, it was becoming apparent that there was
something wrong with the male Maquis in power. They
had been fighting for so long that the rage of battle
had become part of their nature. Since we were at
peace, the rage had nowhere to go or be diverted into
something else. The first Maquis King turned his rage
on his wife and killed her. What made it really bad
was that she was also pregnant with an unborn
daughter. Everyone agreed that something had to be
“Good Lord,” Tom sputtered. “What did they do?”
“They covered up the fact that the King had killed his
wife by saying she had had an accident. It wouldn’t
look good for the new King to be deemed a murderer and
mar the Maquis name. No one ever found out and it
became part of the Paris companion history. The Paris’
during this time were starting to attend court when
the King noticed Passer Paris.”
“Now the Maquis are very lusty lovers and they love
both men and women. King Kotapak soon had Passer as
his lover and for some reason seem to settle down
while Passer was at his side. In the meantime, another
wife was found for the King and they had three
children to continue the line. When the King felt his
rage coming on, he became focused on Passer staying
settled down. That was the start of the Paris
“As the generations passed it was found that having a
Paris nearby whether as a lover or not has kept the
rage at bay. Mainly, we advise, sooth and comfort the
King or Prince and sometimes we have become the power
behind the throne.” Bilo paused to wet his dry throat
with the rich red wine.
“Talk about being a fancy whore to the throne,” smart
mouth Tom said in disbelief. “I refuse to be a whore
Moving fast, Bilo back handed Tom so hard he fell over
backwards out of the chair spilling his wine all over
him. “You thick-headed little twit, this isn’t about
me or you or what we do for the throne, it’s about
keeping the peace and harmony for the Kingdom and the
people. Not what we want, but for the good of the land
and the Royal line who have kept the peace largely for
the last fifteen generations. I’m not about to let you
ruin all that work the Paris’ have done.”
Standing over the prone body, Bilo watched as the
pieces of the puzzle fell into place. Extending his
hand, he helped Tom to his feet. “I think I can
“You were stuck no matter what, Tom. Chakotay is
fixated on you that he can’t see straight sometimes.
There was no way he was going to let you go,” Bilo
said as he made to walk out.
“Where are you going? You just got here,” Tom cried
out. He wanted to know more.
“Back to my King. You’ll have to wing it from here,
Tom. Each Maquis has his own way of being handled by
his companion. Good luck to you and Chakotay,” Bilo
walked out of the tent, mounted a fresh horse and left
the camp followed by his escort of fresh guards.
Tom sighed and crawled back into his bedroll trying to
absorb and process all the stuff his uncle had told
him. The wine he had taken was making him sick to his
stomach, but his confusion was nearly gone.
When the tears finally came, he did not even try to
hold it in. The dark prince who was sitting just
outside the tent could hear the sobbing. Chakotay did
not know what to do. He wanted Tom to stay with him,
but if it was going to cause the blond this much
grief, maybe he should let him go.
The sobs were tearing at his heart and the next thing
Chakotay knew he was kneeling beside the bedroll
gathering the slim man into his arms. Tom buried his
face into the Prince’s neck flinging his arms around
the board shoulders seeking comfort. The Prince sat
there and let the younger man cry his heart out.
“I’m sorry, Tom. I never meant to cause you any
suffering,” Chakotay said softly as he kissed the top
of Tom’s head. Tears of his own were falling from his
dark eyes and landing on Tom’s cheek.
The tears of the Prince caused Tom to make up his mind
right then and there, but only if the Prince answered
one question for him the right way. If Chakotay had
real feelings for him, really cared for him, he could
do this in good conscience. If his father had taught
him one thing it was to accept his duty and
Tom looked up at the dark man holding him with hope in
his blue eyes; “Do you love me?”
“RAIDERS! The camp is under attack, Chakotay,” Donato
yelled as he drew his sword to protect his Prince from
the doorway of the tent.
Chakotay turned around pushing Tom behind him drawing
his own sword. Galloping horses and the battle cries
of the raiders tore through the camp while the
soldiers rallied together to fight them off.
“Don’t leave me helpless,” Tom shouted out swiftly
taking in the situation.
“Not a problem, babe,” the Prince used his sword and
chopped the chain on Tom’s ankle a mere three inches
from the anklet. “Stay with me, I need to get to the
“Right behind you,” Tom answered as he followed
Chakotay out of the tent and into the battle zone.
Slaying the raiders in front of him, Donato pushed the
dead off of his sword and joined his Prince as they
pushed to gather with the others.
Tom scooped up a sword sticking out of a dead raider
as they ran by. Shouts from the west side of the camp
indicated where the latest fighting was taking place.
Other soldiers and officers joined the group as they
saw their Prince heading into battle. No one
questioned Tom’s right to be by Chakotay’s side as the
next batch of raiders, about eight to ten, charged the
Swinging his sword and shouting his own battle cry,
Chakotay gave way to the rage that was in his blood.
Tom had never fought in a real battle before but he
was learning quickly that the raiders had no
hesitation about fighting dirty.
Donato pulled a raider from his horse killing the man
with his sword through the ribs. The horse kicked in
terror and caught the Captain in the thigh with one
back hoof. Both Tom and Chakotay heard the bone snap
and the yelp of pain as the man went down while the
horse ran off. Catching him, Tom drug Donato to a
nearby tent while the Prince and others formed a
protective circle around the men.
“Tom, behind you,” Donato said hoarsely as his hazel
eyes got wide.
As Tom twisted around and thrust his sword into the
enemy’s ribs, he saw Chakotay go down bellowing his
outrage. And then there was blood everywhere.
Everything went into slow motion as he dove to the
side of his Prince slashing and pushing the enemy out
of the way. Dark eyes filled with the pain of his
injuries locked onto the fear filled blue eyes.
Falling to his knees, Tom’s whole world focused solely
on the bronze man lying in front of him. He was
obvious to the fighting around him.
Blood was gushing from a deep slice to the Prince’s
left side just about his hip, but his eyes were locked
on Tom. Ripping his tunic, Tom wadded it up and put
pressure on the wound.
“Tom,” Chakotay hissed in between gasps of pain and
“Stay quiet, my Prince. We need to get this bleeding
stopped,” Tom ordered. He heard Donato yelling for one
of the field surgeons to attend to the Prince.
Chakotay fainted from the blood loss. The field
surgeon had to move Tom out of the way so they could
stitch their Prince up. He fought with them. Keening
his distress at the thought of leaving the injured man
caused a shout from Donato having the surgeons backing
off and letting Tom stay seated on the ground holding
Chakotay’s head in his lap.
The battle was over and the military won but only
marginally as the raiders had done extensive damage to
the camp. Twenty-three were dead and sixty-seven were
injured including the Prince.
With his thigh in a splint, Captain Donato took charge
of the camp and got things organized. Patrols were
doubled and a burial detail was established while
everyone else worked on repairing the camp and tending
to the injured. Donato was glad that relief troops
were due any day and they just needed to hang on until
The Prince was running a high fever and the wound had
become infected. Despite the danger to Chakotay’s
health, Donato was glad to see that Tom had stayed by
the Prince’s side and had refused all offers of help.
Tom preferred to take care of the Chakotay himself.
“Hot, too hot,” Chakotay whimpered trying to push the
blankets off. Cool hands captured his hot ones in an
effort to calm him. He felt coolness on his forehead
and soft words in his ear. “Easy, my Prince. You’re
not well. Sleep.”
“Tom, please, don’t leave me,” Pain filled dark eyes
opened for just a moment catching startled blue eyes.
The proud Prince begged in his delirium. “Please
stay.” A tear fell.
“I don’t know, Cha. You haven’t answered my question,
but I will ask again when you are well,” Tom kissed
the bronze cheek as tears of his own fell. Everything
would hinge on the Prince Chakotay’s answer.
Tom was so tired that he fell asleep while resting his
head on Chakotay’s chest. Broad arms pulled him into
the cot so he was lying beside the Prince. Chakotay
smiled up at Donato as the tucked of them both in.
“Go back to sleep, Chakotay,” Donato teased as he saw
the lustful look in the dark eyes.
Chakotay’s fever had broken a few hours ago and the
Maquis men were famous for their recovery time. The
big man just grinned at the Captain who left the tent
while the sleeping blond was having his clothes pulled
from his slim body.
Tom woke up and found Chakotay lying on top of him
with his cock buried to the hilt in his own ass that
made him feel full. His own body was betraying him as
desire coursed through his veins and he wiggled his
ass to entice the Dark Prince to move above him.
“Please,” Tom begged as he ran his hands over the
smooth dark skin of the Prince’s back. Chakotay loved
the touch of willing hands.
“I love you, Tom Paris. Will you stay with me?” There
was hope and fear of rejection in the soft dark eyes.
Tom felt his heart and mind lighten at the Prince’s
words. He could do this. “I will stay, Chakotay. I
will stay.” A pair of lips found his ending any more
“Let me show you the way home.” The Dark Prince did
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