Mark sat at the dinning hall table listening to his father nattering on and on about his latest conquest, he had been at it, for over 3 hours. But Mark listened patiently and took a long drink of his wine.

"I tell you, that this was the best raid I've had in years," His father says smiling, "But I did come here for a reason. I brought you a gift."

Mark raised an eye brow, " Really father, but I really don't need anymore vases I have a hundreds of them now."

"No no, not a vase, something better," His father chuckled, signaling his guard.

The door opened and two guards marched into the room. One is carrying a squirming rug.

"A Moving rug," Mark says sarcastically, "Interesting."

"Mark," His father chides, "Just watch."

The guard sets the rugs on the ground and pushed it with his left foot, so that it unravels tossing a small boy to the floor. Mark stands and walks around the table to get a better view.

A mass of black curly hair covers the boy's face. He was lean, lightly muscled, but still has the perfect amount of baby fat, to make him to adorable. His thin wrists where bound together by delicate golden cuffs those where the only coverings he has on him. Mark squatted beside him, and gently raised the boys head to look at his face. A pair of soft Chocolate brown eyes captured Mark's emerald eyes. The eyes then averted and the boys full lips trembled.

"Well who do we have here?" Mark asked softly.

"The prince of Aldora," Mark father replied, "We caught him when he tried to escape. He killed a guard, let me tell you that little boy can fight."

Mark smirked, "I doubt that."

Mark gently took the boys arm and pulled him up. His eyes swept the boys frame, and the boy trembled and tried to cover himself up, only to have his hands slapped away.

"Your name boy," Mark asks, still looking at the boys thighs.

"S... s.. Sean," The boys stutters, trying to back up, only to find Mark's hold on his arm, unbreakable.

Sean begins to shake with mortification, when Mark gently trails a hand up the boy thigh, "Sean uh, well Sean your definitely an interesting gift."

Mark turns Sean around smiles with delight, until Sean suddenly brings his elbow up, and nails Mark in the ribs. When Mark releases him, to clutch his ribs, Sean bolted, and made it to the door, where a guard catches him around the waist. Sean kicks out with his feet, to no avail, only to be carried back to where Mark stood. He was forced to kneel in front of the big man. Tears started to stream down the boys face, as he shook with fear, and anger.

"Now now Mark, remember he's was a Prince just two days ago and he's only 18," Mark father chides, "He just needs to be trained, It'll give you something to do, like a hobby."

"I'll Train him," Mark hisses.

"Cool down first," His father states, then turns to the guards"Take the boy to Mark's room."

The guard bows and pulls Sean out of the hall. Mark rubs his chest and moves to sit down again.

"The little shit can hit," Mark grimaced.

"I said he killed a guard," His father replied, "And his people have a very interesting fighting technique. In fact I haven't seen it, sense we where cut off from Earth, when I was young. It's called Martial Arts."

His father remembered when Euphoria was first cut off from Earth. No one knew why the people of Earth abandoned Euphoria, was it that Earth died or did something else happen. Who knows, but after that happened, the leaders of the different groups created monarchies that now rule Euphoria and war with each other endlessly. Mark's father's kingdom Sheelin, is particularly militaristic and his father is regularly going to war. Mark now though has his own kingdom Death Valley. Marks father regularly brought Mark slaves from his raids, but it's the first time Mark had ever been given a Prince.

Mark felt himself becoming aroused at the thought of the shaking body that was no doubt curled up on his bed or in a corner. He couldn't wait to claim it, wait maybe he had a better idea. He had bigger plans for Sean.

Mark's father finally left an hour later and Mark couldn't help, but sigh. Finally he had a moments peace, and he moved to sit in the library and relax in a easy chair. Thankfully, when people came from earth to colonize this planet, they brought with them some luxuries and they planted earths native foods, and animals. They also built power plants and sewage systems, they evidently tried to make it similar to Earth. Mark sipped his scotch and tried to think of what to do with this child now that it was his. A Knock at the door roused him from his thoughts and Shane McMahon strolled into the room and flops down in a chair.

"Hey Mark," Shane greets the bigger man sitting in the chair next to him.

"Hi Shane," Mark says, wondering why Shane's chosen now, to visit.

"I come baring glad tidings, as the old ones would say" Shane smirks, "Your brother is back."

"Damn," Mark groans, "Wait, how do you know."

"He burnt down a section of my castle," Shane replies, looking at the fire, "He wanted to show me a new trick and set a tapestry on fire. I didn't mind, but my Sister threw a hissy fit. Mind you it was hers and it was in her bedroom ... while she was in bed."

"Couldn't happen to a nicer lady," Mark smirks, "lets see, that means I have two days with luck three days to fire proof this place."

"Well you could always use those ugly things your dad gave you, fill them with water and put them around the castle," Shane suggests.

"That is an idea" Mark says in thought, "maybe Kane will hit the vases."

"You can hope," Shane states, "I was just on my way back from taking care of some family business, and thought I should drop in and warn you. I'll drop by tomorrow to handle the trade negotiations"

"Alright," Mark sighs, "Thanks, Shane."

Shane nods and Mark watches him leave the library. Mark then stands and heads out of the library, towards his room. His head guard Paul is standing out side of Mark's bedroom, and he eyes him questioningly.

"He nailed the last guard where it hurts and now no one wants to be near him," Paul explains.

Mark groans, "This is going to be harder then I thought."

Paul opens the door to allow Mark in.

Mark walks into his room expecting to find Sean cowering in a corner. That's not what he got. Sean is standing in the middle of the room, brandishing a lamp over his head like a club. Mark signals Paul, who was about to attack the boy, to stay behind him and carefully moves forward.

"What are you doing," Mark asks calmly.

"Your not touching me," Sean hisses.

Sean backs up against the wall and Mark stays with him, keeping just enough distance between them, to avoid the lamp, should it come crashing down.

"Put the lamp down," Mark orders.

"Stay away from me," Sean barks back, "I'll hurt you if I have too."

Mark finally steps forward, seeing no other choice, and Sean brings the lamp down towards his head. Mark dodges the lamp, grabs Sean's wrist before he can attempt a second swing and wrenches the Lamp from his grasp. Sean lets out a cry of despair, and sinks to the floor. Paul takes the lamp and puts it back in it's rightful place, on the night stand.

"Should I have him beaten," Paul asks, and he bends to plug the lamp back in.

Sean lets out a shriek at that and crawls into a corner.

"No," Mark sighs and puts his one hand on his forehead and the other waves towards the closet, "just get the chain out of the closet."

Paul nods and walks out of the room, returning with a set of golden shackles, but between the shackles is a long golden chain, that can reach almost every corner of the room. Paul locks on shackle around the bed post and then hands the other to Mark.

"Come here boy," Mark orders, but Sean remains in the corner, "What do I have to train you like my hunting dogs? .... Paul if you don't mind."

Paul goes to the corner pulls Sean to his feet and drags him to stand in front of Mark.

"Raise your leg," Mark orders.

Sean refuses and Mark lands a resounding smack on his thigh, causing Sean to yelp in pain.

"Raise your leg," Mark asserts.

Sean raises it and Mark places the shackle around Sean's ankle and locks it in place.

"Now," Mark sighs, "I'm going to bed, it's close to midnight and I think we should start fresh in the morning."

Paul nods and leaves the room shutting the door behind him. Mark strips and climbs into bed. He looks at Sean, who is still standing where he left him.

"Coming," Mark asks holding up the blankets.

Sean shakes his head and Mark snorts, "Fine, but remember it's the beginning of Spring and the fire won't last for long."

Sean moves to a corner and sits down, resting his forehead on his knees.

Mark shakes his head, "Fine, but if you change your mind, you have to ask to join me."

Mark knew that he wouldn't fall asleep anytime soon, he knew though that the child wouldn't join him until he was cold. Finally around 1am after the fire had died out, Sean stood and walked to the bed, and kneeled in front of Mark.

"P ... Please Master," Sean asked, as he shivered, "May I join you?"

The darkness cover Mark smirk, and he spoke clearly, "Yes you may."

He moved back and the child climbed into bed. Mark spooned up to him and the boy offered no resistance, but Mark drew back a little.

"You freezing," Mark proclaims.

He turns the boy around and holds him close hoping to warm him. Sean's whole body fells like an ice cube and his lips are have a slight tint of blue to them. He snuggles closer to Mark seeking the warmth of Marks body. Mark grins he's won this round, and he rubs the boys back, lulling him into a sleep and soon follows him.

Mark wakes to find the child still snuggled close to him and he glows with triumph. He runs his hand through Sean's raven locks and tries to think up the next round. He finally figures it out and gently moves Sean. Sean lets out a whimper of protest, but curls up into a ball on the other side of the bed. Mark stands pulling on some clothing and checks out breakfast in the main dinning hall. Porridge, some fruit, toast, some orange juice and coffee are all set out. A servant walks in, with a small bowl of brown sugar and a pitcher of milk and smiles at Mark.

"Why all of this," Mark inquires.

"Shane is due to arrive within the hour, to handle the trade negotiations, because he has to make a trip to Toltallia today," Marks chief adviser replies from behind him.

"right, It must have slipped my mind." Mark sighs.

"Should I take the boy's food to your room, sir," the servant asks.

Mark suddenly smiles and shakes his head, "No he'll eat with us."

Mark then turns and head back to his room. Sean is still curled up, and sound asleep. Mark gently pulls back the covers and unlocks the shackle around Sean's ankle. He then picks Sean up and carries him, back to the dinning room. He sits with Sean in his lap and sips his coffee. Sean curls his head into Marks chest and sleeps on obliviously. Soon Shane arrives and is directed to the dinning room. Shane walks and stares at Sean, with his mouth a gap.

"That's the Prince of Aldora," Shane declares.

"Uh huh," Mark states, nodding his head and toying with one of Sean's locks of hair.

"But.."

"My father," Mark states.

"Oh," Shane says understanding right away.

Shane sits beside Mark and his servant brings him papers. Sean begins to stir and Mark puts his coffee down and locks both arms around Sean. Sean opens his eyes and looks up at Mark and then around, hoping that the last few days where a dream. When he started to wake up he felt warm and safe, and hoped he was back home. Now as he looks around, he sees strangers, and Shane. Sean stiffens and looks at himself noticing he still has no clothing on. He moves to get up and run, but Mark holds him tight.

"L.."

"Hush," Mark orders, quickly pressing a piece of toast into Sean's mouth, "and eat your breakfast."

Sean finishes the piece quickly and start to protest, again, but Mark shoves and another piece of toast in his mouth. Sean eyes dart around and look of humiliation is apparent on his face. Mark though continues on with breakfast, feeding Sean every other bite. The only thing Sean is grateful for, is that the table covers his lap, so Shane doesn't quite see everything. The other three men, go headlong into the negotiations, and Sean sits quietly eating and drinking what Mark offers him. Finally breakfast is done and the table is cleared. The negotiations finally finish not long after and Shane shakes Mark's hand.

"Well Mark," Shane says smiling, "I think my father will

agree with me, and I'll return the papers tomorrow."

"Thank you," Mark says, "I'll see you then."

Shane nods and looks at Sean once more, who isn't paying attention and leaves. Mark's advisor stands and excuses himself and leaves. Mark looks down at Sean, and opens his arms so Sean can get up.

Sean stands and storms out of the dinning hall, "You asshole! How dare you."

"Excuse me, but who's the master here," Mark barks fallowing Sean.

Sean flings open a door and enters a smaller hall that holds all the vases, that Mark's father gave him. He picks up the nearest one and chucks it at Mark as soon as he enters the room.

"You are a bastard. I hate you," Sean continues to rant and throw vases towards Mark.

Mark smirks when he notices, except for the first one, Sean hasn't even tried to hit him.

" 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, Whoa a little too close, 6," Mark counts with a grin, until he abruptly yells, "WAIT. Not that one."

Sean looks at the delicate crystal vase in his hand, "Why not?"

"It's the only pretty one we have," Mark replies simply, "My mother gave me that one."

Sean looks at him like he grew a second head and then puts it to the side and picks up another vase and smashes it. Finally Sean gives in and collapses onto the floor, exhausted from his tantrum. A clearing of a throat turns Marks attention to the door, where his Dad is standing.

"What happened," His father asks, looking around, at the pieces of glass.

"He threw a temper tantrum," Mark states nonchalantly, pointing to Sean, who is sitting in the middle of the mess.

"Oh," his father says cheerfully, "Don't worry I have a whole cart load outside. They're earthen ware and stone ware. They maybe a little harder for him to break."

"Gee thanks Dad," Mark stay feigning a smile and shooting a glare at Sean, when he suppresses a laugh.

"Your mother told me to tell you," His father says rolling his eyes, trying to sound serious, "Its high time you got married."

Mark groans, " And who am I suppose to marry?"

"Matt or Jeff Hardy?"

"If I marry one I get the other, Twice the trouble."

"Chyna?"

"I make it a rule not to get involved with someone that could beat me up."

"Edge or Christian?"

"Edge is more concerned about his teeth, then who he's going to marry and Christian has seen more action then you have, and I don't mean in battle."

"Well you better make up your mind," His father says as he leaves, "She's threatening to set you up with Test."

Mark shudders and yells to his father, "have you ever thought about why they call him Test."

His father just leaves, and Mark sighs. Oh well there's nothing he can do about it now.

Mark's the only one wearing boots, so he strides through the shattered pieces of vase and picks Sean, up, throwing him over his shoulder and carries him back into the dinning hall. He also sends a maid to clean up the room. He plops Sean down on a chair.

"Well are you done," Mark asks, looking at the Sean sternly, while in the back of his mind he's thankful some of the vase where broke.

Sean nods and ducks his head. Mark tries to think of a suitable punishment and then a thought comes to him and he sends a maid to go get something.

"As Punishment for that little tantrum of yours," Mark says looking down at Sean, "Your going to scrub the dinning hall floor."

"What," Sean squeaks.

The maid runs back and hands Mark the bucket and scrub brush. Mark takes Sean by the arm to a corner and points to the floor.

"Get going," Mark states, giving him a smack on the ass to get him going.

Sean growls something under his breath as he takes the brush and gets on his hands and knees and starts to scrub. The only break he gets, is at lunch and Mark feeds him some soup and sandwiches. Mark watches Sean scrub intently, and becomes aroused at the sight of Sean on his hands and knees. Finally it's dinner time and Sean is only half way done. Mark walks over and picks him up and sits with him at the dinner table.

"Do, I ever get to feed myself," Sean asks, without any malice sore and tired from today.

"No," Mark asserts feeding him, his dinner.

Dinner is finally finished and Sean lets out a yawn. Mark catches it and stands him up and leads him to his bathroom, where a full tub awaits them. Sean looks at it curiously, until Mark picks him up and drops him in it.

Sean lets out a yelp, and splashes around for a sec, trying to keep from slipping under. He finally settles down, and allows the hot water to sooth his sore muscles. He relaxes a little and Mark kneels beside the tub, picking up a cloth.

Sean backs up as much as the tub will let him and states firmly, "Don't you dare."

Mark looks at him with amusement more than anything, "oh and you'll do what to me if I do?"

Sean looks around, and ha can't find any weapons, so he sighs in defeat, "You're an asshole you know."

Mark holds the soap, "I'll wash your mouth out, if you don't watch your mouth."

Sean closes his mouth and submits to the treatment. The feel of Marks hands on his skin though make his groining tingle. He can't admit it, but he is attracted to Mark, and every time Mark holds him he feels warm and safe. But he can't be feeling this now, he has to think of a way to get away. His kingdom needs him. He...

Mark's hand finds Sean's semi erect member and his grins, "What do we have here?"

Sean turns away and blushes. Mark though cups his jaw and brings his head around.

"Is this for me?" Mark says sweetly, "I'm delighted my sweet."

Sean looks at the big man timidly and shivers, when Mark strokes down his member. Mark then picks Sean up, runs a towel over him and carried him into the bedroom. He lays Sean on the bed and crawls over him.

Sean looks around nervously and scared. Mark gently strokes Sean's hair to reassure him.

"You're a virgin aren't you,"Mark asks softly.

Sean nods, and looks at Mark erect sex and trembles at the thought of where that was suppose to go.

"Shh It's ok," Mark soothes, "I won't hurt you."

Mark then captures his lips and he runs his hands down Sean's chest. Sean gasps at the sensation, and Mark uses that opportunity to snake his tongue into the Sean's mouth. Sean gasps softly, before giving in. Mark's tongue gently explored Sean's mouth, he started with the top of the mouth teasing it, making Sean squirm, then he went as deep as he could, gently feeling the back of Sean's mouth. Mark pulls away, laying gentle kisses down Sean jaw and neck, while he runs his hands along Sean's chest and stomach, just savoring the feel of the skin. Unable to control himself any longer, Mark leans over and tastes Sean's one nipple, swirling his tongue around the nipple while sucking it and Sean groans softly, and arches up just a little bit. Mark smiles, as he moves to the other nipple. He nips it gently, and then soothes the bite mark with his tongue. Sean closes his eyes, and feels the swilling of emotions and pleasure in himself.

Mark begins mouthing lower and nipping at his belly. He then nuzzles Sean's erect shaft and Sean squirms. Mark then engulfs the head and curls his tongue around the head of Sean's cock. Sean groans, cupping the back of Marks head. Mark then grins and takes Sean right down into his throat. Sean falls back against the bed and grabbing the sheets. Mark begins sucking, running his tongue along the shaft. Mark stops for a second and wets a finger throughly and coaxes Sean's legs up. Sean lets out a soft scream as the finger brushes over then entrance. Then is light enters it as his head bobs in a smooth motions. Sean's groans only entice him to move faster. Mark stops short of Sean coming and Sean groans in protest.

He strips throwing the clothes on the floor and then kisses Sean, as he grabs the lube. He gently spreads Sean's legs and coats two fingers. Sean lets out a gasp as a finger enters him and Mark kisses him. Sean returns the kiss, coaxing Mark's tongue into his mouth. Another finger joins the first and Mark prepares him throughly, not wanting to hurt Sean and make his first a pleasurable experience. He moves the fingers in and out, and stretches him gently, and adding a third finger, before he's done. Finally Mark withdraws his fingers and Sean feels the head of Mark cock at his entrance. His whimpers as pain like fire cuts through him as Mark slowly and carefully enters him.

Mark kisses Sean lovingly, "Shh, I know baby."

Mark enters fully, and keeps still, as Sean adjusts. Slowly the pain subsides and Sean relaxes. Mark looks down and Sean nods. Sean lets out a soft cry as Mark begins to move and pleasure takes over. Sean groans become louder as Mark thrusts. Mark keeps a slow and steady pace, keeping Sean from coming. Soon Sean's head is thrashing from side to side and he's begging. Mark reaches down and strokes Sean's member and speeds up. With in seconds Sean comes with a cry. The tightening of Sean's muscles is Mark's undoing and he comes with a shout of triumph.

Mark collapses onto his elbows, and gently kisses Sean, allowing his breathing to return to normal. Sean Wraps his arms, around Mark, nuzzling into his chest. Mark rolls over, taking Sean with him, so Sean's laying on top of him.

"You alright," Mark asks, as he caresses Sean's ass.

"Yah," Sean says dreamily, then sounding more level headed, "I'm a little sore though."

"You'll feel better in the morning," Mark soothes.

Sean nuzzles into Mark's chest and soon falls into a deep sleep.

Sean wakes to the sound of two voices talking. He stirs and hears a distinct clinking, that means he is chained back to the bed. He opens his eyes to find Mark no where in the bed. He sits up and searches the room, feeling for some reason scared. Maybe because since he had arrived here, Mark was always close by. Sean looks around and sees Mark and a man in a red mask, sitting in front of the fire, in comfortable high back chairs. Sean relaxes and sinks back into the bed, listening to the conversation.

"Mother is trying to set me up on blind dates, she's absolutely desperate for me to get married," Mark sighs, "Kane she's really become obsessive about this."

Kane looks thoughtful before speaking, his voice raspy, but you can understand it, "I really don't want those people in the family, then I have to put up with them."

"You have to put up with them," Mark states, "I'll be married to one of them."

"Isn't he a prince," Kane asks pointing to the bed.

Mark looks at Sean, who looks pointedly back at him.

"Yah but.."

Sean suddenly blurts out, "But what, I'm a prince."

Mark looks at him and beckons him over to where their sitting. Sean interested in why, he's being included in this conversation, moves over and allows himself to be pulled into Mark's lap.

Kane looks at Sean and nods, "Tell Mom that you've fallen in love with him and you're going to marry him. But you want to be engaged for a year to see if it'll work."

Mark smiles, "That would work as long as I let her plan the wedding."

Kane nods, "She'll be happy, and too busy planning the wedding too poke her nose in my affairs, father will be happy, because she'll shut up and leave him alone, I'll be happy because my boyfriend is safe and I guess you'll be happy, because mother is off your back. Good plan."

"And me," Sean pipes up.

"You don't have a choice," Kane replies simply.

"Besides, it's not like you have plans for the next year," Mark replies, "and it's not like you wouldn't be here."

Sean glares at them, but lays his head on Mark shoulder, snuggling closer.

Suddenly the door busts open and a tall blond man, followed by a blond and braided haired man, storm into the room.

"I've come for my brother!" barks the blond in front.

Sean looks up and calls out, "Hunter!"

Hunter looks at Sean and holds open his arms, "Sean, are you ok?"

Sean climbs out of Mark's arms and runs into Hunter's arms, "I'm ok."

"I'll says so," The blonds behind Hunter says, looking over Sean's naked body.

"Billy," Hisses the braided man.

"But Jesse, look at him," Billy whines, "He running about naked, I can't help it."

Hunter glares at Billy, "Hold your tongue, that is my brother your talking about."

Hunter then looks at Mark over Sean shoulder. Mark is standing looking this scene with confusion written on his face. Kane is standing looking at them too, but his expression is unreadable.

"Are you ready to leave," Hunter asks Sean, never taking his eyes off Mark.

Sean suddenly shakes his head, "I'm not going."

"WHAT!!" All of them shriek at the same.

"Where else do I get to sit around, be a brat, throw tantrums and not get into trouble," Sean asks.

Hunter shakes his head, "Not with me."

"Exactly," Sean states, "Dad would have had me beaten black and blue for what I've done, and Mark had me wash a floor. Besides Mark is great in bed."

"Sean," Hunter barks, "To much info."

Sean smirks, and looks back at Mark, who is still confused.

"Well do you want him, because I'm leaving in 5 minutes," Hunter states, looking at Mark.

"WHAT THE HELL!" comes a screech from behind Hunter and Sean.

Mark's mother enters the room looking at the people there, behind her is Test, decked out in his finest, and Mark's father. Mark groans and looks at Kane.

"Mark what is going on here," His mother asks, "I brought Test here, for a lunch and I see this. Your not making a good impression."

Mark looks at his mother and smiles, "Sean's, brother just came to congratulate him."

"For what," Asks his father, smirking knowingly.

"On the engagement," Mark state nonchalantly, "We're to be married in a year."

Mark's mother lets out a shriek that everyone swore broke a few windows. She hugs Mark and then turns to Sean and stops looking at him.

"Your marrying that little naked boy," His mother asks.

Mark nods, and Sean is pulled closer to Hunter.

Mark mother shrugs, "Oh well it's better then you staying single."

Mark sighs and nearly collapses, he then looks at Hunter and says calmly, "I also promised at as a wedding present that Hunter would get back Aldora."

Mark Fathers jaw drops," WHAT!"

"Father if you don't we'll be back at war, and I'll have to stay single the rest of my life," Mark sighs and whispers in his fathers ear, "And you'll never hear the end of it. Or would you prefer one of those as your son in law."

Mark father suddenly smiles and hugs Sean close, "Hunter, your now a king, and Sean welcome to the family."

Hunter looks at Mark and then mouths thank you to him.

Finally everything calms a little and they all head to the dinning hall, leaving Mark and Sean alone.

"I want to thank you," Sean says quietly, "For giving Hunter back Aldora."

"No problem," Mark says, pulling Sean into his lap as he sits on the bed.

"I don't know if your serious about this marriage thing or not, but um I'm willing to give it a try," Sean says , burrowing his head into Mark's chest as if, scared of rejection.

Mark freezes and pulls Sean's chins so he's looking at him, "Why?"

"Because well," Sean says looking away, "I feel safe when I'm with you, warm and that maybe I'm in love with you."

"Sweets," Mark says softly, "We've been together for not even two days, how can you be sure."

"I'm not," Sean says sound mature, "But this year together we'll find out."

Mark smiles and pulls Sean close, "well Sweets, I think we better find you some clothes."