Prisoners of Love [Rated R]

"Don't leave me!" Charis whined again, nuzzling close. "I want you."

Rokiri nuzzled back, rubbing over Charis' chest. "Right here? In the hall?"

"Anywhere," Charis whimpered. "As long as you don't leave me."

"I won't... I won't leave this place unless you're coming with me." Rokiri opened Charis' shirt and licked his nipples softly.

"A-ahh," he whined, arching under the touch. "All of us!" he meant Thor and Loki too. He wanted them all.

Speaking of Loki and Thor, a guard started to run down the hallway in the direction of the hospital wing. "Code 4 code 4! We have an unstable patient in the hospital!" Another guard shouted over a walkie talkie.

In the room, Thor was screaming at the top of his lungs as he was shoved into the corner of the small room, a knife being held up to his throat by the nurse who was supposed to get him into a stable physical condition.

"I'm sure we could all get out of here..." Rokiri nursed on Charis' nipples, rubbing his cock through his pants. "But you'd have to trust my sister."

Charis looked over at Ciara, frowning, but hummed at what Rokiri was doing. "Fine," he growled.

Then he saw the guards running.

Rokiri continued the treatment, watching the guards out of the corner of his eye as he slid Charis' pants down. "I wonder what their hurry is..."

It didn't take long for the nurse to know that the guards were coming, so she dropped the knife and pulled up an act. "He came at me with the knife!" The nurse yelled as the guards came into the room.

Seeing as they were the mean guards, they ended up tazoring Thor, causing the boy to collapse onto the floor. "We need to get him into solitary. Now." One guard said before another grabbed a straight jacket. With the help of another guard, they started to haul Thor off to solitary confinement.

"Th-thor," Charis muttered helplessly, too preoccupied with sex.

Rokiri stopped, frowning and went after Thor, promising to finish off Charis later. He needed their help.

Charis flopped backward, clearly displeased by this particular turning of events. Sighing, he used his hand to finish himself off quickly before getting up to follow, washing his hands off in a bathroom.

The guards payed no attention to Rokiri seeing as they needed to Get the unconcious Thor into solitary. "You'd think a kid this young wouldn't have done something so bad..." One guard said as he started to walk backwards so that he and the other guard could put the boy into the padded room.

"Yeah..but he and his lawyer said that it was what his parents did to him. Weird though, the family did seem happy." The other guard said before setting Thor down on the floor. Once they did that they both left and locked the door, all of the 10 locks clicking once the door was shut.

Rokiri waited until the guards were gone, trying to pick the lock with a lock pick borrowed from Ciara. He didn't know why he was still so loyal to Thor even though the other boy hated him since the accident happened.

But he couldn't help it. It might've been the fact that Rokiri didn't have any friends up until this point which made Thor dear to him or something completely different. Whatever the reason, the albino knew he had to help him.

One guard did in fact come back, though he was utterly amused at Rokiri's attempt in trying to free Thor. "Thats not going to work."

Rokiri snarled a little and kept trying. "It will work, I'm not going to abandon my friend."

"No. It won't. Stop now if you really want to save him. Many have tried before. Besides, it's best for the boy to have some alone time with his real self." The guard said before walking off, seemingly knowing a bit too much about Thor than he should.

"And what would you know about him? You guards don't care about us... If we're actually innocent or not." Rokiri rambled, not caring if he looked foolish.

Tears stung at his eyes. He was fed up with this place. He wanted to go home with his sister and Charis. But he wasn't about to abandon Thor. He still cared about him.

Inside of solitary, Thor was still unconscious but breathing. He was lucky enough that the guards didn't tear open the stitches that the doctors had given him though they would most likely stay in until his next visit to the hospital wing.

'Loki...what ever happened to the real Thor..? You know..the one that ended up creating us?'

'He's still here...but because we take up too much of his mental space he locked himself away.'

'Loki, isn't there at least one video of the parental units hurting us? I mean.. I know the original Thor put a video camera in his hat a few times and got some of his punishment..'

'We can't get it as evidence unless someone out there can help us.. and no one can.'

Rokiri finally pried the door open. He was strong when he wanted to be. The albino carefully approached Thor so he didn't startle him, kneeling down on the floor to make himself less intimidating.

"Thor darling?"

His body was still in an unconscious state while his mind played. The boys eyes open but showing no color as if the life had been drained out of him. Thor was somewhat sprawled on the floor, laying on his side facing the door, a small pool of drool near his mouth.

Rokiri softened his eyes and slowly sat Thor up, holding him close to his chest as he rocked him gently. "You poor thing... What did they do to you?"

'Loki what do we do? If we stay like this...then We'll die! I don't want to die..'

'Calm down...we can't do anything yet... the drugs that that nurse gave us won't let us do anything... we're stuck like this untill they wear off'

Thor's body was limp, much like a rag dolls. His body wasn't able to keep up with the various drugs he had been given, the chemicals mixing and causing his body to just run on its own, as if he was in a coma.

"I'm taking you out of here. Don't worry, everything will be fine." Rokiri cradled Thor's body to his own as he stood up, taking off his shirt then wrapped it around the boy to keep him warm as he sneaked away from the room to meet up with Ciara and Charis.