Prisoners of Love [Rated R]

"Thor!" Charis chirped happily when he saw them. Then his face fell dramatically. "What'd they do!?"

"It's the drugs, Charis darling. He'll be like this until they wear off." Rokiri guessed, given Thor's condition.

He half smiled at Charis then pulled him into his arms carefully, not wanting to drop Thor. "I'm sorry I rushed off like that but Thor needed us."

'We really need to get out of here...this treatment will end up killing us within a year if this keeps up....Not to mention I don't think I'll be able to hold back the urge of killing someone...'

'Loki...'

Thor's eyes were still open, their color still faded. His breath was soft and slow, his heart pace was abnormally fast though. The second chemical the nurse had given him was the main problem.

Rokiri looked down at Thor concernedly, stroking his face. "We should get him to a real hospital...Now."

Ciara nodded in agreement, motioning for the boys to follow her through the vent system that she had used to sneak into the jail in the first place.

Rokiri followed his twin and urged Charis to come with them.

Charis frowned at Ciara and then followed. He wasn't going to be alone and he wasn't going to stay here without his lovers.

Once outside, Ciara broke into a run to escape the search lights.

Rokiri followed in suit and looked back to make sure Charis was with them. Unfortunately, he only had two pairs of arms so he couldn't carry both his lover and Thor.

Charis sprinted with them, taking in deep gulps of fresh air. He hadn't been outside in so long.

Rokiri smiled, extending his hand for Charis to hold while he held Thor in his other arm. Sure, he couldn't carry them both but Charis could hold his hand to keep in better stride.

Charis laughed and kept up with them both. "We're almost free."

"We're not out yet, Charis darling. Keep your voice down." Rokiri whispered, taking his hand as they ran.

Charis nodded and smiled, sealing a hand over his mouth for a second before going back to running

Rokiri winced as a sudden pain shot through his body but kept pushing forward. They weren't far from the gate now. All they needed to do was to climb it and they'd be free.

Charis grabbed hold of Thor, "I'll carry him"

"No, I can do it. Trust me..." Rokiri numbed out the soreness temporarily and called upon his hidden strength to get him the rest of the way to the gate.

"But...but..." Charis whined before just scrambling over the gate to freedom.

Rokiri climbed over the gate with some help from his sister, taking a breather now that they were out of range.

Ciara held Thor carefully to give her twin a break, trying to think of what hospitals were nearby in the area.

Charis flopped backward onto the ground, for once not caring that he was getting dirty at all

Thor coughed sevearly for a minute or two, some blood coming out of his mouth as his brows furrowed. His eyes were now slightly closed, though it was obvious that he was still badly drugged.

Rokiri laughed heartily, nearly forgetting what it was like to laugh. He hadn't done it since his mother was alive and he was still on the outside.

He scooped up Charis and twirled him around, kissing him deeply. "We're free!"

Thor continued to cough, the ammount of blood coming up increased. It seemed as if his condition was getting worse.

Charis kissed Rokiri for a moment before dropping to his knees to look at Thor. "He's bleeding a lot!!"

Rokiri perked up at that and frowned, going over to look at Thor. "Yes, he is." The albino looked up at his twin. "Ciara, we need to keep going. Thor could die at this rate."

"I know, I know... There's a hospital nearby our house but it's a few blocks away from here. Unfortunately, that's the only one I can think of." Ciara replied.

"Well, we can make it if we hurry, give Thor back to me." Rokiri was determined to deliever Thor to the hospital despite being injured himself. He wouldn't let him die.

As his sister handed the boy back to him with the ought most care, he looked down at his friend. "This is my fault... Getting him proper medical treatment is the only way I can make up for my mistake. I'll be damned if I'm going to let him die!"

Charis frowned at Rokiri and scooped Thor into his own arms. "Don't be an ass. He's mine to carry!" he teased.

"But it's my fault. I should do it." Rokiri replied, wincing as he put a hand to his side.

"Stop that. You're hurt and need to relax... Let your boyfriend carry him." Ciara said gently.

Charis growled and cradled Thor. "Which way?"