Prisoners of Love [Rated R]

Loki had decided to take over and have some fun, nibbling at the back of Charis' neck.

Rokiri hid shyly behind Charis when one of the nicer guards did the cell check. He didn't mind the woman being there but he knew what would happen when she checked him. They usually looked at his wrists for any new cuts every so often.

The chestnut haired woman frowned and gently coaxed the albino out to look him over. After she did so, she carefully took Rokiri by the hand to led him out of the cell to the medical wing of the prison.

Rokiri struggled a tiny bit but then settled, deciding he should be grateful that he didn't get one of the cruel guards.

Charis whined in the back of his throat when Rokiri was taken from him, but the guards turned a blind eye. One told him he should even be grateful that they weren't removing him from the cell. "Kiri..." he whined, snuggling Loki.

"Mmm....why'd they take him away...?" Loki asked, rubbing against Charis.

"Because he cut himself and they have to put him on medication," Charis whined, his voice hitching with a gasp as Loki rubbed up against him. "Mmmnn."

Loki sighed slightly, continuing to rub up against the other boy. He seemed to be wanting sex, for once, which was odd. "I'm horny..." Loki muttered, opening his red eyes.

Charis purred, aparently forgetting his distress from the loss of Rokiri. "Good," he said predatorily.

"But.. you arn't forcing me around this time~" Loki said with a growl, biting down gently on Charis' neck as he continued to grind.

"I only force people when they won't give it," Charis said cheerfully, pinning Loki down and grinding against him.

Loki pouted slightly, though an apparent smirk was at the corner of his lips. "Thats not....what I meant.." He growled again, wrapping his legs around Charis' waist.

Charis kissed Loki, bruisingly hard, and ran a hand under Loki's shirt. "And what did you mean?"

Loki couldn't help but shiver, "W-what I meant.. was I'm going to force my way...". With a cheshire like grin, the boy shifted his weight and 'sat up' before forcing Charis onto the bed, thereby topping him.

Charis nearly sat up in surprise. "H-hey! What are you doing!?" He didn't want anyone but Kiri to top him. He'd already lost his chance at Loki's first time, he wasn't going to let this happen.

"Oh what? You want to top me after I had such a horrific thing happen to me? No way uh-uh..." Loki growled, placing a few butterfly kisses along Charis' neck, apparently having learned some things from his... 'experiance'.

Charis gasped despite himself, arching into the kisses, even as he tried to protest. "Loki! No!"

Rokiri returned from his treatment, still feeling loopy from the drugs. As he approached the cell, his eyes widened. All he could see was Loki's red eyes and black hair. His lips curled into a snarl, wasting no time running into the cell with a knife in his hand.

"Get away from him, father! Charis is mine!"

Loki had stopped what he was doing when he heard Rokiri, though what he had said had made no sense to him. "W-what...?" He blinked a few times, legs still wrapped around Charis.

"Kiri!" Charis cried out. "You're back!" And then he saw the knife. "NO!"

"I said get away from him!" Rokiri hissed, shedding tears at the same time as he blindly swung the knife. He stabbed Loki in the stomach, repeating the motion as he sobbed.

"Leave him alone... Charis didn't do anything."

Loki's eyes went wide as he was stabbed the first time, being forced backwards as the wind was knocked out of him from the stab. As it continued, he grabbed Rokiris arm. "S...Stop!" He cried out, his strength quickly vanishing.

"ROKIRI!" Charis screamed, trying to shove them apart. "STOP IT! STOP IT!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, panicking as blood splattered onto him. For the first time, he screamed, "GUARD!"

Rokiri stopped, breathing heavily and whimpered, shrinking to the floor, holding his head.

Loki was sprawled across the bed, blood leaking from the rather large gash in his stomach. Every once in awhile he'd cough, some blood coming up as well. He couldn't stay as Loki, so Thor was forced back, his colors changing to normal though when it did it wasn't pretty.

Thor cringed from the pain, tears streaming from his eyes. He wanted to curl up but couldn't. It hurt.

A guard came to separate the three of them, taking Thor to the hospital and Charis back to solitary. This time he went quietly, whimpering.

Rokiri whimpered, reaching out for Charis and flinched when one of the guards smacked him away. He was put in restraints for the rest of the day, beaten up by the guards to intimidate him from causing any more trouble. They knew that the albino was afraid of getting beaten for some reason but they couldn't care less why.