Prisoners of Love [Rated R]

Charis whined, "Now!" Unhappily, he leaned back, nuzzling against Rokiri.

Rokiri stroked Charis' hair, nuzzling back. "She's right, darling. It's better to come up with a plan first."

Charis sighed unhappily and then childishly whined, "We promised him." They'd been so close to freedom and then they'd gone to the next room and this had happened

[one month later]

It had only been a month sense they had tried to escape from the prison, though Thor was the only one dragged back because he was due back in court soon. The prison kept up their routine with keeping the boy in a condition that would keep him alive, not healthy, so he would be able to make the court date. Little did they know, Thor was plotting the prisons demise as he leaned against the cold stone wall of the sitting area for visits that was the prisoners side.

He had been dragged out of solitary so he could hear people speak and maybe get a visitor himself. Thor doubted it though, seeing as no one ever came to visit him. Not even the two who had kept him relatively sane. As he peered around the lightly lit room, an anti-bite mask and a straight jacket making him look like a formitable opponent so many of the asylum and weaker prisoners kept away from the boy as he sat on the wooden bench, listening to the idle chatter of the prisoners as they spoke to their visitors.

'Rose' came into the visitor station of the prison followed by 'Cian' and Charis who didn't need to change his name because it was girly enough.

It felt good to cross dress again. Rokiri was in his favorite dress. It was a sexy little number made of purple fishnet and chains. It almost looked like a whore's dress but it was relatively decent. There was no doubt in Rokiri's mind that when this charade was over, Charis was going to have his ass.

Charis, pronounced the French way today, walked after "Rose," his hips swaying gently. Even with short hair, his slight features made him a convincing female in a soft red sweater and flowing skirt.

Thor sighed as he closed his eyes again, curling up a bit more as a slight shiver of cold washed over his body. He wanted to be back in his jail cell, he was nice and warm in there because his new cellmate didn't use the blanket so he managed to have two.

"Pssst, Thor darling. It's us." Rokiri whispered, tapping on the glass after he sat down.

Charis smiled, "Thor! D'you see us?" he tilted his head sideways and smiled. "We're here!"

When he opened his eyes again and looked at the glass that was 'dividing' the table, his heart almost skipped a beat. They were back, as visitors, but they didn't hate him. With his eyes starting to water, Thor clambered monkey-like onto the table and leaned against the glass before quietly sobbing. None of the guards moved him because he had visitors.

"We're sorry it took so long. But we had our own things to straighten out before we could visit." Rokiri smiled softly and reached for Thor's hand through the small circular hole in the glass. "You'll be happy to know I'm a free man now offically and Ciara's adopted Charis darling so we're all living together."

Charis nodded eagerly, "We're waiting for you."

One of the nearby prisoners took a quick glance at Thor before talking to his own visitor. The boy continued to sob softly, wishing that he could speak but the damned anti-bite mask was prohibiting his speach.

"Mheehmp..meh..." Was all he could manage to say, a muffled form of 'help me'.

"Don't worry, we'll get you out of here. We have a plan... It might not be perfect yet but it's still a plan." Rokiri reassured him.

Charis nodded, "We will!" He put his hands on the glass and blew Thor a kiss.

Rokiri chuckled, doing the same and pet Charis' hair. "You're too cute, love."

Charis purred but locked his eyes on Thor. "I promise."

"I promise too." Rokiri purred back, slipping his hand up Charis' skirt playfully.

"Five minutes left for visitors. Finish your conversations." A Guard said as he eyed the three who were talking to Thor. The man thought it was a little weird that such a prisoner would finally have visitors. Let alone three at once.

Thor continued to sob softly, he wanted out though he knew that any plan that the three made up would just get every one caught. "Nnmmh... Choourht... meh ghoingh toh chourht..." The boy muttered through the anti-bite mask, trying to tell the three he was due back in court soon. Actually he was due in court tomorrow.

"Court? What for?" Rokiri frowned.

Charis frowned, batting away Rokiri's hand. For once he was more interested in something other than sex.

A nearby guard who was nice noticed that Thor was trying to speak so he unhooked the front part of the anti-bite mask for now. Though when that did happen, the boy turned away from the glass to spit out the bits of leather he ended up biting off of the mask due to his anger. When he turned back he leaned back against the glass.

"They want to see me in court again..though... they cant imprison me at all because I know what they are doing to me and several other people here is cruel and unusual punishment..." The boy sighed before closing his eyes. "T-though I don't know if that would be enough for me to be free.."

"I imagine it would. Charis darling and I can go as witnesses." Rokiri offered, making a apologetic noise at Charis.

Charis nodded at Rokiri, accepting the apology, but right now he was so deep in thought, wondering how to break out, that he wasn't really even speaking. He was just thinking too much.

"But if you do that..then they might get you again!" Thor shouted, turning to face the two.