Yes another chapter has arrived. Some was not contents that I ended the torture so soon. Haven't any of you heard of flashback and dreams… well nightmares?

Disclaimer: Do I really have to do this? What? Chocolate after I am done? NOT MINE. Now give me my chocolate.

Flashback

Thoughts or dreams.

Warning: Uhm, nightmare, angst and such. A little flashback and such.

A scream tore his throat when the whip landed on his already bleeding stomach. His sight was blurred by his tears when he lifted his head to glare at the boy standing next to him. "Asshole, un."

"My oh my. What a dirty mouth you have. I am pretty sure I can find a better use for it."

Deidara whimpered when the whip was brought down on his chest. Not hard enough to draw blood but it still hurt like hell.

When Orochimaru bowed down to kiss him at the lips Deidara spat at him. "Get away from me you sick fuck, un."

Fingers twisted his nipples in a painful manner and Deidara arched his back and wiggled to get free. "I-I hate you, un."

"Watch your filthy mouth or you will end back up in the stall for another week." Shivers ran down his spine and Deidara felt how the will to fight against the other boy left him. He knew for sure he could not take yet another turn in the stall. Not in his weakened state.

Seeing the fear in his eyes Orochimaru laughed. It was not a friendly or warming sound. "That is right. You are nothing more than a whore. When I get tired of you I will let you pass on to the others. When they are finished with you there won't be much back to recognize."

Cold hands travelled down his body while Deidara lay limp in the bed he was bound to. The slim, naked body crawled onto him and dig nails into his flesh until blood was drawn. "Don't, un."

A slap forced his head to the side and long fingers closed around his neck as Orochimaru entered him with force and without any preparation. Deidara screamed and tossed around when his inner walls were ripped open and blood mixed with semen inside of him.

His head started spinning because of the lack of air and the tears made his vision blurred. "Remember that you will always be my whore. No matter when and no matter where."

With that he felt thankful when he passed out and darkness embraced him.

It was dark but it was different form the darkness that he normally would wake up to. This was that kind of darkness that would most likely disappear if he ever opened his eyes.

He felt different from what he had been feeling in a very long time. Not better since his body still hurt like hell even though he had yet to move. At least it did not seem like any new pain had been inflicted on his person since he what? Fall asleep? Passed out? He was not sure if there was any difference between the two things any longer.

The next thing he noticed was that he was lying in a bed. Not the one he had had in his little prison. This one was soft and smelled clean. It gave him a feeling of having slept on a cloud.

Deidara frowned or at least he would have done so if not just the thought of doing so made his protest.

Then he remembered why he was not supposed to be in a bed. Orochimaru had decided to punish him for something he was not sure what. He had to live a week at the floor like the animal they both knew he was. That or he would end in the shower stall once again.

Just the thought of it made him shudder. No matter how good the bed seemed to be it was not worth the punishment he knew for sure would come if he was lying in the bed.

Ignoring the pain that shoot through his body he edged towards where he thought the edge of the bed would be. His arms already shook from having to support his body's weight.

Two strong arms wrapped around his waist and tugged him down against a warm body. Deidara did not dare to move or make a sound when fingers gently ran through his hair. It was not Orochimaru. That much Deidara knew.

The snake-guy would not be that gentle with him not was his body warm but cold as a corpse. It seemed like Orochimaru had made true of his threat and decided to pass him on to his men. Knowing what he was to do Deidara tried to get on his knees to ready himself for what he knew was to come. When his arms gave out under him before he had gotten up he started sobbing and shake all over his body.

He wanted to curl up to protect his body but his broken ribs hindered the movement.

The hands started stroking his back in a soothing manner. He tried to get up on his knees once again but this time the hands kept him from moving around in the bed. "Easy now. Don't hurt yourself."

Deidara frowned. He wasn't about to hurt himself. He just wanted to as he was supposed to do so he did not have to be punished. Why could the owner of the voice not understand that?

As a hand touched a sore spot. Deidara drew back, his arm flew up to cover his head. The voice was speaking again. Soothing him, whispering gently to him. The voice was familiar to Deidara but he could not place it. He wanted to trust its owner. Still experience made him try to move away knowing that it was not safe for him to trust this unknown person.

The hands moved to his shoulder. Lifted him and pulled him into someone's arms. The person cradled him as only his mother had done when he was a small child.

"Pl-please leave me, un…"

The person holding him tightened his hold.

"Calm yourself." Deidara reached up and touched the strangers face even though he knew it could be fatal for him. "Please kill me."

"Never. I will never hurt you again."

When he unwilling relaxed the hands moved back to stroking his body. Not a single time he was touched in his private places. Instead the hands kept moving back to his back. "That is right. You are safe here. I am not going to let you go back to that place. Just go back to sleep and stop worrying about things."

Deidara closed his eyes and did as ordered. That was, after all, what he had to do. It was how he survived. Besides he could be lucky and the unknown person would not do anything too bad to him while he was asleep.

Sasori watched as Deidara got back to sleep and let out a deep sigh. Only a single lamp lit at the nightstand up the room they were in. Outside he could see snow falling down from a dark sky.

At first he had not known what to do when Deidara seemed to have some kind of a nightmare. To his relief the brat awoke himself before he found out what to do. It had taken him some time to realise that Deidara tried to move out of the bed even though he should not be able to move around just yet.

Without thinking he had let his arm sneak around the blonde and hugged him gently. The reaction he had gotten was not what he had thought it would be. When Deidara had tried to get on his knees and it had been clear for him what the boy had in his thoughts he had been terrified.

In the time it had taken him to calm the blonde down Deidara had not opened his eyes a single time. It was almost as if he feared what he might see if he had done so.

It had broken his heart to hear Deidara's whispered plea "Kill me." He would protect Deidara. He knew that the blonde needed him. Now more than anytime else.

Sasori placed a kiss at Deidara's cheek before he lay down next to the blonde so their bodies were touching. He would make sure to be there when Deidara awoke again. He would make sure the blonde knew that he was there for him. Sasori would make sure he was not alone.

Later on

When Deidara awoke he knew he was alone even without opening his eyes. It was a thing he had taught himself. It had helped him to know whether or not he should fear finding Orochimaru by his side.

To his confusing he was still laying down n the bed. He knew he was not supposed to be feeling this good. His body still arched especially his ribs which he knew probably were broken but no new pain seemed to have been inflicted on him in his sleep.

He wondered how long it would take for the beatings to start again. He made a lot of mistakes and needed to be punished. That was the only way he would learn had Orochimaru told him.

Despite the pain Deidara scrambled from the bed and slammed his leg hard on a nightstand and fell forward to the ground.

Getting up on his hands and knees he crawled to a wall and placed his hands against the cool surface. The sun was shining on him through a window. He slowly opened his eyes and looked around in the room for the first time since he awoke.

The bedroom was familiar. He knew he had been there before though he could not remember of when or where even if his life depended on it.

His eyes got back to the bed he had been sleeping in. It was big and there could easily lay five persons in there without worrying about touching each other.

The door banged open and Deidara flinched in his corner. And pressed his back against the wall as far away from the door as he could get.

The first thing he noticed was a mop of red hair he had never thought he would ever see again. Under it was a face which had changed greatly since he last saw the person. The skin was pale and the boy had dark bags under his eyes. He looked terrible to say at least. But still the boy managed to smile to him.

"Deidara, you should not be out of bed. You are not well enough for that."

Deidara stiffened by the sound of Sasori's voice. He knew that there was no way the puppeteer could be there. The boy himself had made it clear how much he hated him and that he would have nothing to do with him. He would not have come for him.

Suddenly Deidara smiled. It was a dream. He had hoped he was dead but he knew it was not true. There was no god generous enough to end his personal hell any time soon. But at least he would be able to get a little break away from the nightmare which was called his life.

"D-danna, un." His voice was rusty after only being used to screaming for such a long time. Deidara saw relief in the other boy's face. Why would he be happy? On the other hand this was a dream so what did it matter? As long as he did not have to go back to the world of the livings he did not really care about what happened in his dream. As it was in the moment he wanted to enjoy any second he could.

"Yeah, it is me? How are you? Are you in pain? Is there anything you need?" Deidara started giggling but stopped when dream-Sasori moved over to him. "Are you sure you are okay, brat?"

Deidara nodded. "Yes, un. I miss you danna, un. I miss you so much that it hurt." He touched his own chest while he did not take his eyes of the other boy. He wished he could understand why his danna was frowning so much. He was supposed to be happy since it was his dream.

Dream-Sasori stopped his tracks and looked at him with narrowed eyes. "Why don't I help you back to bed? You seem to need a little more sleep?" Deidara shook his head but stopped as soon as black spots started dancing for his inner eye. "I'm not tired, un."

At the same time his stomach rumbled. Deidara placed a hand on the bandage and sighed. It seemed like that not even in his dreams the hunger would leave him alone.

"Oh you are hungry. Let us get you back to the bed and then I will bring you something." Before he could even protest Deidara was lifted from his spot at the floor and carried back to the bed where he was carefully tugged in. "Just wait and I will be back in a moment."

Deidara blinked feeling more confused than he had ever felt before as his dream-danna swept out of the door. If this was a dream then he did not need food or rest. But a dream was the only way to explain how he had ended in his danna's bedroom and why his danna acted like that towards him. Deidara knew that his danna hated, no, loathed him more than anything else.

It only took a few minutes before Sasori returned this time with a tray with a single bowl and a glass with water in his hands. "I know it does not look like much but until we are sure how much your stomach can handle this will be all you get. I am sorry."

Deidara starred at the food when the tray was placed on his lap. A knot was forming in his stomach. When was the last time he had gotten something to eat? He was not sure but it had not been much that was for sure.

Even with the hunger carving inside of him Deidara did not touch the food. What if this was not a dream but something Orochimaru had sat up to test him? He had already broken enough rules as it was by returning to the bed. He would not give more reasons to prolong his punishment.

Besides he had not been given permission to eat. Dream-Sasori or whoever he was was just standing next to the bed and watching him like a hawk.

The blonde eyed the tray and licked his lips nervously. The bowl on the tray was only half filled but it was still more than he had seen since he ended up with Orochimaru. If he ever got permission to eat he was not sure he would be able to get it all down.

"It there something wrong with the food?" Dream-Sasori reached out towards him and Deidara flinched. The movement made the tray slide down from his lap and the food and water spilled out on the bed.

Deidara felt tears built up in his eyes as he watched the spilled food. "S-sorry, un. I didn't mean to. S-so sorry. I will clean it up just give a moment, un. Please don't punish me, un. I-I will do whatever you want, un. J-just don't un."

His hands shook as Deidara tried to get the food back into the bowl without caring about the small burnings he got on his hands from the hot food.

"Brat, stop that." Strong hands got hold around his wrists and pulled him away from the ruined bedding. "Sorry. I am sorry, un."

"Are you hurt?" Deidara starred dumbfound at the red-head who was looking his body over for injuries. When the puppeteer found the red marks on his palms he made a tsk'ing sound.

"We will deal with this first. Then I will changes the bedclothes. But first we need to get you cleaned." Not knowing what to say or do Deidara let himself get dragged out of the bedroom. Why does he not punish me, un? I ruind his bed and the food so why are he not doing anything? Is it because this is a dream? I don't understand anything, un.

While they walked Deidara thought he heard voices from a room that, if he remembered right, was the kitchen. What were other people doing in his dream? He did not want them to be there. They had nothing to do with him and his danna.

Dream-Sasori leaded him through a door Deidara knew he should remember what was behind.

Once inside he stopped dead in his tracks and felt how his heart stopped beating.

He had been lead to the bathroom. Though he tried not to look Deidara could not stop his eyes from travel over to the bath stall. There were no ropes but that did not stop the panic from spreading through his veins as poison.

His arms arched from having been forced into the position over his head in what felt like days ago. For once the cold water had been turned off and his body had been dried without taking care of the wounds inflicted on his back and inner thighs. Orochimaru claimed it was because he did not want his new toy to become sick. Deidara thought it was a new try to break him. Without the water he had nothing to drink. Therefore not only was he hungry and tired but also thirsty like never before.

He could not think of a place on him that did not hurt. Worst was his rear end. He did not know how many times he had been taken already. Not that it mattered. He knew it would not end. No one would come looking for him.

The light turned on and without looking up he knew who had entered. Deidara could not stop his body from shaking as he heard the other boy undress somewhere behind him.

"Are you ready for a few more rounds?"

"Breath. Start breathing. I order you to start breathing." The harsh words made him open his mouth and in a mouthful of air.

His vision had tilted. Deidara knew he was laying flat down at the cold tile floor. He was staring up at the white ceiling. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the stall.

As if he could hear his thoughts dream-Sasori moved in between him and the bath stall. "Please don't. I promise to be good. Just- just no more. I can't take it no more. Anything else than that. Please. Please, un."

His cries were muffled when a big hand was placed on his mouth. Luckily it did not cover his nose so he still had a chance to breath.

Deidara tried to move away but different hands grabbed his limbs and made sure that he could not move around. Still Deidara did not give up. He knew he was only making it worse for himself but he could not take another turn in the stall.

Fresh tears burned in his eyes as Deidara watched the blurred figures around him. They were well-known and he knew if he calmed down he would be able to remember where he had seen them before. But, in the moment, he was keener of getting out of the bathroom and as far away from the stall as he could.

"Someone do something before he hurts himself." Deidara's eyes widened. That was it. If he punished himself then maybe they would not hang him in the bath stall.

Something pointed broke his skin and Deidara felt his body going limb and it became hard for him to think. Soon the hands moved away from him as it was no longer necessary for them to hold him down. Deidara felt his eyelids growing heavy.

Before he drifted off his eyes locked with his danna's. For some reason the red-head seemed sad. Deidara managed to smile to him in hope that it would help to get rid of his danna's worries. Even if this was only a dream he did not like to see his danna sad like this.

Okay no bath to Deidara. But who knows maybe it will come later on? But he honestly can't recover just like that. It will take time.

The nightmare scene was inspired by a nightmare I had last night. Actually it was not about anything like that. My nightmare was much worse. Someone had decided to ban all chocolate from our world *Hides in corner and cries*

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Until next.

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