Well, the summary should tell you all you need to know before reading. This is obviously a yaoi story containing multiple pairings (though it really is a sasodei story), lemons, limes, rape, and torture. If you don't like any of the afore mentioned things then please don't read this! Flames will be used as heat wraps for my wrists. But for anyone who does decide to read please enjoy!

" Even if there are times when we are far apart, through it all remember I'll be there in your heart. And on days when you start to cry you know you'll always have someone who's there at your side, to wipe all the tears away." That's what Deidara thought as he slowly opened his bloodshot eyes. They scanned around the dark cell he was contained in detecting nothing as usual. Deidara moaned but from tiredness or pain he could no longer discern.

He decided to try to move into a more comfortable position, but as soon as he moved pain shot through his arms from his wrists. He winced and slowly turned his head upward to see that the cruel metal shackles were once again cutting into his skin. Orochimaru obviously didn't want his favorite prisoner going anywhere.

He sighed at his restraints and accepted the fact that once again he would spend another day cold, damp, and in pain. He turned his eyes downward to his torn clothes which now consisted of the remnants of some revealing shirt, and a tattered skirt that barely covered him. This was truly cruel, but it was all he had known for a long while now.

It had been months since Deidara had been taken from the Akatsuki after Orochimaru's attack. He was now being held merely as a bargaining chip; a tantalizing carrot to be swung in front of Pein's nose. Deidara still had horrid images of the attack play through his skull every time he tried to sleep. The bloody dreams would play without stopping for hours, tormenting his mind as h tried desperately to fall into unconsciousness. And in an almost unbearable joke it seemed the last image that would come every night would be a vision of Sasori, battered and bloody, trying desperately with his last strength to pull Deidara back to him.

These horrid nightmares, and the chronic pain he felt was surely what was causing Deidara to so adamantly feign sleep, but tonight his body was begging for a few quiet hours of solace. Perhaps tonight he could finally fall asleep, but those hopes quickly faded as Deidara heard the lock to his prison slide out of place. The door swung open, the lights from the corridor blinding Deidara instantly. Once his eyes adjusted to the light, however, he saw Kabuto standing in the doorway.

"Lord Orochimaru needs you," Kabuto said in a monotonous voice.

"Go away, he just finished with me," Deidara hissed as he painfully turned his head to the side. Kabuto sighed and made his way carefully into the cell. Deidara may have been significantly weakened but he was still an S class criminal, and Kabuto didn't feel like taking any chance that night.

"He requires your services again," Kabuto breathed, slowly inching his way toward his prisoner.

"Don't come near me," Deidara growled, shooting a venomous glance at Kabuto.

"Hmmm, seems you won't come of your own free will, so I'll have to take you by force." Kabuto made a move for a syringe in his medical bag, and continued his advance toward his target.

'A sedative,' Deidara thought to himself as he mulled over his options in his brain. Kabuto didn't know that Deidara had a secret weapon that he had been saving for just such an occasion.

"You're smiling. Finally accepting it I suppose," Kabuto said with a smirk as he drew ever closer to his intended target.

"Maybe you're right, un," Deidara responded. 'He just needs to come a little bit closer.' Kabuto decided to quit wasting his time. He made his finally lunge toward Deidara without expecting what would happen next.

A loud explosion shook the whole base. Deep down toward its center, in a large dark room, two people turned their heads toward the door. "What was that?" one of the figures quickly asked. Its green eyes traced around the room intently looking for the direction from which the explosion had come.

"Hmm, it seems one of my prisoners is being a little naughty. We'll have to punish him," the other figure responded, chuckling slightly to itself.

"How do you intend to do that sir?" the green eyed one asked.

"I think I'll leave that up to you," the other responded, rising from its chair and heading toward the door. "Go to your room and make your preparations. I'll have him brought to you in a few minutes." With that the person left the room leaving its partner to nod in consent and quickly leave to its quarters.

In Deidara's cell Kabuto lay against one of the walls already healing his wounds with his medical ninjutsu. He was quite angry that the situation had escalated the way it had. Orochimaru was not going to be happy with him.

"I don't believe it. You had been saving that little bit of clay for awhile now I take it," Kabuto sputtered as he was still in pain. From the other side of the cell Deidara laughed in spite of himself.

"Ingenious, isn't it?" he asked in a hoarse voice. "It worked far better than I could have hoped." Deidara smirked, but his victory didn't last for too long. He heard the door squeak on its hinges, and his heart stopped in his chest. Now it was Kabuto's turn to chuckle as the figure at the door stepped into the light.

"Lord Orochimaru," Kabuto whispered.

"Kabuto, it seems you've gotten a little beat up," Orochimaru's hissing voice said in a quiet tone.

"I'll be fine," Kabuto said quickly sitting up and turning his eyes to Deidara. At the other end of the cell Deidara's breath was catching in his throat. If Orochimaru had come personally then things were about the happen that would be beyond his control. All he wanted was to get away, but somewhere inside he knew that was impossible.

"Well that is good. Don't worry about anything else, I have someone who will take care of the rest." Orochimaru turned toward Deidara malicious smile adorning his face. Deidara squirmed trying to flatten himself against the wall. "Don't try to get away. It's pointless." Orochimaru didn't give Deidara a chance to think, and he gave him no choice but to resign himself to his fate.

Sasori hadn't come out of his room for nearly a month, and he wouldn't allow anyone in as they may interrupt his broodings. The only person he would let near him was Itachi who was doing his best to tell the puppet master that the situation was not utterly hopeless. Sasori couldn't accept those words however. He had let Deidara slip right through his fingers and it was very likely that Sasori would never see his beautiful blond ever again.

The night outside was just as any other that Sasori could think of for the past few months. He sat on the windowsill, just as he had for so long now it seemed and stared at the moon hanging indifferently in the sky above him. He wished he could cry for his lost lover, but his puppet body would allow no tears to come to his eyes. Sasori now felt as he wanted to feel for so long it seemed. He felt as though he was utterly and completely dead.

Sasori let his dead body stare at the cold fire in the sky as they were the only things that could provide a fragment of solace. On this night he seemed so engrossed in the tiny pin pricks of light that he didn't even hear Itachi enter his room.

"Looking at the stars again?" Itachi asked when he sat on the desk below Sasori. The puppet master turned his maroon eyes downward and stared at the person who sat so close to him. Itachi still bore the physical scars of that day. His mangekyo sharingan had been of no use on that horrid, bloody day. Sasori didn't bother responding to Itachi. He merely turned his eyes back to the night sky. Itachi sighed, it seemed he'd get nothing from Sasori on this night either. He decided it would be best to let Sasori alone. He got up from the desk, and walked to the door. He opened it and was about to leave when he heard a small whisper come from behind him.

"Do you think Deidara can see the moon to?" Itachi turned and looked at Sasori with a tender smile. He shut the door again and walked back to the little person who sat so listlessly on the window sill.

"You know, I'm sure he can. And when he looks up at the moon and stars it helps to remind him that you love him, and you're fighting to get him back." Sasori looked to Itachi once again, his body shuttering from the Uchiha's words. Though Sasori couldn't produce tears he knew that he was still capable of crying which was something that he couldn't get rid of. He decided there was no point in holding it back and he fell off of the window sill into Itachi's arms.

Itachi held Sasori close as the puppet master sobbed in his arms. Strangely enough he had always had a knack for comforting people and now he whispered reassuring condolences to the little person in his arms. "Don't cry. We'll get him back," Itachi whispered into Sasori's ear. Sasori looked up into Itachi's eyes, trying to stop his crying.

"Are you sure?" was all he could manage to say.

"I promise," Itachi said. Sasori was able to find slight comfort in those words, but the emotions that conflicted inside of him left him utterly exhausted. He sighed and collapsed into Itachi's arms once more. As Itachi held Sasori he looked out of the window to the moon above. Though he couldn't see it for himself he imagined what it looked like in the sky above him.

"Wherever you are I hope you can see the moon to," he uttered quietly. "Because that's Sasori's sign that he's still with you."

AN:And now, suspence. I know Sasori's a puppet but he needs to feel a little in this story, so he still has emmotions. Look for chpt. 2 soon! See ya