Disclaimer: Backtrack for this I am really tired of writing these.

Chapter 12:

Deidara was getting weaker. No longer could he keep up his masking spell. The baby was sapping every last bit of his strength, even though he resorted to eating five times more food than usual. Halloween came around, and although he'd have loved to go with them, he was forced to watch his children leave to go trick-or-treating with just Madara. Deidara was bedridden thanks to the pregnancy and so he couldn't go with them.

Madara didn't want to go, wishing to take Konan's offer to take the children trick-or-treating, but Deidara had insisted, reminding him that he couldn't pass up any chance to spend time with their children. True to his word, Madara had gone through promotion after promotion, until he was the second in command at the company he was working at now. Fortune seemed to finally be on their side after so many years. Between him and Madara they managed to come up with just what they needed to keep living at the mansion. They'd had to let two of the six maids go, but otherwise all was right economically to keep their lifestyle from changing drastically.

Although it hurt like a bitch to move, Deidara got out of bed and headed towards the nursery he had recently finished getting ready for the coming addition to the family. Not certain of the gender and deciding to let it be a surprise for them all, Deidara had painted the room in alternating stripes of pink and blue shades. No two stripes were the same color and although he wasn't sure it would turn out well, Deidara was pleased to see the different shades of the two colors had given the room a perfect amount of brightness and darkness. The walls weren't too scandalous or too dull, just as he'd envisioned. On the ceiling were glow in the dark star figurines held fast with tape and crazy glue.

There was a white iron crib against one wall, with a white metal rocking chair centered along the rest of the wall, and colorful throw pillows and beanbags scattered in the empty space around the rocking chair. A playpen was the center focal point of the room. It was quite large, as Deidara remembered demon babies had a lot more energy than human or spirit ones. Even if his child was going to be only quarter demon and quarter spirit he was not about to take any chances. He had been a huge handful as a baby according to his mother and he didn't need his own child to follow in his footsteps.

On the other side of the room were empty picture frames, to be made use of as the new baby grew. In front of the window far behind the playpen was a changing table. The closet had been cleared, shelves re-stacked with a year's worth of diapers, among all other necessities. There was no doubt in Deidara's mind they'd gone overboard on more than one thing, but the shopping had kept him from boredom, so he really couldn't mind. Unable to stand any longer, Deidara sat down and began to move back and forth in the rocking chair, bringing one hand to his neck. He thought back to when Orochimaru had bitten him.

"How sad that I've only just realized," He started sadly.

"That I marked you that day." The snake demon finished his sentence for him, closing and locking the door behind him after he'd entered the room.

"How did you get in, why are you here?" Deidara asked, and cast a spell, but a shock ran through his body.

"There's no-one home, and the shield against demons you've got up is rather weak." Orochimaru answered his first question, smirking when he saw him wince.

"I don't believe I need to tell you this, but the more you struggle the more pain you'll cause yourself." He went over to Deidara and knelt in front of him, and traced the figure of a white snake on the right side of his neck.

"That sounds right up my alley. I can heal, your child can't." Deidara shied away from his touch as he spoke, but smirked defiantly.

"You, my dear, are not fooling anyone. Until that child is born you are at my complete mercy." The demon saw right through him, and before Deidara had registered the words themselves, he was registering the fact he'd been moved from the rocking chair, and set down sideways upon the fluffy white carpet.

"Did you come here to annoy me, or is there actually a purpose to this visit?" The spirit asked, allowing the demon to remove his nightgown. He was already in enough pain, if he fought back at the moment the mark Orochimaru had branded him with would counter his power or simply absorb it.

"I've been observing you and the baby, and since I knew this experience hasn't been a nice one for you, I wanted to help you." Orochimaru explained, placing one hand on Deidara's belly and the other on his back. It took Deidara a while to realize Orochimaru was revitalizing him and giving the baby some energy.

"Um...thanks, I guess." The blond said rather hesitantly.

"It's nothing. You spirits don't seem to realize, we demons can be plenty nice, if you'd just give us what we want." Orochimaru remarked, massaging his back.

"Yeah well, happy as I am to know you're not complete monsters, I'm still not attracted to you." Deidara admonished, allowing a sigh of content to escape him.

"You may not like me, but you can't deny the attraction between us." The demon turned Deidara right side up, allowing his head to rest upon his lap, and smirked down at him. Deidara was going to say something, but when Orochimaru's hands began to fondle his breasts, the spirit stared up at him wide eyed, and suppressed the moan that had threatened to escape him.

Naturally it didn't last long, for as monstrous as he was supposed to be, Orochimaru had very soft, gentle, and skilled hands. Even though he tried to keep them from coming out with his hands and by biting his tongue, hushed moans still escaped him. "I can hear you." Orochimaru informed him, and Deidara let his hands drop to the carpet, defeated moans flowing past his lips.

"What...what is it you want from me?" He asked, confused.

Demons tried to mate with spirits, spirits refused, spirits were killed for refusing...so why had Orochimaru not killed him yet? He was completely at his mercy, whether he hated it or not, it was absolute truth.

"If you must know, you are a guinea-pig for us demons. I intend to make you completely mine and together we will start a new generation, one that will always pass down both demonic and spiritual genes for generations there after. The child in you is to be the first of many more. Just think about it Deidara, our kind are so strong alone, together our kind could rule the world." The demon caressed his skin, giving him a deranged smile.

"I'm not interested Orochimaru. The only thing I've ever wanted is to live in peace on this beautiful planet with my family. World domination...you are far more insane than anyone gives you credit for." Deidara sat up, determined to take him out, but Orochimaru merely hugged him to him.

Deidara's back met Orochimaru's chest, the snake demon's tongue coiling around the spirit's waist, and his hands traveling south. Gentle was the touch against Deidara's nether lips, which were only protected by the simple silk of his panties. It was getting worse Deidara noted as he whimpered at the touch. The mark on his neck was subduing his ability to resist. He had felt a spark of pleasure. He couldn't give in, he couldn't. It seemed so futile though, Orochimaru's fingers rubbing the silk over his nether lips teasingly, until his arousal came flowing like water, warmly dampening the protective garment, and making him see stars.

"Don't fight it. I'll give you everything you'll ever need and want, and more." Orochimaru whispered seductively in his right ear, having recalled his tongue. He held Deidara firmly to him with his left arm, his right hand still between the spirit's legs, fingers feeling the damp silk of his panties and tracing different shapes upon his inner thighs. Deidara shook in his hold and moaned, enjoying the sinful touches.

"Please...stop." Just as before he begged Orochimaru to stop.

"Unless you mean it, I won't be stopping." Orochimaru told him the very same thing as before, making him tear up.

When Orochimaru cut his panties, and spread his nether lips with his ring and index finger, slipping his middle finger inside with ease, Deidara let the tears fall, crying out loudly in pleasure. Orochimaru laughed, rubbing his clitoris as he continued to finger him smoothly. Deidara was limp against him as he allowed all ten of his fingers to caress the blond's vagina. Deidara cried tears of shame, driven to an unwanted orgasm.

"No more...please, I'm begging you Orochimaru." He pleaded, brokenly.

"You can bring him in now Kabuto." Orochimaru brought a finger to his lips and licked it clean of the juices still flowing from Deidara, and looked towards the door, a smirk of triumph on his face.

Deidara looked at him and realized what had really just happened. Orochimaru had set him up. A silver haired man with glasses came in, Madara being pulled by him. There were sacred ropes restraining the half elf, who was staring in shock at the spirit and the demon in the middle of the nursery. Deidara kept his head down. Madara had heard everything. To make it all worse, it was at that very moment that his water decided to break.

A/N: And the plot thickens. I'm hitting a new fandom with this story...Oro/Dei is becoming very hot in my head. I hope you enjoy. Please read and review and I'll see you all next update.