Some days are good and some days are bad. For Sasori, the only times he experiences the good in the day is when he's with his husband; Deidara. Or perhaps when he's working on his art in his secluded workshop. The only times things can go wrong in there is if he slips and slices his finger/hand open making said husband wail in horror. Other than that, it had appeared to him for many years that the world was not to fond of him and liked to make his life more difficult than it needed. That is until he met the unforgettable blond two and a half years ago.
Deidara was some sort of magical blessing that the world owed him for all the crap he went through day after day after day. Every hour, every second, every minute.
Today though... It seemed as if the world owed him fifty Deidaras, that's just how bad it was. Ohhh yes how today had been a very bad day. This one took a new place in his books where if he had a diary to gush his angry heart out, the book would be filled up to the last page!
Driving home at a higher speed than usual, he gripped at the steering wheel, twisting it as he ground his teeth into oblivion. He just wanted to go home and fall into his lovers lap and have his hair caressed. Too bad that would never happen since he was far too proud to crumble down like that and ask for it. Luckily for him his love would automatically initiate it, leaving him to secretly deny he loved every moment of the affection. Instead of asking for help, he'd just have to make due with bottling this anger and self loathing up until something else decided to go wrong.
As per usual.
Storming to his house after slamming his car door shut, Sasori stomped on up to his house and slammed that door shut as well almost giving Deidara a heart attack. It was obvious who was home though. It had been years, but someday he would eventually get used to his husband storming home in his usual furious fit... hopefully.
"Danna! Welcome home~ how was your - eugh..." Deidara froze at the sight of his husband drenched in what not only looked like black ink, but also the aroma of coffee. Lots and lots of coffee. Not to mention the frown that managed to soak every fiber of his existence.
Oh his poor Danna!
Rushing to reach for Sasori's robe off the back of the couch, Deidara held it up while the other man wasted no time in stripping of his ruined suit, removing every little bit of clothing in fact, and sitting on his personal spot on the couch sulking in the soft, clean robe.
Deidara glanced at the kitchen where dinner was being made and pursed his lips. Returning to it only to turn down the burner, he quickly made his way to Sasori where sat down beside his husband and snuggled in close. "What's wrong Danna? You look like you had a rough day, un." He cooed, oozing with sympathy as it was clear as spring water it was indeed a rough day.
Sighing Sasori leaned his face in towards Deidara's and placed a kiss on his lips. "You. Wouldn't. Believe. It."
"Try me, un." Deidara smirked, running his fingers through Sasori's hair.
Shifting in his seat, Sasori wrapped his arms Deidara and held him, still able to have his head rubbed, preparing for his tale of the yet again; bad day.
"Well I was late for work today thanks to that car pile up on route 37."
Deidara nodded, "I heard on the radio while I was at work. I know my Danna hates being late." he gushed, nuzzling their noses together.
"Not only that, I got reprimanded for it. I've never been late before and when the first I am? I get scolded to kingdom come!"
"Mmm...kingdom...come." Deidara giggled, hiding his face behind his hand, twirling a lock of red hair around his other hands finger.
Sasori couldn't get mad at that subtle sexual innuendo. Instead he just rolled his eyes and sighed, "Get your mind out of the gutter you brat."
"Okay okay!" Deidara laughed, giving Sasori a gentle push on the shoulder. "I'm sorry to hear you had such a rough morning. What else happened, un?"
Sasori scowled, "Well then I had one of those moron interns - "
"Hey, I was one of those moron interns there before I got moved to the sister company! If it weren't for being a junior intern I would never have met you, un." Deidara hissed in defense. How dare his husband say something like that! Why, if it weren't for his internship, they would not have even met.
Pressing his lips to Deidara's head Sasori smiled. That was a very valid and important point there. "And I thank everyday I was blessed with such an incredible moron for an intern." He said kissing Deidara again this time on the cheek.
Deidara sent his husband a side glare but allowed himself to be kissed a couple more times. "Watch it or else you won't be seeing kingdom come in a very long time." He glowered half heartedly.
What was love...no. What was their whole relationship without a little teasing?
Sasori reached for a strand of Deidara's long hair and tugged it gently. "Can I finish?"
"Go, go..."
"Well the intern was fooling around blowing into their pen like the fool they are, and when I swiped it away it exploded! Then while I was trying to dab it away in the lunch room, I bumped into the coffee maker and got hot coffee all over the place! Everyone laughed and nobody helped me!"
"Yikes..." Deidara mumbled as he glanced out the window to see it was also raining, just adding more to the over all mess. "So I take it that suit is a write off?"
Sasori side eyed the crumpled up clothing on the floor and mentally tried to set it and everything it represented of that day on fire with his eyes. "Yes. But that's not the only thing that went wrong with the suit..."
"Oh? And that would be, un?"
Sasori sighed, "We had visual evaluation checks today."
"Yikes!" Deidara gasped in horror as he recalled that particular manager making a huge fuss over the dress code. "I can only guess you got a zero." He then mumbled as he then recalled getting himself a low number just because he wore "inappropriate" tight fitted suits. Boy did it make Sasori upset to see the tight clothes go away. To be honest he was pretty sure a lot of the tired and underpaid salary men were sad to see the blond's sexy little suits leave.
Where he was stationed now, damn those lucky bastards. They had yet to request the blond to change his tight attire; they were way too smart for that. Like hell they were losing the sight of watching Deidara's round butt be so clearly defined in those tight little suits trousers. And Deidara always made them so cute with bight shirts, fashionable ties and pins, cufflinks and pocket scarves. Deidara was just an overall fun dresser and everyone in the office loved it.
"Damn straight I got a zero." Sasori growled darkly. "Now it's on my record!"
Deidara cooed sadly and stroked Sasori's hair, "That can't be all that happened today."
Nodding, Sasori held up his hand and flashed a bandaged thumb. "Stapled it."
Deidara cringed and brought the finger in for a kiss. "My poor honey! It's just an office job but it's like they want to not only kill you with stress from the work itself, but also coffee burns and rouge stapler attacks, un!"
Giving a false little whimper, Sasori made a move and climbed on Deidara. Already being pretty much naked, it would save a lot of time when he -
"Ah ah ah!~" Deidara tutted as he tapped Sasori away by the face with one finger. "I know you can smell still so it's obvious you can tell that dinner is ready."
Sasori narrowed his eyes. Honestly he wanted some stress reliving sex more than he wanted a hot meal. Wait. Smelling around he started to salivate.
"Is... is that a roast?"
"With roasted potatoes in the oven and green beans that should be done steaming on the stove just-about-now~"
Oooh... Okay, so maybe the sex could be put to the side for just a little while.
"Why don't you go get some dinner, sit down and eat and while you do that I run us a nice bath and join you, un."
Glancing back at Deidara Sasori smiled. He married one hell of a man. Thank the heavens!
"You smell like ink, coffee, rain and it's gross."
Hmph.
"You're such a brat."
-x-
Putting the dishes in the dishwasher and letting the roasting pan to soak, Sasori stepped back proud that he was able to help clean up. His beloved deserved it after all. What did that brat have to run back to the bathroom for? Meet him in there when he's done the dishes?
"Mmm, a warm bath with my lovey hubby." Sasori coo'd quietly, only possible while Deidara wasn't in the room to hear him gush in giddiness.
Wiping his hands off, Sasori made his way down the hall and up the stairs to the bathroom. Man he could not wait to wash up and soak his aching muscles -
"What the heck is this!?"
Deidara looked up innocently from pouring floral soap not only all over his body, no, but also on the pool mattress he was sitting on. Which in the end brought the question:
"Why is there the inflatable pool mattress on the bath floor?" Sasori asked, still stripping of his robe before dropping it in the pile of laundry.
Deidara ran his hands up and down his body causing the creamy streams of soap to foam up in a thick lather. "I was thinking since you had SUCH a bad day, you might want to lie down and relax while I do all the washing, un." He sighed as he continued to touch himself rather sensually.
This made Sasori quirk a brow. Deidara was going to like, wash his back and hair? Haven't they done that before? Oh well, a back rub was a back rub; plus to be on a soft cushion. Really it sounded like a pretty sweet gesture and he was more than happy to accept it.
Sitting down on the mattress, Sasori shuddered at the slick surface. This thing was really slippery! What he didn't expect was Deidara to press his body flush against his own back. If the wet slippery mattress made him shudder, why, this was like a whole new sensual shudder that instead of going right up his back it went elsewhere!
Deidara ran his hands around his husbands sides, creeping up his chest. The soap from his hands left sweet streaks as he slowly washed the chest and continued to slither his body against Sasori's spine.
"Ahh...fuck." Sasori moaned, letting his own body react on it's own to Deidara movements; their bodies melding together.
To Sasori's displeasure this time, Deidara pulled away making him groan. Patting on the mattress, Deidara sent Sasori a flirty wink, "How about you lie down, Danna. You've been sitting at work in that awful chair all day, un. You must be dying to just lay back and relax..." Deidara took Sasori's arm as he led the older male down onto his back, "...so let me do all the hard work."
Sasori eyes rolled back as Deidara dragged his soapy chest against his own. This was heaven all right. Deidara was heaven.
He bucked his hips as Deidara dragged his hand up his outer thigh and back down, making its way up once more this time going up the inner half going dangerously high. Deidara repeated his over and over, massaging the aching legs and even being able to slide his hand under Sasori to squeeze his ass.
"You're a kinky son of a bitch today, aren't you?" Sasori moaned as he looked down at Deidara who was getting less and less visible from this position has he got harder and harder, his dick obscuring his view of the blond.
Deidara smiled at that though and pulled away from touching Sasori's legs, "Says the guy who just earlier wanted to skip dinner and go straight to sex, un." he chuckled. Moving further down he massaged his husbands feet, treating them like toughened clay that needed to be moistened and crushed down; turning the once tense arches into relaxed ones.
"Goodness!" Sasori gasped as Deidara dug his fingers good, letting the harsh stroke slide from the soap. "That f-feels so good..."
Doing both feet, Deidara took note of how the lower half of Sasori was loosened up. Now he had to do the upper half. Crawling around to the other end of the matter was where Sasori's head almost dangled off the edge, he gave his loopy husband a quick tug by the armpits so his head lulled back of the mattress more.
Opening a fruity watermelon scented shampoo, Deidara poured it into his hands and lathered up Sasori's hair making it foam heavily. He smiled at not only the sweet smell but at also how his poor husband was unable to hide his glee from getting his head rubbed. Deidara could see down Sasori's body where his toes curled and his breathing start to relax. However what really stood out was the smile plastered on the grouch's face.
Deidara's nose crinkled in delight as he knew that his beloved Danna didn't even know that he was making such a delicate face while he was there.
Oh he just had to kiss it!
Sasori opened one eye when he felt the kiss on his lips, "Stealing kisses when my eyes are closed huh?" he halfheartedly chastised, actually rather happy to have received a kiss.
"Of course! How could I not when I have to most handsome hubby in the world, un~" he cooed, rubbing the others soapy, floral chest happily while he remained leaned over.
Sasori smirked. He was a handsome man, wasn't he?
What really made him smile though was when Deidara sat back up, collected an amount of bubbles from his hair and slathered it along his chin and upper lip. "Now you look like oldman Santa Claus!"
Sasori chuckled, "Will you still love me even when I'm old and my hair is this white?"
Deidara pondered a moment, "Hmm, just as long as you don't grow the beard."
"I thought you liked my stubble?" Sasori scoffed, recalling this morning when he got his good morning kiss.
"I do! It reminds me of how you still weren't even able to grow it in when we met." Deidara laughed, pushing away the lather of soap stroke by stroke with his finger, "The whole beard-thing just doesn't really suit you honey, un. Besides! I can't see that handsome face~"
Rolling his eyes at the haughty little smirk Sasori produced after that sly little quip, Deidara sighed. He had to keep his sweethearts ego pumping. It made him feel good on the inside! Back to the outside though, he moved his hands down and got working on massaging Sasori's neck.
"Agh...ah that feels heavenly..."
Dragging a bucket that was within reach now, Deidara pulled out a little cup that was floating in it and cup by cup started rinsing out the soap from Sasori's hair till it was clear of soap.
"All done?" Sasori asked, glancing at Deidara who was still busy doing whatever he was up to.
"Not even close, un!"
Crawling back around an getting back on the mattress, Deidara dragged his body up and down Sasori's a few more times. Slowly he pressed their chests together, grinding their nipples together playfully. As he dragged his body back down he smiled and gripped at the hardening length poking at him from behind. Reaching for it he giggled playfully and sent Sasori a flirty look.
It wasn't like they hadn't had sex in the bath before. This bath sex however was more fun and relaxing than it was just kinky. Sasori knew very well he had the best husband.
Deidara reached for another bottle, this one Sasori was a tad more familiar with known as Deidara's super soft body wash. Grabbing Sasori's wrist he pooled some in the redheads hand and pulled away, lifting his hair up out of the way. "Now you can wash me, un." He said with a little wink as he flashed his lean body.
Sasori nodded and ran his hands up the chest until Deidara took over with his arms. Surely he would be as soft as ever once they got out. So soft and only he was the one who got to feel it!
"Hey Sasori Danna, can you maybe clean one more area for me please?"
Sasori blinked and looked over Deidara's body once more, "I could wash any area for you." He said as he couldn't find an area he wouldn't want to smother with his hands.
Reaching back Deidara grabbed Sasori's length and guided it behind him, around his back. It was simple really and didn't take a genius to signal what Deidara wanted.
"Of course I can 'clean' your..." Sasori froze. "Wait what?"
Feeling around blindly, Sasori grabbed at something as best as he could but slipped a few times due to his soapy hands. Trying again though he grabbed whatever was in his husband was was cautious when he pulled it out.
Deidara moaned loudly when it left him and by now Sasori had a good hunch what it was. Holding up in his view he smiled and sent his husband a smirk. "A plug huh?"
"J-just to speed things along..." Deidara sighed, stroking himself lightly as he grew harder and harder. "I know you don't like waiting and you had a r-rough day so I cleaned up with my bulb already and -"
Sasori slammed all three fingers into Deidara and curled them, hitting the blonds prostate immediately causing him to shriek.
"Danna~"
"Yeah yeah, you love me. I get it. Now, let's do it."
"Okay!"
Sasori pulled the slippery fingers out out of Deidara and sighed. The blond really was already filled with lubricant. Ah well, his husband was right and he had no complaints. Waiting at this moment would be just torture.
Bless this amazing husband he had.
Grabbing Deidara's hips, he lazily lined himself up with the tight entrance, the blond doing the other half in aiding the alinement as Sasori quickly thrusted upwards. Deidara yelped loudly and gave a gentle shove to Sasori's shoulder and a pat to his face. To Sasori, Deidara looked too flustered to be doing anything, but those gentle hits were his loving attempts to tell him not to do anything.
Deidara wanted to be in control.
Shrugging it off, Sasori leaned back and relaxed every inch of him; or at least what was possible. One could simply not retain their clutching grip to the ass of their lover perched on their hips. It was taking all of his effort not to take control of the situation, but at this moment Deidara had his other plans and he was by no means going to intervene.
Deidara gasped lightly as he sat up, letting the length inside of him slide out slowly. Having the air mattress below him made the movements cushioned as his knees and feet burled into it. Soap that remained on their bodies lingered and began to foam wherever they touched, their legs grinding together causing a lather rather than a friction.
"Un, Danna this feels so good!" Deidara whined, riding his husband faster and faster, pressing his hands against the others chest for support.
Sasori was in heaven. This was a whole new type of shower sex and he absolutely loved it. The massage, the soft mattress, the sex and then Deidara!
"Dammit Deidara," Sasori hissed as he thrust his hips to meet the blonds as best as he could. "you're the best husband a person like me could ever dream of having."
Upon hearing that Deidara growled and rolled his eyes. Lowering himself with still squeaks of moans erupting from his lips, he put them to use and kissed Sasori on the lips - his hand that was resting on the supportive chest giving the pert nub below it a rough pinch.
"Danna! What d-did I say about saying dumb-ah! Things like that~" he chastised between moans.
This time it was Sasori's turn to respond bitterly by growling and closing his eyes. Like hell he was going to look into his husbands pouty blues. They indeed had had this conversation before and Deidara had made it known he didn't like hearing the man he fell in love with and chose to marry felt so insecure. He especially didn't like to hear this during sex.
"Ahn!"
Sasori's eyes snapped open at the throaty moan. His beloved was close and was obviously getting tired of riding him.
"I'm sorry, Love." Sasori sighed, quickly shoving Deidara back onto the mattress. "My bad. As an apology let me take care of you, okay?"
"N-no I wanted- "
"To pamper me and make me feel good?" Sasori groaned, now taking control as he thrust into Deidara missionary style, grabbing his dick as well. "Just t-trust me when I say I have a wonderful life all thanks to you."
-x-
Leaning over his employee's shoulder the older male sighed at the work before him. As perusal, Sasori had always done a fine job. Sure the guy was a mess yesterday, but sometimes people had it rough! Sasori was such a great colleague though, a breakdown was bound to happen at anytime - and it had.
"Mm..." The man grunted, sniffing the air. Something smelled very... Sweet? Where was it coming from? This was just a stuffy room full of middle aged men drinking coffee. "What smells like... Watermelon?"
Sasori froze his writing and slowly looked over his shoulder. Glancing back he saw his his fellow business men had also joined in the smelling fest in search of the sweet smell. In all honesty they were just bored and tired.
Before Sasori had the chance to even shrink away an inch, the man above him leaned closer and gave him a good whiff. Oh dear god he wished this could count as sexual harassment - and that he didn't actually need this job.
"Akasuna! It's you! You smell like watermelon and... What else is that?"
Groaning he twirled his black pen in his hand and tapped it against his full notepad. Now everyone in the room was staring at him. Wonderful, simply wonderful.
Huffing, Sasori looked up at his fellow colleagues, "It's lilac." he grunted.
"Lilac?"
A few men snorted and a some even scoffed at that. This boy even went as far as to acknowledge it - name it even! This was hilarious to them. Grouchy Sasori Akasuna just out right admitting it; what a joke!
"What kind of man smells of watermelon and lilac?" One man sneered, disbelief written all over his face.
Grinding his teeth a few times, Sasori took a deep breath through his nostrils. This breath meant he too could smell himself. In fact he knew what the smell was and instead of it embarrassing him any further, it was like a throb to somewhere else down south as a recollection to what had happened the night before with his beloved and what was actually wonderful husband.
With pursed lips Sasori let out a sly sigh, "Well I'm pretty sure that most of you gentlemen know of my rough day yesterday."
Now the workmates began to laugh even louder. One grabbing at his large stomach as it jiggled when he laughed. One stroking his unkept and uneven facial stubble since he was too lazy to upkeep his appearance. One smacked his knee as he snorted loudly. They indeed had seen the redhead the day prior and how he was a complete mess.
"Listen to that! Akasuna had a rough day so he went home and had a fruity-flowery bubbly bath!"
Shaking his head, Sasori actually had no anger in his body. No embarrassment and certainly no hostility about the day prior anymore. He was at peace.
"Well, it wasn't ME who ran the bath."
The business men now sat foreword all ears. If Sasori didn't run the bath, who did?
"As soon as I came home I was greeted by my spouse, given my robe, cuddled, fed a delicious home cooked roast dinner and then was pampered to a massage in the bath as he cleaned me... oh and then a round of sex of course. No big deal though." He said point blank, feeling no fear of saying this in front of his coworkers and higher ups. "It was wonderful." He said, putting his pen down after he put the last period down on his final note.
All the older men in the room froze. Sure hearing that another guy getting such a luxurious treatment was something to be envious of; clearly. There was a word Sasori used though that really caught their attention.
Spouse.
Spouse, as in that incredibly cute little intern turned new hire Deidara, who transferred out of the building a year and a half ago. A hard worker, young and very smart. Yes Deidara, the one who wore those cute, ridiculously skinny suits that left nothing up to imagination and left the entire office near to tears when he was told he couldn't wear them anymore and had to wear proper attire. The same sweet little kid who always made sure there was a fresh pot of coffee, never took the last pastry and always had some sort of candy/mint on him for before a meeting with a client. Yes, when moving buildings made the whole office grovel in misery, all but one of course as Sasori simply kissed his new husband when he congratulated him.
They forgot that Sasori had a damn wonderful husband who loved and pampered him.
"Deidara ran the bath?"
"He made you roast?"
"Greeted you at the door?"
"With your robe?"
"Massage?"
"Th-the bath?"
All the sad men took a deep breath and soaked up the sweet smell. Ah yes, this was the clear smell of that dear, wonderful Deidara's hard work. The only thing they could feel was a strong sense of numb jealously over their lucky coworker.
"Wow Sasori..." The man above him sighed sadly leaning on the table for a sense of support as it sounded as if he were about to cry, "You sure do have a wonderful husband."
Now shuffling his papers around in his hands, Sasori couldn't help but wiggle proudly in his seat. They were right after all, they said no lies. Even after such a bad day, he still had a wonderful husband.
The most wonderful husband indeed.
part three of my bad day series. I quite enjoy writing these!
personal submission for sasodei month 2017
BYE LOSERS