"Am I really a heartless jerk?"

Startled, Deidada looked up at his husband and away from reheating a pot of soup. To be honest he was getting a little tired of eating the soup, but he slaved over a hot stove preparing this for his sick baby! Like hell he was going to waste it- and have to cook another meal. Let alone that Sasori could hardly even taste at the moment. So what did it matter that he serve his husband another bowl of bland mush for the second time in a day?

Hopefully this would be the last night. God he hoped they finished it off.

Glancing his husband up and down, Deidara stroked his newly styled handle bar mustache in thought-

"AH!" Sasori shrieked.

"Baby I love it when you scream, hm."

"What the hell is on your face?"

Deidara stopped stroking his new facial art, "Hm, now I'm gonna need another moment to ponder my response to that first question ya had there."

Approaching Deidara quickly, Sasori grabbed an envelope of bills and immediately began swatting his giggly blond on the head with it,

"Shave it off, shave it off, SHAVE IT OFF!"

Deidara snorted away, maneuvering around Sasori's thin waist and pinching his butt, causing the older man to flinch. Of course Deidara took immediate advantage of that jerking movement and thrust his hips forward-

"Eek!"

"I love ya baby." Deidara swooped in quickly, kissing Sasori on the side of his nose and leaving quite the face smudge against his glasses. "Welcome home, hn."

Sasori took a deep, crackled, breath and sighed as he accepted the gesture of affection. Removing his glasses, he cleaned them with the edge of his sweater vest and a few hot breaths. When he was done he looked up at his dork of a husband, trying to see past the new 'stache.

"I love you too."

"I know," Deidara smiled widely, turning to stir his soup and switch off the burner, "you told me when I visited you at work today, hm."

"Right."

"And In front of all of those students." Deidara continued to taunt.

Sasori scoffed, "They couldn't have heard me."

"But ya did!" Deidara laughed again, kissing Sasori on the lips this time, "Mm... Cherry cough drops."

"Sheesh, is dinner ready yet?" Sasori scowled, pressing both hands against Deidara's chest as he turned away.

"Yes, yes. Sit down and I'll serve us up some soup."

"Tsk."

"What was that, hmm?"

"Nothing! I can't wait to eat that soup you made for me yet again. I could eat it forever it's so good!"

Deidara stared at Sasori with narrow eyes. Thanks to the cold he could very well hear the lying tone in Sasori's voice. The once very convincing little liar now spoke as if his pants were on fire. Still, in both hands was the heavy pot of soup he knew very well they were both sick of, and on his face was the handle bar mustache he knew they both thought looked incredible dumb. Yet he still ate the soup, and when he gave Sasori his welcome home kiss earlier, he didn't recoil when he knew very well he was going to have to... bump faces with the mustache.

"You're not heartless, Danna." Deidara said now placing a basket of warmed buns on the table, "I'm a lot to love. You'd need a big heart to put up with," he gestured to himself, "alla this, hn."

Sasori looked up from his seat at the dining table in the kitchen, breathing heavily as he caught his breath from a small coughing fit. He smiled at Deidara as he was personally served his dinner, "Well, you are the best thing to love."

Giggling shyly, Deidara pushed back Sasori's hair and kissed his wrinkled forehead, "I love you, Danna."

"I love you too, brat." Sasori said, the warmth of that one kiss on his forehead sending tingles down his spine and to his toes. When he looked up though he sighed heavily, "But please for the love of god, please I beg of you, shave your face."

Before Deidara could say another word-

"ALL of it."

"Tsk!" Deidara crossed his arms, "You're not heartless, but you're one helluva jerk, hmph!"


Sasori is not a heartless jerk. just a jerk. but look how lovey dovey the are. good stuff. BYE LOSERS