"Will you love me when I am old and wrinkly?"
Deidara stared at his husband of five years as he lounged on the couch reading a magazine. He was twenty-four now and Sasori fourty. Yes they got married quickly, but they just knew they were destined for eternity... as much as the blond hated the idea. Yet he didn't hate it when it involved the redhead.
That's how he knew this man standing before him was the one.
Deidara was aware of the situation when he started dating the man and even more aware of it when he married the man. Yet there wasn't a moment he wasn't swooning over the guy. Be it his looks or his actions, his passion or his faults; Deidara loved this man.
Narrowing his eyes and crinkling his nose as if he had to think about it, he painfully drew it out. Humming and sucking his teeth, tapping his fingers and chewing his bottom lip...
"Well?"
"Yeah I can see you being stuck with me until you're cold and dead."
"Wow, Deidara. Romantic."
"Love you, babe." Deidara chuckled as he sat up and tossed the magazine to the side. Now having room for Sasori on the couch, he patted for him to join him, "What's up my man?"
"Don't call me your 'man'." Sasori hissed as he took that seat next to Deidara. "I'm your 'husband'. Not one of your 'mans' like I'm some sort of drinking buddy."
As soon as he took his seat was done complaining, Deidara was on him like a child approaching a playground. "Baby, what's wrong?"
Accepting the 'baby' in place happily- though he would never admit it or show it. Of course he couldn't dispute it even if he wanted it to. He was indeed Deidara's baby. No buts about it.
"It's just..."
"What?" Deidara asked pecking Sasori's plump lips as he stay straddling his lap, moving his wispy bangs out from his face, "Tell me what's on your mind." he whispered genuinely, pecking him now on the forehead.
Oh that was his Danna's soft spot that made his toes curl.
"I..."
"You..."
Sasori sighed and looked Deidara dead in the eyes, "I found a gray hair."
Deidara continued to stare at the sad, almost fearful look in his husband's eyes. Then he looked at the beautiful red locks he wove his fingers through. The hair he would nuzzle into as he traced his fingers along his husband's strong arms while Sasori would press his face into his chest while they cuddled.
Gray hair huh? On Sasori?
Deidara moaned.
"What."
Grabbing Sasori's face he threw the man into a whole hot and heavy make out session. It was messy and rough, but there was no way Sasori could get out of it even if he wanted to. Which he didn't.
"What the?" Sasori panted as Deidara pulled away slightly. "What-"
"Frick, you're gonna look so hot with gray hair..." Deidara growled as his imagination got the better of him. Even the mental image of the gray hair he thought of the man with wrinkles. No matter what, Sasori was only ever going to be seen by the rose coloured glasses Deidara had on for him.
When Sasori was a sick, snotty and sweaty mess? Deidara wasted not a moment in catering to his poor honey bunny. No phlegm about it. So why would gray hair or wrinkles be any different?
"You're really okay if I go gray?"
"Danna," Deidara kissed the man's forehead with repeated feathery kisses, "you could dye your hair green, purple and pink and I would still love you."
Sasori smiled as Deidara resumed with the light kisses, "You mean it?"
"Of course! But..." Deidara looked the man in the eyes once more, "Maybe not...dye it crazy colours."
"You brat," Sasori sighed, giving Deidara's thigh a light pinch as he in a way retracted his statement. "I'll try not to, just for you."
-x-
Sasori stood in front of the mirror, feeling mighty fine after making his husband of fifteen years howl like a cat in heat. Looking in the mirror he then sighed as he tugged lightly and then firmly at his sagging features. His hair wasn't entirely gray just yet, but was pretty damn close. He wasn't balding as his hair was still as thick as ever. But damn was he sore now. Especially after that romp. It was a miracle he could still even stand at the moment let alone keep up in the bed. Deidara was wild!
Popping some painkillers, he returned to his stunning husband, who lay there no longer a panting mess but rather basking in pure happiness of the after sex bliss, with a wet wash cloth. As he wiped down the still effervescent young blond of thirty-five with care, he frowned.
"Will you...still love me when I'm a old and wrinkly?"
Bliss disturbed, Deidara opened an eye and glared at his husband, "this sounds familiar, hmmm..."
"Mm..."
"Well," Deidara sighed, "you still manage to turn me on with that gray hair of yours." He laughed. "Turn me way on."
"Deidara..."
Sitting up, Deidara rest a hand on Sasori's cheek and pecked his forehead as he pushed the gray hair aside, "I love you so much, you don't even know."
Sasori smiled as he kissed Deidara's palm, "Thank you."
"Ya gotta stop asking me this though, hmph."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, man! Like, you're making me feel like I don't make my love for you shown enough that you start to question it, hm"
Sasori frowned as he head tilted downward in shame, "I guess I never thought of it that way."
Making a few grand gestures before resting his hands to drag Sasori down to the bed with him, "Well, guess I'll just have to make my love more known!"
Sasori froze as a thought occurred. Deidara already was pretty hands on, emotional and incredibly public with his affection. Was there really a way he could... do more? "You really don't have to." He cringed as he now wasn't sure he could take anymore of Deidara's love.
"Oh hell Yeah I can!"
-x-
Sixty, wrinkled, gray and feeling sore; Sasori was content. He would always look in the mirror and of course be unhappy with the sight as his once beautiful youth had withered away. However when he turn around or enter the next room the awful feelings would vanish as Deidara would smother the hell out of him. Smother.
How this incredibly sexy man could writhe and coo in delight at every little thing he did; Sasori would never know! He was pampered and spoiled beyond belief by the blond who just seemed to be a creature with unending love and affection for him. Some people would call it suffocating, but Sasori found it...kinda suffocating too, yet he just accepted it as he originally brought it on himself by being too needy.
Besides! It's not like he would ever tell Deidara to stop because of course he couldn't dispute it; even if he wanted it to. Which he didn't. Suffocating in Deidara's love wasn't all that bad after all. Many people often looked on in jealously.
He couldn't blame them. Deidara was a gorgeous forty-something year old.
"I'm off the work now." Sasori smiled as Deidara walked him to the door, handing the old teacher his specially prepped tin lunch box.
"I love you Danna." Deidara gushed as he kissed the man on his wrinkled forehead, "Be safe and try not to get too pissed at the kids." He gave Sasori's chest a pat, "Don't you go stressing out that heart of mine."
Sasori turned his head a little and narrowed his eyes as Deidara referenced the vows he had made for the blond on their wedding day; vowing to give his heart to him.
"I'll certainly try, but there are quite the bunch of idiot juniors this year."
"You say that every year, hn!"
"I love you Deidara."
"I love you Danna."
Sasori kissed Deidara who happily accepted it, "You have yourself a good day at work too."
"Yes Danna..." Deidara sighed, kissing Sasori on the lips once more only to get a really great response, "Do you really gotta go to work?"
"Mm..." Sasori pulled away a little as he noticed Deidara begin to cling, "Yes."
"Frick." Slapping Sasori's chest again before the man could turn around he chuckled and then gave the old man a flirty swat on the butt. "Get outta here you man of mass seduction, hm!"
Sasori didn't say anything about the butt smack that took place publicly on his front steps but rather as he walked away he gave a little fist pump. Now matter how old and wrinkly- he's still got it!
thats right i made deidara say frick
do u like it mushy and romantic? i got u some mushy with a side order of romance
Bye for now losers!'
