It took awhile to notice, but when he did it was undeniable and downright unacceptable. That blond was up to something, or at the least, keeping a secret. Otherwise there would be no reason for this atrocity. The fact it happened so subtly over the years without Sasori catching on that is. How dare he. How dare Deidara do this to him.

"Let me play with your hair."

Deidara just stared at his husband, slowly getting up and away from the couch, "I need to make dinner, un." He said, not breaking their eye contact as he backed away from his husband.

"At three thirty?" Sasori asked, sitting there in shock. They didn't eat until five-thirty! They weren't old enough for the early bird just yet.

Still, Deidara stared his husband dead in the eyes, "Yes."

Sasori sighed and shuffled about as he twisted the tissue he kept in his sleeve, putting on a bit of an over the top act that he knew would make his husband swoon a bit, "Hmm. To be honest my dear, it seems like you've been pushing me away. You're leaving me a little... cold..."

Ah...the pouty old man act. With a hint of guilt tripping that made no sense as Deidara was anything but cold towards his husband.

Surprisingly though, Deidara outright ignored it all completely and instead got out his phone. Looking at his calendar, "Next week end. Saturday night." He said rather firmly, leaving little to no wiggle room for discussion.

"What?" Sasori scoffed crudely, breaking the meek act, "I have to schedule to play with your hair now?"

Once again Deidara made a moment of silent eye contact, "Yes." was all he said before turning around to very slowly make dinner.

The audacity of this brat! Something was definitely up and Sasori didn't like it. No, not one bit! He wanted to sit back and run his fingers through Deidara's hair right now, right this instant! Nice things always happened after he played with Deidara's hair. It was like magic as Deidara would turn twice as cuddly and even more affectionate. Like a button for the impossible as anyone would look at the couple and not believe that the blond could get any more mushy. Not only was it a good bonding session, Deidara's hair was just so nice to play with. The way it felt repeatedly going through his fingers was so very soothing.

Well, all week Sasori made subtle reaches for the hair that Deidara evaded with ease. Excusing himself at any moment his husband made a reach for his thick crown of gold. Even going as far as to physically doge the gentle touches by bowing out, stepping back and twirling to get out of there.

It was infuriating because of course Deidara wasn't always like this. Sasori clearly had noted the change. What made it so aggravating was Deidara was almost always giddy and even encouraging the touching by out right shoving his head into right Sasori's hands. However as noted, there were brief times like these where he would dodge him. In Sasori's mental notes of these instances, it seemed like it was every two or three months that he would get dodgy for a bit.

At work and sitting at his desk while detention went on, having already finished his lovely packed lunch, Sasori's mind was entirely full of his husband. Cursed thoughts as he knew he should be tearing down children instead of tearing down himself with the reason Deidara routinely feared his touch.

Scribbling mindlessly on a piece of paper he frowned. Now that he thought about it, what could have changed? Why did his husband of many long and loving years have such odd behavior in regards to his hair? Most of all, why in the world had he not noticed it even sooner? It clearly was on a bi monthly basis this was happening.

Drawing a little doodle of his husbands stupid face, he then drew the hair in question. It's not like his hairline was receding. Sure it wasn't worn in such a ridiculous style as it was when he was in his early twenties. Definitely not as 'in his face', neat, and flamboyantly ridiculous anymore, yet it still retained it's loveliness. Sasori could sum that up to Deidara's taste changing and his overall effort to up keep his appearance migrating elsewhere as he now worked out and focused even more on his art and far less attention spending hours perfecting a singular signature hairdo.

Speaking of art, since being an artist as well, Sasori could easily doodle up a bunch of different angles for a face. Head after head and hair drawing after hair drawing he still couldn't get it as each head of hair he drew from his memory was perfect. Looking at the angle that looked down on the top of Deidara's head, he grumbled into the palm of his hand making all the students flinch in fear.

Grumbling was never a good thing.

Back to his drawing, the top of the head... Why, last week he got blown by his husband, again swatted away when his hair was touched. To his recollection, although his memory of that moment may be blurry as he was very, very, very distracted and the room was dimly lit, there wasn't a bald spot up there that he could see either. It was thick as ever! Deidara was certainly aging better than he had at forty-seven. Sasori was already a little bitter about that as he was almost entirely gray by then!

Not that Sasori aged poorly. Just not as gracefully as Deidara was. If anything, on Deidara's end, he thought the age made Sasori look far too hunky. Which of course lead to the grandpa clothes that failed. Deidara then just got upset that he was now a 'hunky grandpa'.

In Sasori's mind it was Deidara who became far too hunky as he aged. Of course he could never come and out right and say that. At least, not in the way Deidara had. 'Hunky' was just not part of Sasori's vocabulary... But yes, he absolutely thought Deidara was incredibly hunky. Even if that word was unacceptable.

Thinking about his hunky husband and what he did back on that particular day though...

"Whoah!" Deidara yelped as he was jumped on, Sasori kissing his neck and clawing at his body, "You're never in the mood on a weekday!" Deidara yelped as his butt was grabbed, "Eek!"

Sasori didn't say anything, but rather pawed at his husband more as he climbed up on top of him on their bed.

"Did... ah... ah...did a bratty kid get expelled, hn?" Deidara asked between gasps as his pants were unbuckled and ripped away.

What a beast!

Sasori kissed up Deidara's chest, "No, whilst monitoring detention, I was just thinking about what you did for me last Friday."

Deidara went quiet and thought back to that day. A smirk curled on his lips as he wasn't an idiot. He knew what he did that day and he knew what he did good. Real good.

"Ohh Danna! Mm... how could you think of such naughty things while at work, hm?" He moaned to Sasori, sucking and licking his thumb as if it were-

"Well you see I thought about it while I was trying to think of why you wouldn't let me touch your hair."

Instantly Deidara's right hand was full of Sasori's face, "What?" He asked, spitting out Sasori's thumb as if it were poison.

Sasori froze as the grip on his face was quite strong. Sometimes he forgot how strong his husband was... also the fact that Deidara could gab his face and immobilize it so quickly.

"Well uh..." he mumbled, cheeks squished together by Deidara's grasp.

"Well?"

"Ahem, well I was thinking about how maybe you were balding-"

Sasori fell off the bed and onto his butt as Deidara shoved him away, running for the bathroom. Tugging at his hair, he tried to look at the top of his head with great failure, resorting to using a hand mirror for help.

Sasori walked behind Deidara and leaned against the doorway as Deidara looked for a bald spot, "Honey you're not going bald. Oh, and try not to push me off the bd like that again." He sneered with a snarky smile, "I could have fallen and been unable to get up!"

Deidara growled at his husband to which Sasori snickered back, pleased his teasing had not gone unnoticed. Sasori flinched though as Deidara kind of gasped a little as he looking into the mirrors, grabbing his shower cap and tucking all his hair up.

"Frick off Sasori!" Deidara scowled and crawled into bed. The mood absolutely ruined.

"It's only four and you're not even balding on the top of-"

"I'm sleeping!"

Absolutely ruined...

Sasori sighed. Guess he was getting some apology take-out delivered tonight.

-x-

For the final remaining days of the week, Deidara wore hats. Even while in the house, just doing laundry, working on his truck and even cooking; it was hat time. For the sanctity of their marriage, Sasori decided it would be best if he didn't question them. Okay, he was also not going to say anything for his own safety too. Even If he stared too long, he could catch Deidara's nostrils flaring in anger as if to say,

"Don't even ask, hm!"

Even Sasori knew they argued over the most stupid of things, and this had to be one of them. He still didn't even understand what Deidara was so mad about in the first place! His hair was lovely!

Thankfully Saturday came with Deidara leaving the house, hat on his head and a kiss on Sasori's cheek. Clearly things would be okay as he was given a pat on the butt and a big smile as well.

"I'll be home in a few hours, kay babe?"

"Yeah... okay."

A few hours came and went. After they went, Sasori looked away from his work and at his phone as a small picture of Deidara sitting next to Konan while they had lunch popped up. He smiled at how happy they looked. Apparently with the two of them, working together wasn't enough. Who could blame either of them? He considered the both of them to be good company. Konan was a wonderful artist that not only gave Deidara his dream job practically right out of university, but she also just took great care of him in general. She had clearly been giving Deidara good-spouse tips over the years.

Not that Deidara was ever a bad spouse! He just had different specialties around the house. Back when they were newly weds, laundry was not one of them. Fixing the car though ? Oh you bet! Clogged sink? Done! Is the toilet supposed to make that gurgling sound? Not anymore!

Deidara was quite the cute handy man who could give quite the hand-

"Ahem!" Sasori coughed as he put down the phone smiling. He had happily noticed that as Deidara had finally taken the hat off. Surely Deidara would now come home peachy as ever. Sasori just couldn't wait to run his fingers through those locks again that he was practically giddy.

Sitting in his spot on the couch, he chucked to himself quietly. All this hair talk and Deidara being with Konan, he could recall how dumb he was when he actually believed that Konan's hair was actually blue. Everyone laughed at him for that. For years and years.

"Ahh, I was young and stupid..." he sighed, playing his favorite word game on his tablet. Then a thought went through his head. In that photo...

Pausing his game and picking phone back up, he raised his eyebrows at Konans blue hair. Not as bright as it once was when she was young, but still a lovely shade of blue. In fact, just last week it was fading to gray, and scrolling up a couple photos was a cute picture of Deidara sitting at work, Konan in the background with a more musty gray and blue hued hair.

"Hm." He shrugged, "She must have just dyed it." And went to put the phone back down.

Sasori then went quiet and once more looked at the most recent photo, "She... must have just dyed it." Looking at his husband's gold mane he shook his head, "There...There's no way..."

Yeah! There was no way Deidara was going to a salon and secretly getting his hair dyed. Deidara had once made such a huge deal over loving Sasori no matter how much he aged. In fact, how supportive Deidara was when he found his first few gray hairs. Incredibly supportive. Happy almost. So surely Deidara wouldn't care when he himself would go gray, right?

-x-

Sitting on the couch, with Deidara leaning back against his chest, Sasori ran his fingers though Deidara's hair. The strands were thick and healthy, golden and shiny and as beautiful as the day they met.

"Mmm... Danna that's nice." Deidara sighed as his toes curled. He honestly really did love having his hair played with. What really made it the bees knees was it was Sasori's delicate and loving touch. The best touch. "Mmm, I love you..."

Sasori craned his head foreword while Deidara dipped his head back further, pecking him on the lips, "I love you too."

As he played with Deidara's hair, he looked at the perfectly perfect hair. It was perfect. Too perfect. No way a man at the age of forty-seven would have hair the same as when he was nineteen. Yes! As he played with the hair, he looked high and low for a single gray strand. Nothing! It was flawlessly golden! Even the roots. It wasn't fair! It wasn't natural; It couldn't be!

"Hey love?"

"Mmmmya?"

"I just wanted to say thank you."

Deidara opened his eyes and looked up, "Whaddya mean, hn?"

"For loving me unconditionally."

"Daw! Danna, I'll love you no matter what! If you cheat on me though... I'll snap your neck with my thighs and drag you to hell when you feel like you're in heaven, hn." Deidara gushed with an overwhelmingly sweet smile.

Sasori chuckled, "Oh yes, you need not remind me of that threat."

"Why do you wanna thank me for that though? Kinda sudden don't you think, hm?

Sasori slowed the hair playing, "Well you see, seeing your beautiful hair just reminds me of when I was your age. Nearly all gray... I'm not only envious, but I feel bad I couldn't retain my color as long as you have..."

Deidara stared up at his husband, teeth clenched, "Yyyyup. It's great to be me!"

"Such lovely hair... not a single gray."

"Yyyyup... Ah! But my beard!" Deidara pointed to his freshly shaven face, "it's going gray right?!"

"You're right. It is."

"So I'm gray too ha ha ha haaah."

Sasori smiled and nodded. Goodness was his husband not a good liar.

"You know Deidara, I was once so scared about you not loving me when my hair started turning gray and wrinkled. For so long I believed you were lying just to make me feel better. Such a long time as I hated it."

Deidara swallowed hard.

"But now I know you were telling the truth. When you go gray too, I know down to my core that I too will love you. In fact, going gray together with you is exactly what I signed up for when we got married."

Deidara's lips curled down.

"As you know, I will love you for all eternity, Deidara."

"Buuuuugwah!" Deidada whined, turning his body and burying his face into Sasori's stomach as Sasori recited his vows, "I love you so much, hmmm!" His cries now muffled by one of Sasori's many sweater vests.

"I love you too honey."

Looking up into his Danna's warm and loving eyes, Deidara's lip curled again, "I'm a sham!"

"Sham?" Sasori asked, big doe eyes blinking, "What, do you not like my gray hair?"

"No! I love your gray crown!" Deidara screeched, reaching up and grabbing Sasori's face for the second time this week. Kissing the top of his head repeatedly he gushed, "I've been a fraud for so long now!"

"What?" Sasori asked, even though he knew well at this point.

"I dye my hair, hn!"

Sasori hummed quietly, "What a clever idea! Wish I had thought of that for a while."

"Huh?"

"It's okay to dye your hair. In fact I saw that Konan just got hers done."

Deidara stopped his whining and bellyaching and just held Sasori's face, "Okay spill. When did you figure me out, hm?"

"Earlier today when you sent me that picture." Sasori kissed Deidara's palm, "You were absolutely breathtaking in that photo."

Deidara dove in closer and gave him a long passionate kiss, "So you're not mad I kept it a secret?"

"Not at all. But I must ask... for how long?"

Deidara sighed and looked away, "Long time."

"Like when you turned forty?"

"..."

"Thirty five?"

"..."

"Thirty!?"

"..."

"Deidara!?"

"Well, twenty four was when I found my first gray hair, hn."

"Oh, well that's just one..." Sasori reasoned.

Shrugging a bit, Deidara then made a few awkward faces, "I just plucked it and then by the time I was twenty eight I had to start dying it."

"I'm sure it wasn't that noticeable."

Landing on his desired expression, he clenched his teeth and narrowed his eyes. Apparently it was noticeable enough.

"Oh my goodness..." Sasori chuckled, pulling Deidara in close for a hug, "Is that why you were so okay with me going gray?"

Deidara scoffed, "I won't lie, kinda. The fact I went gray before you was just embarrassing, hm!"

"And you really really like my gray hair?"

Deidara smiled as he tucked a wispy gray lock behind Sasori's ear and smiled, "Honestly in a perfect world, you'd look like you did on the day we got married forever..."

Sasori laughed and ran a hand through Deidara's hair, "Is that so?"

"That suit fit your cute tush so well. And you were so handsome in your little bow tie, hm."

Sighing heavily, Sasori couldn't help but think about that day in the courthouse either, he could close his eyes and just see Deidara standing before him with a big smile. And when he opened his eyes? He was still there smiling.

"I love you Deidara."

"I love you too, Danna. But I'm going to keep dying my hair."

"Of course you will." Sasori scoffed, digging his hand deep in the blond locks and messing it about like you would a fluffy dog.

Not that Deidara minded.


wow. i could NOT stop making small changes to this ALL WEEK.
bye bye losers! see you all later for halloween special~~