"Tilt your head up, and don't move," Magoichi grumbled with highly audible frustration. At this point, between the adrenaline from his now much cooler temper and the alcohol rushing into full swing, Masamune couldn't feel much from his bleeding nose, but bitterly cursed regardless at the inconvenience.

"You good there, short stuff," Keiji murmured with a trace of humor, only agitating the brunette more as he managed to look over.

"I'd be better had you of just taken the hit. You act like it would've actually scratched you."

"Well, it definitely did more than scratch."

"Shut up, before i put a bullet in you too."

Keiji bursted into laughter as Magoichi ran into the busy nightclub to get napkins. The blonde's voice rang throughout Masamune's head in a way that ease throbbing in his temples but made him grit his teeth, nonetheless Keiji shuffled over to bring a hand to the shorter male's face to check the severity. Masamune felt his face warm in their embrace, steadily huffing a ball of hot air from his bloodstained lips.

"Well, you got lucky, thankfully, he didn't break your nose, just slightly split it. Might've fractured it."

"Fan-fucking-tastic..." Masamune grumbled, catching a bit of his blood on tongue. The taste of iron and sugar settled in his mouth in a sinful sort of way as he almost deepened his frown.

Keiji ran a hand through the brunette's short layered locks, tilting his head to better assess the situation with a sense of delicacy, earning pleased noise from Masamune, fluttering his eye shut. Keiji cautiously applied pressure against the beginning of the bridge, earning a muffled wince from the recipient.

"The skin is split but your nose seems fine, mostly," Keiji murmured, grazing his thumb across Masamune's cheek to soothe away the pain from the sudden pressure. The skin was burning under his thumb, which made Keiji sport the smallest of frowns.

"Stop with the seriousness," Masamune griped lowly, his breathing becoming jagged as he reopened his eye, "it doesn't suit you."

"What can I say, you've persuaded me to take the blame," The blonde sighed, placing a smirk on his lips just for a moment before reverting back to that of slight worry at sound of Masamune's breath.

"Hey, don't talk too much. I don't need you drowning in your blood or something."

"Fuck off.." Masamune grumbled out in an almost sweetened tone, as he briefly locked eyes with the taller male. Keiji quietly chuckled as a particular stroke of his thumb sent the boy leaning into his touch, eye fluttering shut once more. The moment lasts for just a few minutes longer before Magoichi bursted through the back door of the club, cloth in hand for the wounded nose.

"Sorry, the rest of the group decided on going home. They're taking Gracia, so we can take him to hospital if we need to."

"I don't need that, just take me home," Masamune managed, turning his face in Keiji's hand.

"Come on, shortstack, we just wanna make sure it isn't worse than we think."

"Fuck that, I'm not going without Kojuro, or else I'll never hear the end of him worrying."

"Alright, fine, but you need to go either when we get there or first thing in the morning."

Masamune grumbled in agreement, as Magoichi handed the cloth to Keiji, to clean up the brunette's face. The two older men conversed about his condition while prodding softly at his face, earning a frustrated look from the injured boy. He lazily swatted at most of them, save for the one hold the cloth to his face.

"Come on, my neck is getting tired," He finally whined, huffing lightly. The two looked at each other before inaudibly agreeing, helping the boy to the car.

"We can take him tomorrow, while you take care of more pressing matters," Keiji offered to a surprisingly calm Kojuro. The older man simply shook his head, crossing his arms as leaning against the bar counter in their kitchen.

"There's no need, I'll see to the appointment personally, just in case. What happened to the man responsible?"

"He was filled with 3 bullets in the forehead by yours truly," Magoichi sarcastically griped point as the miserable sharpshooter slouched back in the bar stool, head laying back against the cold surface of the counter behind him, which was a nice change of pace.

"Is that Sarcasm i hear, Magoichi?"

"Only tender love, Masamune," the former sighed, a look of exhaustion waving over his face for only a moment, and the younger male neglected to glance over at the man.

"Awww how sweet of you, Mago, I'm flattered."

"You know what else is very sweet? Not shooting everyone that looks twice at you."

"Suck my dick, Magoichi, " Masamune spat immediately, without hesitation, earning a unsurprised eye roll from his friend, as Keiji finally stepped in.

"The bleeding has slowed just a bit, but I checked and the injury shouldn't be that bad."

"Well that's a relief, at the least," Kojuro huffed as he looked over at the Brunette, watching as he reached for what seemed like a bottle of alcohol.

"Well, if you'll excuse me, I have a mess to take care of, but if you'd like, I'm sure Masamune would be more than okay with keeping you up to date on the situation."

"Yeah, I'm sure he'll do just that," Magoichi sighed as the two saw themselves out, and Kojuro took the bottle from the miserable boy's hands.

"We'll be having none of that, for starters."

"Oh come on, give me a fucking break."

"I'm afraid that would be one too many," Kojuro simply responded, moving to help get Masamune out of his bloodied clothing.

"I can still hear, you know," Masamune huffed, as he stopped the tedious hand undressing him with his own, "Not to mention, i think you're forgetting something."

"That would be," Kojuro egged on, hand settling on his warm rising chest, watching as Masamune slowly opened his eye, thumb lightly caressing Kojuro's hand.

"Stop fucking with me and kiss me," Masamune griped, quickly closing the space between the two with a rough tug to Kojuro's shirt. A pair of lips came crashing onto his bloody ones, setting for a surprisingly pleasant tone. The kiss only got softer from there, as Masamune placed a free hand against Kojuro's cheek, lips finding themselves unsatisfied with the separation.

"M'Sorry, need air..."

"You need to get cleaned up as well," Kojuro added, licking off what little blood he could from his lips as he peeled off the rest of the shirt from the brunette, "I can't imagine blood being the first thing I want to taste when we kiss."

"And yet your actions say otherwise," Masamune mindlessly teased before getting up to put on a much more comfortable shirt. Kojuro could only smile as he placed Masamune's dirty shirt in the wash, passing by the linen closet to grab a hand towel. By the time Masamune re-emerged from his room, Kojuro was waiting, warm damp cloth in hand, earning a far too familiar grumble from the shorter male.

"Kojuro, no we are not going--"

"Your nose is still bleeding. If you broke something, we need to take care of that now."

"For once, I'm willing to admit I just wanna lay down and sleep with you, can't we just do that!"

"Of course! After we check your nose," Kojuro assured with a swift smile, before placing the cloth against his nose to clean up fresh blood. There was a quiet yelp before a pout only earning the look of "told you so" from his lover.

"You keep the cloth here, and I'll start up the car."

"Yeah, whatever.." Masamune murmured, knowing full and well he lost the situation. He'd be lying if he said his nose wasn't in excruciating pain, but at this point nap sound far valuable than anything else.

A hospital visit or three later, and Masamune was back to normal, allbeit to his dismay, seeing as Kojuro wasn't nearly at his side as much as he was working.