Parker's Legacy | Damon Salvatore, Malachai Parker

07

CHAPTER SEVEN
BROTHERS' CONJURED HOPE

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WOUNDED, DAMON SAT upright on his comfortable bedding. He groaned as he roamed his hands around his physique, his shirt was soaked in crimson. He tried to recall what had happened last night: Oh, right... Kai had staked him with a wooden piece and left him there pinned to the wall.

Damon lifted the hem of his shirt before removing it completely and throwing it on the floor. He traced his fingers on his muscular chest only to find his wound completely healed. Guess being a vampire has its perks.

"Hey, Dam—"

Henrique's words trailed off as he entered Damon's room, his eyes immediately fixated on Damon's shirtless form. His breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, he forgot the reason he had come in. The sight of Damon's well-defined chest and sculpted muscles sent a rush of desire through him.

Damon, sensing Henrique's distraction, could not help but smirk. "What are you doing here?" He knew the effect his physique had on his boyfriend. With a playful tone, he teased. "Earth to Henry? Hello?"

Henrique blinked, snapping out of his reverie, his cheeks tinged with a hint of blush. "Huh? Oh, I, uh, came in to check on you," he stammered, his gaze finally meeting Damon's eyes. "Are you okay? You looked like you were bleeding a lot last night. I had to bring you to your room because you were unconscious."

Damon's smirk softened into a warm smile as he got up from the bed and approached Henrique. He placed a gentle hand on Henrique's cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over his lips. "I'm better now, all thanks to you," he whispered, leaning in for a tender kiss.

As their lips met, any lingering worries or distractions melted away, and the two lovers were once again lost in the comfort of each other's embrace.

Henrique broke away from the kiss before lifting a tray in his hands. "Here, I brought you a bag of blood and a herbal tea that I infused with some healing spell. The herbal tea will soothe your aching wound or just relaxes you."

Damon chuckled. "Tea made by you? I'll take it," he took the tray and put it on the nightstand by his bedside. "Where did you get the blood bag from?"

"Wasn't me. It was Kai. He drove down to the hospital in your convertible and got a stash of blood bags," Henrique replied, eyeing the gorgeous man in front of him.

"Kai? What? Why would he?" Damon asked, focusing on the primary topic, totally ignoring the convertible bit.

"Because."

Damon and Henrique both turned to face Kai, who leaned casually against the doorframe, a smug grin playing on his lips. He took a crisp bite of an apple, seemingly unfazed by the tension that filled the room.

Damon raised an eyebrow. "Because? Care to elaborate, Kai?"

Kai shrugged, taking another bite of the apple before speaking. "Because I figured you might be hungry when you woke up, and I didn't want you to go on a rampage in search of a meal. After all, I did stake you to a wall last night. You lost a ton of blood. Least I could do, right?"

Henrique could not help but roll his eyes at Kai's nonchalant attitude. "You didn't have to do that. We could've managed."

Kai merely smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Ah, but where's the fun in that? Plus, I didn't do it for any of you. Was just bored."