Disclaimer: I don't own The Vampire Diaries but these boys are really meant to be together (In my mind)
Damon had sat for four hours staring at Alaric's lifeless body with nothing, not even a nerve twitch from Alaric. Damon wouldn't believe that his best-friend was dead, not forever. Damon finally moved his eyes away from Alaric's pale face and dragged his eyes down to the mess on his shirt. He suddenly felt angry with himself for leaving Alaric in that state and pushed his aching body up, his hand reaching out as he traced his fingers down the side of Alaric's jaw.
"I'm just going to go get some things to clean you up." Alaric's skin was too cold for the human "and we'll warm you up." Damon tried to smile but the corners of his lips barely turned upwards.
Damon made his way to the door, he stood for a moment in the doorway, staring at Alaric's still body then he forced himself to make his way to the kitchen. Damon searched the cupboards for a basin, he opened the fridge door and grabbed two bottles of water; thinking that Alaric would be thirsty when he woke up. Damon left the kitchen with his items and made his way to the bathroom upstairs. He ran the taps together mixing the hot and cold water to a perfect temperature, he grabbed the face cloth and a towel. Damon carried the items back to the bedroom; laying the basin and two bottles of water on the bed side cabinet and the face cloth and towel on the free side of the bed. Damon made his way to Alaric's wardrobe and pulled out a pair of warm looking gray sweats and a navy blue long sleeved t-shirt. He laid the clothing items down with the towels and circled the bed until he was standing next to Alaric. Damon gently unbuttoned the blood crusted shirt and slowly lifted Alaric's body into a sitting position to push the shirt off his body. He laid Alaric's body back down and threw the shirt into the waste basket. Damon leaned over Alaric's body and grabbed the face cloth and dipped it into the water; wringing the excess water from the cloth he pressed the cloth onto Alaric's chest and wiped the blood from his chest. The gaping wound seemed smaller than what Damon thought it would be but he tried to avoid looking at the nasty injury. He managed to get the dry crusting blood off of Alaric's chest and dumped the cloth into the basin. Damon rolled his eyes at his thoughtlessness and spoke a soft "I'll be right back." before he left the room, searching the bathroom he came across a first-aid kit and made his way back to Alaric's room. He sat back down in the seat and opened the kit; ulling out a disinfectant wipe, a roll of bandage and bandage tape. He pulled the wipe out of it's little packet and gently wiped around the edges of the wound; wrapping the wipe in it's packet once he was finished he threw it into the bin. As Damon began to unwind the roll of bandages the front door opened. Damon tensed immediately; wincing as his body tightened too much with the bullets still in his body.
"Damon?" Rose's strong English accent carried up the stairs towards him.
Relaxing his muscles he started unrolling the bandages again. He took the small pair of scissors out of the kit and cut the bandage to the perfect width and length to Alaric's wound and placed it on his chest. Damon heard the fridge door open as Rose began to unpack something for the fridge. Damon taped the bandage into place as gentle as possible. He pulled the duvet off of Alaric's body and unbuckled the belt, unsnapped the button and pulled the zipper down on Alaric's jeans and began to shimmy them down Alaric's cold legs.
"Oh!" Rose removed herself from the doorway and pressed her back against the wall in the hallway; she didn't know if Alaric had woken up from the last time Stefan was here and from her years of being a vampire she had been able to block out the sound of heart-beats so easily.
"I'm only changing him." Damon's emotionless mono-tone voice carried out to Rose.
"Sorry." She replied, awkwardly. A long pause then she spoke up again "Hows he doing?"
"How does he look, Rose?" Damon snapped as he threw the blood stained jeans into the bin instead of the hamper.
"Do you think he's going-"
"Yes." Damon replied with a hard voice and began to pull the gray sweats onto Alaric.
"I'm sure he will." Rose replied but she had doubt that he would wake-up.
"He's just healing." Damon mumbled. "Then he'll wake up and everything will be okay." He added as he pulled the duvet up over Alaric's body.
Rose looked at Damon's back, her eyes filled with pity because she knew he was hurting "Let's get you cleaned up." Rose watched as Damon sagged back into the hard seat with a wince.
Damon nodded in agreement and watched as she placed two blood bags onto the already full bed-side cabinet and made her way towards the wardrobe. She pulled out a second pair of gray sweats and a white v-neck t-shirt. Damon ripped his own shirt off and threw it into the bin, kicking of his shoes and pulling off his wrecked jeans. Damon winced as he had to gouge his fingers into the wounds and pull the bullets out of his skin, sighing happily as he enjoyed the feel of the wounds slowly closing up. He pulled the sweats on and then the t-shirt. Damon grabbed the blood bag and drank heavily from it until it was emptied of it's last drop before greedily started on the other one.
"Is there anything I can do?" Rose asked, softly.
"No." Damon mumbled, lips still sealed around the second blood bag, his eyes not leaving Alaric's body.
"Would you like me to stay?"
"No, We'd like to be alone- I mean, I would."
"Okay, Bonnie will be here before nightfall to put a spell on the house, like the one she put on Elena's to keep her going out, but this one is for anyone coming in, in case he comes here."
"Thank-you." Damon looked over his shoulder at her and smiled softly.
Rose left and Damon listened to her close the door softly. He leaned forward and clasped his hand over Alaric's. His thumb moving gently yet subconsciously over Alaric's hand.
"I'm just going to tidy this stuff up so, don't be afraid to wake-up, I'll still be here." Damon stood up, still holding Alaric's hand "I'm not leaving you." Damon said softly
He placed Alaric's hand back down and picket up the basin, shoved the towel under his arm and picked up the empty blood bags, throwing them into the bin and made his way to the kitchen. He emptied the pinkish water down the drain and let the bowl soak in steamy hot water, he threw the towel and cloth into the washing machine and made his way back upstairs. A soft voice he could barely make-out traveled through the walls to his ears and he heightened his senses to hear Bonnie's low chanting outside the house. Damon made his way towards the front door and only opened it when the chant finished.
"Damon." Bonnie's face turned into one of surprise; lips parting, a small gasp leaving her, her eyes slightly widening.
Bonnie stared at Damon, the look he had of pure devastation, heart-ache, exhaustion and hope all mixed together.
"Thank-you, Bonnie." Damon softly spoke to her.
Bonnie's heart ached softly at the sound of her new found friend's voice at how broken and lifeless it sounded.
"You're welcome." Bonnie replied, a soft smile gracing her lips.
"I'm going to..." Damon trailed off, jagging his thumb over his shoulder.
"Of course."
Damon closed the door softly and made his way back upstairs. Entering the room he had hope that maybe Alaric had woken up but there, Alaric laid; lifeless and a gray pale colour. Damon made his way to Alaric and cupped Alaric's jaw.
"Come on, please." Damon whispered as he leaned his face closer and pressed a kiss to Alaric's forehead "Please, wake-up."
Damon sat back down and clasped his hand around Alaric's. A few hours slowly ticked by as Damon sat still, only his thumb moving in languid circles on Alaric's hand; at times he would squeeze Alaric's hand and whisper soft "Come on.", "Please." and "Wake-up." Damon relaxed into the hard seat; his body shutting down to sleep. His eyes fluttered closed and his grip on Alaric tightened. He was dragged sharply out of his near sleep with a large gasp and his hand moving. His eyes shot open to Alaric, the man now sitting, gripping at his chest as he blinked harshly and began to look around the room.
"Damon." Alaric breathed out, his voice rough as his eyes landed on the vampire that looked the same yet so different.
"Alaric." Damon whispered in return, the colour back in Alaric's skin but still looking exhausted.
Alaric swung himself over the bed and flung himself at Damon; his lips crashing onto Damon's as he tangled his fingers in Damon's dark locks and held on tightly, moaning softly at the taste of Damon, which faintly tasted of blood making Alaric cringe.
Damon pulled back sitting Alaric back down on the bed with a dazed expression. He pulled the hem of Alaric's shirt up and pulled the bandage away; the tape ripping at the hairs on Alaric's chest caused him to wince.
"Sorry." Damon quickly apologized
Staring at where the gaping injury had been was nothing more than slightly discolouring. Damon relaxed and breathed out a sigh of relief.
"You're okay." He whispered as he sat back down on the seat.
"And you?" Alaric asked, grabbing Damon's hand.
"I'm fucking brilliant." Damon breathed out.
"And, Logan?" Alaric asked, his face turning hard.
Damon's shoulders slumped "I tried." Damon looked away from Alaric "and I failed and he got away."
"You were hurt!" Alaric exclaimed
"That's no excuse, Ric." Damon mumbled.
"We'll get him later."
"I'll get him later." Damon whipped his head to look at Alaric this time "I'm not letting you near him ever again." Damon hissed out.
Alaric didn't want to argue with Damon but he wouldn't let Damon go on his own, not again. A brief pause before Alaric tugged on Damon's hand, pulling him to the bed. "Come on, you look exhausted."
Damon nodded softly and climbed into bed with Alaric. Each of them holding the other as if their lives depended on it. Damon buried his nose in the joint of Alaric's neck and shoulder and inhaled deeply; his muscles finally relaxing he let his eyes drift closed.
"You're wearing my clothes." Damon felt Alaric's fingers tease the waist band of the sweats.
Damon smirked softly as he remember Rose giving him the clothes to dress in and how soft they felt against his skin compared to his crisp shirts, jeans and leather jackets.
"I wear them well don't I?" Damon's smirk could be heard in his voice.
"Mhm." Alaric moaned as he kissed his way to Damon's lips.
"Are you okay?" Damon asked as he accidentally nudged Alaric where his injury had been.
I'm more than okay. "Yes." Alaric smiled softly.
"Okay." Damon's hand snaked under the t-shirt and rested gently over the disappeared wound.
He rolled Alaric onto his back and claimed his lips in a heated kiss, their mouths opening and their tongues tasting each other. They both moaned into each others mouths before pulling back.
"I'm glad you're alive." Damon whispered out; eyes still closed lips touching as he spoke the words.
All Alaric did was smile in return but something in his eyes shone for a second before he masked it and burrowed himself into Damon. Damon had missed the flicker of emotion in Alaric's eyes. He was pulled down to lying next to Alaric and a soft kiss placed on his neck.
"Goodnight, Damon." Alaric whispered out softly.
Damon looked at the window to see from the light shining through the crack that it was sun set, he rolled slightly to face Alaric and held him close, reveling in the sound of his beating heart as he whispered his own goodnight. He fell asleep with a smile of his face to the sound of the steady beating from Alaric's very alive heart.
A/N
I hope you enjoyed these two chapters. I don't know if I like the ending to this chapter or not. I haven't got much of an authors note now so...
Reviews are Dalaric love, people.