Samandriel let himself be moved, even moved with Damon to make his rise to standing that much smoother. He listened to Damon, of course, but most of his attention was focused on watching the other man, on both seeing and feeling the conflict within him. It was much like being smacked with two different bricks at the same time and Samandriel was pretty sure it felt all the more painful for Damon. He took the bottle anyway, moving around Damon to sit in the chair he’d just vacated. It seemed a wiser choice to allow the pre-vampire to have the very obvious upper hand here even if it was nigh on impossible for anything to outmatch an angel.
“You need to have that conversation with her, Damon,” he said, taking a swig of the wine and offering the bottle back. Damon needed it more and no matter how much of a single bottle Samandriel drank, it wasn’t going to affect him. “Whether that conversation is asking for a full open relationship or the occasional indiscretion that she doesn’t wish to know about or in a very narrow world, you fucking me because those instincts of yours associate feeding with fucking and I might be the only person you know who can keep your future vampiric self alive with no risk of you becoming a killer to do it.”
He crossed one leg over the other, lounging and yet taking up as little space as possible. “As much as I would like to know what this feels like with you still warm and breathing, I will wait.” He folded his wings back out of sight again, taking up even less space in the dark and under the tree. “The fact of the matter remains that I have permission and you don’t and I have to respect that.” But Damon’s promises were not Samandriel’s to keep and so if something did happen, well, it happened. “And if she decides that monogamy is the be all end all for your relationship, then I’m not going to be the asshole who takes away blood because I can’t have your dick.” They’d just have to figure out a less intimate way to manage it. “None of this changes how I feel about you.” He needed Damon to know first and foremost that he wasn’t upset about this. He was going to have a very interesting shower when he got home, but he wasn’t upset or blaming anyone or anything.
Damon honestly didn’t know what he was going to do, or how to handle the fact that was tempted by the man who would be his so-called lifeline as a volunteer. He paced over the ground, trying to get the tension out of his body. He had resisted, keeping himself to Elena, which was a huge step for the man who had no boundaries previously. He could hear her voice, telling him that she loved him. He hardly deserved her.
“Fuck, why do you have to be so damn tempting?” The smile was returning, as was the cool confidence. There were cracks in the armor, but he was very good at keeping them well patched. “I love her. I just don’t know if she will want this after I transition. She will see the dreams, and some - let’s just say they are not my finest moments. I don’t know how much I will change, or be infused with my dream personality. He isn’t that much different from me, maybe a little more twisted.” He took the bottle and drank, taking the other chair. “I do like being here though.”
He looked to the angel next to him, eyes not so intense, but every bit as brilliant. “We will figure this out. I don’t know how, but … “ he nodded, returning the gaze upward, “we will.” He reached over, stretching a little bit, kissing the side of Samandriel’s head, a completely uncharacteristic move for the man, who usually came off as prickly and cold. “Trust me.”
Samandriel closed his eyes to accept the gentle kiss against his hair. Part of the problem was that he trusted no one but Lucifer. He didn’t even really trust Castiel anymore, which was more the dreams’ fault than anything his brother did.