Damien Belmont

Declan: Oh...thats good.

Declan: Ok Ill trust your choice.

Declan: I always feel like Im choking in a tie. And yes I know my character wears one all the time. You should see me rip it off as soon the camera is off me.

Damien: Yeah it is!!!

Damien: Good, because good cookers know the best

Damien: Well, baby it is a suit and tie event.

“It has a habit of doing that, doesn’t it? Although I think most people are just happy to have a full moon that isn’t going to mess with their heads.” Mateo mused as he turned briefly to greet the stranger that had joined him out on the patio. “I needed a bit of air. There’s a surprising amount of people in Astoria that like art. But I’m glad that’s the case.” He raised a glass briefly to them. “I’m Mateo by the way.” 

“You can honestly say that again.” Damien nodded and looked at the man he had intruded on. It was always nice to make a new friend and that’s what he loved about walking around the areas, because you never knew what person you’d encounter. “Damien Belmont.” He stated softly and looked at other with a bright smile on his face. “Did you see any pieces in there that you liked? Is the gallery like an auction?” He shook his head, knowing that he hadn’t been to many galleries. 

Declan: Do I think so what?

Declan: Alright. you pick.

Declan: Yeah, not happening. Ill figure something out.

Damien: Nothing. I am just excited.

Damien: Ooh, okay! I know a great place.

Declan: Good. Great. good.

Declan: Should we go out to dinner first?

Declan: And, I dont really own anything black tie. But Ill make it work.

Damien: You think so????

Damien: Yeah, definitely.

Declan: I'm not joking.

Declan: Why would I joke about that?

Damien: Because... I don't know

Damien: But yes. Of course I would be your date.

Declan: So....do you want to go with me to the Gallery night?

Declan: Be....my date....that night.

Damien: Wait.

Declan: No but. Just a fact.

Declan: What no? It was great. I ate like three servings.

Declan: No it was just a compliment on your cooking.

Damien: Oh! Well thank you.

Damien: I don't mind cooking for you whenever you want. I've been meaning to ask you what's your favorites.

Damien: Well, you're welcome.

Declan: So here's the thing

Declan: You are a good fucking cook.

Damien: But what?

Damien: Was the pot roast that bad?

Raine nodded, they only asked out of kindness, didn’t really care all that much as long as it wasn’t keeping Damien from showing up here. They patted the other on the shoulder as they threw back another gulp. “The usual, fixing cars, shaking my head in aspiration, an’ getting all furry,” they said with a grin. “What about ye?” Raine cocked an eyebrow, then shrugged. “One of ye coven, I meant,” they said. “Heard it was a witch already, pretty shitty that, guess we’re back to figuring out which fucker is behind targeting our own, right.” They paused. “Anyway, I need a smoke, care to join?” 

Damien chuckled when they said ‘getting all furry’. He always knew he could count on Raine for a silly laugh and some happy fun, because he knew that the other was pretty much a free spirit and sort of carefree and that was sometimes what he needed around him. “I’ve been trying to weigh the options of adoption or getting a surrogate.” He stated honestly, because everyone knew that he wanted to be a father, but he couldn’t do it the old conservative ‘natural way’. “No. It wasn’t us. Anyone from my coven....” he hoped looking at them with a soft expression. “Honestly I thought you would never ask.” 

Declan never went back for seconds. He certainly never dated. So the fact that here he was at the house of someone that was most certainly a one time event, having dinner after they already had sex, something wasn’t right. But yet here he was wanting more and feeling drawn to this man. He thought maybe it was a witch thing, not that he was doing anything nefarious, but Dec couldn’t get this guy out of his head. 

Dec came downstairs into the kitchen where Damien as. “Nope, What are you making? It smells amazing. I’m starving.” He told him. “I brought scotch.” He said pointing towards the bottle on the counter.

He looked up at Declan, because he was wondering what the male was thinking. He looked like he had a lot on his mind and this only made Damien worry, because he was sure that the male was having doubts about this and he wanted to assure Declan that this would be worth it, but he also didn’t want to push the issue and run the other away - so he’d just keep things going. Should he still play hard to get? Or were they past that at this time. He flipped the steaks, enjoying the hot sizzle from the steak cooking in the pan. He gave the male a dorky smile and turned to cut up more veggies to cook with the steaks. 

“Steaks, mac n cheese, mashed potatoes with gravy, and some broiled broccoli.” He smirked at the other and nodded. “Yeah, but i am the whole nine.” Damien joked when the other said that the food smelled good. He was happy to get compliments on his food. “It’s on the table over there. But I have cokes in the fridge if you like mixing it.” He stated, but moved to grab the male’s arm and pulled him into a deep kiss. AFter a few seconds of kissing, he pulled away. “What’s on your mind?”

“Are you still upstairs?” He called up to Declan, trying to hide the smile on his face. He was supposed to be playing hard to get, but he knew that if what they kept doing kept going on then he would easily break down and give in. God... how he has missed sex, feelings, and just doing silly things with each other. 

Damien: Oh you are really here?

Damien: Okay, I am going to hurry out the shower. Wine or beer is on the kitchen counter!

Declan: Of course I am.

Declan: Are you texting in the shower?

Declan: I'll just join you in there.

Damien: I thought you were joking

Damien: What-no... maybe

Damien: Come in then. Nothing is topping you, blondie.