Fabrice knows the power of a surname; his own is just as embedded in this town as is that of Demetri. He hails from a powerful line of witches, some of whom are willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want. He knows the town has reason to distrust and fear the name of Coombs, which is why he mostly keeps to himself.

Tonight, though. Tonight is a turning point in his life, Fabrice knows it. Demetri, in spite of his intimidating position within the hierarchy of the town's structure, Demetri makes him want to prove himself to the world, makes him want to put himself out in the world to begin with. Yes, considering their surnames, this would certainly ensnare both of them into complications. Yet, Fabrice is determined; Demetri reached out to him when he made an offer, something no one besides his cousins had ever done before. They've both bared themselves tonight, in more ways than one, and though it would inevitably come with consequences, Fabrice was damn sure he was willing to fight just to be able to keep a hold of Demetri.

He feels the rush of Demetri's movements as he comes, and that sets off his own undoing. Fabrice tightens his legs around his waist and digs his hand into his back, entire body arching as he cries out Demetri's name in time with his own release, body trembling and chest heaving when it's over.

"Oh my God," he pants, moving his hand from Demetri's back to stroke through sweat soaked hair. "That was incredible."