ofcatsandfate | Fabrice Coombs, in the study, with an overly large magical tome. {For Demetri}

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Fabrice Coombs, in the study, with an overly large magical tome. {For Demetri}

Fabrice walks home from his meeting with Demetri in something of a daze, still trying to process the fact that their conversation evolved from mutual concern about their missing family members into actual flirtation, and Fabrice thinks he actually didn't make a fool of himself, for once. He's seen Demetri over the years, of course. Both of them hailing from two of the oldest families in town, they always ended up running into each other at town gatherings, fancy masquerade parties, and the like. They've exchanged pleasantries, if nothing else, and they've run in the same circles, more or less.

Looking back on it, Fabrice realizes he's always been somewhat curious about the other man, one half of the golden Thornton duo upon which the town doted, even amid their numerous pranks. Dwelling on it now, Fabrice realizes that after running into Demetri in a personal way, said fascination has developed into something deeper, a series of feelings and emotions he has yet to previously explore for himself.

When he gets home, he goes about his usual routine, checking the herbs in the kitchen window, making sure the cats are fed, while his mind lingers on Demetri's smile and the vibrancy of his blue eyes. He winds up staring out the window in his kitchen for a good hour before he realizes he should shower.

He showers, and actually makes an effort to look somewhat presentable, with a loose-fitting, white shirt and the nicest pair of jeans he can find, the only pair without any holes in them. He even attempts taming his hair, though that proves futile the more he thinks about his earlier encounter with Demetri.

Restless after that, he makes to his study, briefly pausing to give each of his cats attention before reaching for an older volume in his collection, the one focusing on scrying. He hopes he can be of some use tonight, beyond looking like a presentable human being.

So he settles into his favorite chair by the window in the corner, opening the book on his lap as he curls into the chair with the memory of Demetri's hand on his for company, trying to focus on the words as he waits for the other man's phone call.

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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."

This is the moment when everything changes. When he doesn't pull away and fish for his clothes, or ask where the shower is so he can clean up before he goes. Demetri is giddy already from the sex, and pulling back just enough to twist them onto their sides amplifies that feeling.

He touches Fabrice's face as he did earlier tonight on the street. Only this time he trails the tips of his fingers across his lips, swollen from kissing and even more attractive. "Yes," he says with s smile, aching where he's pulled away from the other's body, twisting their legs together, lying face to face. "Yes, it was."

Fabrice can't keep the elated smile from his face, certain he must look like a complete dork, especially compared to Demetri's radiant smile. He brings one hand to trace along the edges of the other man's cheeks, bringing the other still entwined with Demetri's to come to rest between their heaving chests. He leans forward to bring their foreheads together, his own breath still settling from all the excitement. In the dim lighting, this close to Demetri, Fabrice finds he is perfectly content, his heart as light as a feather as he takes joy from being so close to the other man.

"I never thought," he pauses, trying to find the right words to say, his voice still thick from sex, "I never thought I'd get to experience something as wonderful as that." He leans in closer, nuzzling Demetri. He realizes for the first time how utterly empty his bed has been the past few years, and how beautifully fully it seems now, filled with both Demetri and himself.

They are both crazy, a little voice inside him says. Demetri and Fabrice, Thornton and Coombs. It's madness to think that this can be anything other than a one night hook-up and yet here Demetri is, thinking of Fabrice with affection and amazement.

"It's only the first time," he promises, wondering when the last time he's actually slept with someone after having sex with them. Demetri squeezes Fabrice's hand, knowing that there are a million other things he can and wants to show Fabrice. "It gets better."

Fabrice knows this whole relationship provokes the rumors and the damned town curse; it's crazy to think that he feels such a surge of affection for the other man. He knows the rest of his family, barring Moira and his mother, would disapprove. Fabrice finds that he doesn't care, that it's worth risking their wrath just to be able to be close to this man who has, in one night, edged his way into Fabrice's life.

He glances down at their entwined hands, smiling wider as Demetri squeezes them together. This is a closeness he's craved most of his life; he wants to offer it and more to Demetri, provide him a place of sanctuary and be there to comfort him when the pressure of the world gets to be too much.

"Will," he pauses, swallowing as he lingers on what to say. "Will you show me? How it gets better, I mean?" His cheeks flush, but with an emboldened curiosity rather than shyness, just one of the ways in which Demetri's presence has helped him. He moves in closer, nuzzling at the other man's neck, unable to help himself. He just wants to be close to him, a thought that almost scares him with its ferocity.

There's almost an innocence behind those words, one that makes him yearn for a time when he wasn't so jaded. Yet here he doesn't feel it, he doesn't worry about how he must sound when he agrees. "Yes."

He tilts his neck to let Fabrice better access, biting at his lip and wondering if he should say what he's thinking. Why not, Demetri decides. It doesn't feel right to hide here. "All night at the party, all I could think about was you. Your mouth, and your hands, and the way you looked at me on the street."

He lets his head fall just underneath Demetri's chin when he utters that simple, yet utterly assuring 'yes.' He feels like it's the start of something; he just can't say what, yet. All he knows is how utterly liberated it makes him feel.

His chest tightens at the other man's admission, and he moves to look him in the eyes, his free hand tracing circles down his rather muscular arm. "I...I haven't been able to get you out my head," he almost whispers. "The blue of your eyes, the way you touched my face. It's all I could think about coming home."

There's more, things he's not ready to admit aloud just yet. How he imagined the tables being turned whilst they were fucking, and Fabrice the one in control. It's not a position he's ever entered, always enjoying being the one who takes the reins. But he is fascinated by the other man and what he might be able to do to Demetri with some time.

His cheeks are warm, and he realises how silent he's been. Smiling, he curls a hand around Fabrice's neck, fingers grazing through his hair. "We should try and sleep. You wanted to try and look again in morning?"

Fabrice, with his new experience, is still lacking in knowledge of just how much more there is to know about sex. He wonders what else Demetri can show him, wonders how it would be to be in Demetri's position and bringing that kind of pleasure to him. His thoughts are beginning to swirl with possibilities, and he doesn't even know where to begin making sense of all of them.

He yawns just as Demetri's fingers curl into his hair, bringing his free hand to drape across his shoulder, pull him in closer.

"Yes, that's probably a good idea," he admits between another yawn, curling further into him. "I'll need the energy after tonight." He looks up and grins at the other man again.

"You're sure you want me to stay over?" Demetri doesn't want to move, nudging Fabrice to turn so he can pull him flush and wrap his arms around the other man.

"Yes," Fabrice answers without hesitation, letting out a happy little noise as Demetri pulls him flush against him, entwining their legs more fully together and savoring his warm breath against the back of his neck. He can't remember the last time he felt so content. "Please," he adds.

"Because you asked so nicely," he whispers, burying his nose in Fabrice's hair. He'd stay more than one night if he could, he thinks right now, wondering if that could even ever be an option. Demetri closes his eyes, refusing to let reality destroy this. If he only gets this one night, he's going to enjoy it completely."

"Hmm," is all the response Fabrice can manage, entirely enveloped in the other man and every event of the past evening. He's as snug as though he were wrapped in a cocoon, and he wishes he could always fall asleep like this, with Demetri's arms around him and his nose in his hair. He harbors a hope that this can happen again, for already the thought of a bed without Demetri in it seems to barren to contemplate. If this the only chance they get, Fabrice is going to sink into it and enjoy it thoroughly, his eyelashes flickering as he finally falls asleep.

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