The middle of the Sahara Desert usually worked for their purposes.
Lambo swung himself in a wide circle, sucking on a lollipop as he released short energy surges into the sand. Static raised the small particles from the ground and they swirled themselves into a pattern in the air, more particles, larger space, rising from the dunes like a storm – and Lambo was in the eye of it, sweating in the humidity, sending cohesive spears of desert soil into every direction in the small hope of catching himself something good to play with.
He smirked around his lollipop and his tongue lolled out over his lips. The usual wouldn't be bad.
As a matter of fact, he wouldn't take anything but the usual. It had been that way for as long as he could remember and he wasn't going to change it now.
A voice rose above the attack in a smug tone. "Looking for someone?"
No, it didn't rise above the attack, above the sand, above the deafening hiss of colliding grains – it came from behind. And then arms were around his waist, finding the snap of his crème convertible pants and shoving them down his legs.
"Or just looking for trouble?"
"Trouble." The storm died a quick, happy death and rained back into the dunes and dips of the Sahara. "I'm always looking for trouble."
His lollipop was stolen and thrown away somewhere as he was spun around. Pressed chest to chest against a man's chest, a man he knew… so well, so much better than anyone could ever get to know him, and lust pooled thickly in his belly.
"How long has it been?" Lambo found himself transfixed by the other man's mouth, his pale, glistening lips that Lambo just wanted to have pressed against his own… Suddenly, he felt lonely. "Yare yare, I can't remember anymore."
"The last time I fucked you or the last time we saw each other?"
"One can happen without the other?" Lambo asked, shocked. Even audio calls between them ended in filthy phone sex.
"Smartass."
"You wouldn't want me to be any other way."
Hands dipped down again and dispersed of Lambo's underwear, leaving him naked from the waist down to his calves where the convertible pants had pooled over his socks and shoes.
Without warning, experienced fingers played his manhood as other digits rediscovered Lambo's hidden entrance, exploring it slickly.
"Geh! Lubed up already?" His hands bit into Reborn's shoulders.
His mate's answer was to lick his lips and extend his fangs over his canines. "I'm hungry." A second and then a third finger penetrated Lambo, leaving no room for mercy or thought. "You may be so kind as to go and kiss dozens of other people with the thought of calming yourself down, but, in the end, it's my hunger that keeps you in control."
Lips descended over his, devoured him, making him whole.
It had been too long since this had last happened. Reborn, oldest living vampire at age uncountable – and Lambo, the reason he was alive today.
Reborn – the reason why Lambo was alive today.
Of course, it wasn't like they had been awake their entire lives. For a while there, they had gone underground and slept. And had sex. Slept. Then ate. Fucked. Then slept. By the time they had decided to wake up, it had been because the noise had been too much for them to rest through, so they had thought, maybe there's something good going on now.
Reborn threw Lambo down on the dunes and followed after him with a ravenous fever burning in his black eyes. "Feed me," he demanded, leaving no room for argument.
Except Lambo always found room to argue – after how long he had lived, he had found that there was room, and time, to do a lot of things no one thought possible.
Like fall in love with the same person… Three thousand, nine hundred, and ninety-nine times in a row. Or was it four thousand and one times? Every so often, Reborn gave him a reason to come crawling back to his addictive body and less-than-flattering personality.
"Feed me, he says. I'm not a buffet, Reborn, much less your caretaker. Besides, I'm getting sand up my ass, thanks to your he-man moves."
Reborn lifted his hips off the ground and, in one smooth, brutal thrust, impaled the catalyst on his cock.
Lambo really should be used to this by now.
He should be bored out of his mind, or even resentful, when in the presence of Reborn after all this time.
But he still screamed in that first moment of glory, body arching impossibly as he became so full, so complete, that rational thinking went out the window and he was grappling at Reborn's shoulders, pleas falling off his lips like tears from a waterfall.
"R-REBORN!"
The vampire looked down at him with eyes that flashed golden. His fangs extended and then descended, finding and puncturing Lambo's throat before retreating, leaving a tongue to bathe and lick the wound.
His hips moved forward and back, hard, harder, impossibly hard, like he was trying to rip Lambo in two, like he was trying to force their bodies to become one, like he was punishing Lambo for something. It was hard to breathe when Reborn was being so vicious to his body, mouth feeling so good at his neck, knowing that Lambo was an endless supply of energy but not, sadly, of blood.
He clutched at handfuls of sand that crumbled in his grasp – he couldn't control himself, not when Reborn was purposely being so overbearing, looming over him like the shadow of death, inside of him so deep, Lambo could feel him at the back of his throat, everywhere around him, it was impossible to focus.
It was impossible to stay in control. And when Lambo couldn't control himself, well, a catalyst did what a catalyst was meant to do – it sped things right along.
The desert rose and rose and towered and rose some more over them, leaving Lambo and Reborn the centerpiece of its loping and twirling design as Reborn twisted him onto his hands and knees like a bitch in heat and reentered him, nearly tearing his inner muscles – but years of this had made Lambo more than just a little masochistic.
So many years of Reborn's sweet and delicious torture had made it impossible for him to get off any other way. Unless, obviously, any other way included Reborn. Because Reborn could talk dirty in his ear in the old languages they knew, say words no one could decipher, murmur things that would kill an old woman and make a young virgin turn into a whore, and Lambo would orgasm without even being touched by his mean and brutal mate.
The air prickled with heat, not cast by the sun, but rolling off of Lambo's skin in waves of undulated power, unmanageable because he couldn't be managed, uncontainable because he couldn't be contained.
He found Reborn's hand someone near his thigh and dragged it up his shirt to play with his chest. He liked it when Reborn pinched and twisted his nipples – just like that – and he liked it when Reborn's hand snuck up through the collar and grabbed his jaw, turning his face towards the vampire so they could kiss like others would war – just like that.
Tongues tangled and Reborn nipped his bottom lip till it bled ruby drops into his mouth.
"Want more, cow?"
Oh, yes. That old nickname. That ancient, overused nickname. And he could remember being on a sacrificial alter, golden ties holding him down, a dark, shadowy beast looming over him – "My sacrifice like cattle to gods. The waste of it." Oh, yes, he remembered.
The memories made him keen. "R-ready for anything you h-have!"
Because he was.
After so long, he better be.
But Reborn always found a way to surprise him. Always. So Lambo wasn't surprised when it turned out he wasn't ready.
He woke up hours later to the sweet scent of foliage and the soft brush of grass against his naked, deliciously sore flesh. Every inch of him had been used by his lover, to the point where even Lambo had stopped seeing himself as a person. He was simply, willingly, something for Reborn to play with.
He blinked his eyes open and took in his surroundings carefully.
Reborn was sitting up next to him, smoking a cigarette and eyeballing the trees and shrubs that had grown around them like a castle of green and brown. Somewhere nearby, a natural underground well of water had unearthed itself and trickled happily.
"You did it again," Reborn pointed out blankly.
Lambo stretched and lied there contentedly. He was gloriously, wonderfully tired. Did no one know how hard it was for him to go to sleep with all of that energy boiling inside of him like a volcano waiting to erupt?
His hand grabbled along the grass till another hand settled over his.
"Yare yare… It's not my fault." He rolled over onto his belly. Sunlight that could barely penetrate the trees warmed his devastated ass. "Like you said – it's your hunger that keeps me in control. Now how long has it been since you last devoured me…?"
"It was before the Black Plague."
"And how long ago was that?"
"I apparently didn't fuck you hard enough if you're still running your mouth."
Lambo smirked. "I'll be the first to say there are better things I could be doing with my mouth. You should let me get down to it."
Reborn leered in turn. "I should. But I like seeing you desperate." He stood up, leaving a bruised, well used, naked Lambo behind him as he found his fedora and tipped it just so over his eyes. "I liked how needy you were last night. Maybe we should wait for the next plague to come around before we… feast again."
"Don't do that to me, Reborn!" He gazed up at him with his best pair of glowing, teary eyes. "Please, my ass wants you to rip it apart again sooner than that!" And then he laughed at himself, because that was a terribly funny thing to say.
Reborn smirked in turn. "The next plague could be tomorrow for all we know."
"Sooner than that!"
Reborn crouched over him and pressed a kiss to his lips, silencing him. "When you beg like that, it only makes me want to stay away longer."
"Just so you can come back and fuck me harder, am I right?"
"You know me so well."
"I've had a while to figure you out," Lambo boasted lazily. "Don't let anyone kill you, alright? I can only do so many things."
"Don't get raped," were Reborn's parting words as he stood up and produced a pair of sunglasses from seemingly nothing, perching them on his nose and turning his back on the catalyst.
Lambo rested his head on his folded arms and whispered, at the last possible second before Reborn disappeared into the brush that had grown overnight, "Love you."
Reborn's silence said it all before he was out of sight. More words filled the quiet than the quiet could fill the absence of words.
He bit down into his bottom lip and sighed. "Oh, what a beautiful day…"