Author's Note: So, your wish is granted. I'm turning this into a chaptered story. Hope you like the it! Sorry for the long wait, by the way. Hopefully it was worth it.

Chapter Two: Never Easy

Three days. Three days had past since my first sexual encounter with Mr. Crepsley, and nothing had happened. He acted like nothing had happened at all. It wasn't like he didn't talk to me, because he did. It's just, I was sure to get those looks, and stuff. Maybe he had been sleepwalking when it happened? I sure did not know, and I sure as hell didn't dare to ask him either.

Vancha and Harkat was hunting. And I were alone with Mr. Crepsley, he was half asleep, lying in the grass, eyes closed. I was making a fire, ready to cook when the others arrived with the food.

I had been thinking about Mr. Crepsley a lot lately. No, not a lot. I hadn't been thinking about anything else. We were trying to track down the Vampaneze Lord, and all I could think about was my feelings for my mentor. At first I was sure I was in love with him. Then when he jerked me off, I thought it was only a sexual attraction to the man. But when he started to act like nothing happened, I got the feeling that I was in love with him again.

Love is a complicated thing.

"Darren," Mr. Crepsley said, interrupting my thoughts. I turned around to see the man, still lying in the grass with his eyes closed. I swallowed hard. Why was it so hard to talk to him? I hadn't had any trouble with that before. It was only Mr. Crepsley.

"Uh, yeah?"

"Why do you think I have forgotten about it?" He opened his eyes now, which was fixed on me. I didn't know what to say so I did what seemed best at the moment; I shrugged. "It is not something I would easily forget."

"Yeah…"

"Well, I did not forget it - I remember it quite well, actually. I just did not want to do anything in front of Vancha and Harkat," he smirked now. "First of all, we are both men. Second, you are still a minor, while I am at least 150 years older than you." I had to laugh at that, because it was true.

"I guess I thought you had forgotten it because you didn't say anything. You just acted like nothing had happened at all," I smiled. "But now I know why, and I understand." He mentioned for me to come sit beside him, and so I did. I wouldn't let any opportunity to sit beside him slip.

It was weird. I had always thought of Mr. Crepsley as butt-ugly - but he wasn't that bad, really. If you overlooked his scars, he was, well, handsome.

It was hard to sit beside him like that, because all I wanted to do was touch him, feel him and kiss him. I didn't dare though, I was afraid he would push me away. But I didn't have to think about that anymore, as he started feeling up my back, tracing it with his long fingers.

I stiffened at his touch, not sure what to do. I didn't want to get hard either. In case Harkat and Vancha got back early. But Mr. Crepsley sure had other things in mind as his hand cupped my face, bringing it to level with his.

He started kissing me then. Slow and passionately, and for a brief moment I wondered if he might have feelings for me too. But my thoughts were pushed away as his tongue slipped into my awaiting mouth, rough and soft against my wet cavern.

I couldn't help my wandering hands. They started wandering on their own accord; they started unbuttoning Mr. Crepsley's shirt. Our kiss ended, and he looked at me, panting, his eyes filled with lust.

He pushed me down on the ground, and topped me. His mouth was once again on mine, and I continued to unbutton his annoying shirt, which was only in the way.

His shirt was off, so was mine. He was exploring my body with his hands, feeling up every inch with skin. My hands went to his belt, and everything stopped.

"Darren, what are you doing?"

"I … Uh," I mumbled. "I wanted to try the … mouth thing," and before he could say anything I continued. "Because you're going to teach me, right? And if you're going to do everything, then I won't get much better. So would you let me do it? Please, I want to."

"Are you sure?" he said, eyeing me carefully. "You have not done it before, and neither have I done it on you."

"I've heard about it," I shrugged. "Besides, I'm a guy, and I know you're supposed to stick it in your mouth and then suck it," Mr. Crepsley laughed. "And you could always let me know if I did something wrong."

"Look, Darren, you do not have to-"

"Mr. Cre - Larten, I want to do it," I said, and claimed a kiss from him as I started to unfasten his belt. Now it was my turn to push him down, and I did.

"You're a fast learner, Darren, and I have not even started the lessons yet," he said, and I could tell he was having a hard time down there because he was starting to run his words together, which he usually never did. I guess when it came to sex it was an exception.

"All I can say, Steve and I didn't only watch cartoons when we were young." Mr. Crepsley narrowed his eyes at the mention of Steve's name, but I left it unnoticed. "Well," I said and broke the silence. "Let's do lesson one - how to give a proper blow job - before Harkat and Vancha catches us with our pants around our ankles."

Mr. Crepsley could hardly argue with that.

I went between his legs, unzipping the zipper. I could see the outline of his groin through his boxers. I looked up at Mr. Crepsley, who had closed his eyes. I took a hold of the elastic waistband of his boxers then, slowly yanking it further down.

Once his erection came to sight, I was unsure of what to do. Should I hold it? Taste it? I did both.

I took a hold of it with my right hand, while I used the other one to steady myself on. My tongue darted out, licking the slit which was wet from some pre-cum. I took it in my mouth then, sucking slightly at the head.

I pushed it further in, sucking harder and harder.

"Ngh… Darren… do not, do not use your teeth," Mr. Crepsley panted and looked down on me. "Use your tongue … more."

I did as he said, and a few moments later he came in my mouth.

While he tried to recover from his bliss, I wiped my mouth with my hand and then looked over at Mr. Crepsley who was panting frantically. Just like I did when he jerked me off.

"I am sorry I came in your mouth," he excused himself and sat back up.

"Don't worry, it wasn't that bad," I smiled. "Was I good?"

"You did well as a beginner," he answered truthfully. "But it would not hurt with improvements; you could stop using your teeth, for example." Mr. Crepsley had never been the lying kind of person, and for that I was glad. It's much easier to deal with people when you know they're telling you the truth.

"So," he smirked. "Will you let me return the favor?"

All I could to was nod.

To be continued.