Author's Note: First off, I wanna thank Shadowfox9845 for being my first beta reader. Then, I wanna thank you all for your patience. I'm sorry it took so long. Had a writer's block and had to force myself to write. That's why I think this chapter seems a bit rushed. Sorry about that. But I just ... well. It didn't turn out the way I wanted. But because I don't like it, doesn't mean you won't! So I really hope you like this one.
Chapter Three: Picturing The Past
It was finally starting to happen. Mr. Crepsley was beginning to give me light hints every now and then. His hand, for example, could suddenly drop from my shoulder to my butt (unless someone were behind us), and he would caress it teasingly (sometimes so damn good I got hard and had to excuse myself from whatever we were doing) or he would send me looks and lick his lips suggestively.
Besides from that, it hadn't happened anything noteworthy between me and Mr. Crepsley the past weeks. Though, sometimes when both Vancha and Harkat were sleeping (which really wasn't often, seeing that Harkat didn't like sleeping, due to his nightmares), he would kiss me and tell me that he was sorry we didn't have more privacy on our backs.
But my hopes of maybe getting something rose when we finally arrived at our first destination. Though, they died away very soon because of two reasons.
One, Lady Evanna, the woman (witch) who owned the place we were going to stay at, had lots of frogs, which formed a picture of Arra Sails, Mr. Crepsley's old flame, who died away six years ago. It made Mr. Crepsley very emotional, and even though he may have wanted to do that something, we couldn't have because of reason number two.
Which was the lack of privacy. We didn't have any of it at all.
After staying at Lady Evanna's house for a few days, we decided to move on, this time (much to my relief) to the Cirque.
It wasn't until we arrived that I really realized how much I'd actually missed the place and the people - especially Evra, who had gotten married with a beautiful woman named Merla. He had kids too; two boys and a girl. The oldest one had been named after me, even. His name was Shancus.
But although how much I enjoyed seeing my old friends again, all I really wanted was to get Mr. Crepsley to myself. Which I hopefully would.
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I was wandering around the Cirque all by myself, thinking about the life I once had there. Thinking about R.V., the Wolfman, the death of my old friend Sam Grest, and how much that incident had actually influenced my life.
When I first started to think about him, my mind started wandering. Back to the memories of my family and friends. But before I managed to get teary eyed, a hand was on my shoulder. "You have missed it here, have you not?" It wasn't hard to tell who it was.
"Yeah," I sighed as I stirred out to nowhere. "It reminds me of the really good times as your assistant. The times before everything started to get so … fatal." I turned around to face my mentor, who wore an unreadable expression. "This is the closest place I get to home."
"I know," Mr. Crepsley smiled warmly at me, then yawned.
"Tired already?" I smirked. "You're getting old."
"Watch it, Master Shan," he warned in a playful tone.
"Oh, what are you going to do, old man?" I said as I started to walk slowly away. "Catch me, perhaps?"
"Perhaps," he replied, and I could see the glint in his eyes as I started to run, although I knew he would catch me if he really started running, but he ran slowly toward me, and even then he almost got the best of me.
I turned a couple of caravans, Mr. Crepsley at my heels, when I suddenly stood face to face with a van I knew that I knew very well, though I couldn't place it. But before I got to remember it, I was turned around, then pushed against the van.
Mr. Crepsley kissed me passionately, and all I could do was moan into it and kiss back. I arched gently against his clothed body, my hands wandering on their own accord. And as our kiss ended, I took a brief look around myself, just to be sure that no one else was around.
He squeezed my buttocks teasingly, his tongue once again finding its way through my parted lips.
His talented tongue flickered from my mouth to my ear, sucking slightly at the lobe. Fast, my pants grew almost unbearably tight. I think Mr. Crepsley's pants did too, because the few minutes we stood kissing there, leaning against the dark van, he shifted a lot.
Even though vampires has ears more sensitive to sounds than any other being, none of us had noticed the person that had approached us. Mr. Crepsley's hands were working on my belt buckle when the person spoke.
"Darren and Larten is that you?" I could hear the uncertainness in the voice that belonged to Evra Von, my former best friend. Mr. Crepsley turned swiftly around and knocked Evra out with his breath.
"When he wakes up he will believe it was just a dream," Mr. Crepsley shrugged and started to carry Evra away.
"Where are you taking him?" I asked.
"To his tent," he answered. "I will tell his wife I found him lying in the grass. Asleep." Mr. Crepsley started to walk away, and in two seconds he were out of my sight. I sighed and looked down at the almost pulsing bulge in my too tight pants. "You shut the fuck up!" I yelled at it.
Of course, when I finally got Mr. Crepsley to myself, something had to happen. I was positive he wouldn't return. That something got in his way. That I wouldn't get something that day either. But half an hour later he returned, an almost sweet smile on his lips.
I was lying in the grass, almost asleep, looking at the stars when he came back. He took me in his arms, carrying me into the van that I had been wondering about earlier. When we came inside I realized which van it was. It was the one Mr. Crepsley used to sleep in. His coffin was still there and he laid me down it. He removed my shirt and my pants, but hesitated a bit when he came to my boxers. I nodded a silent yes, and his thin fingers went under the elastic waistband on my boxers, yanking it down my legs, revealing my soft cock.
As soon as he was done undressing me, he started working on his own clothes and made a quick job of it. And it wasn't until then, when he had climbed into the coffin, that he finally spoke to me. "Is it okay for you to sleep in here with me, or do you want me to go and get you a hammock?"
I remembered the day that I had been buried alive. The day I promised and swore to myself I would never lay myself down in a coffin alive again. But I broke my own promise. "I want to lay here, with you," I said, snuggling against his chest as he covered us up with blankets. "As long as you don't close it," I added.
"I will not," he said and kissed my forehead. Even though the sun was rising outside, it was pitch black inside the van. I could barely see Mr. Crepsley's pale, delicate skin. "Darren, are you asleep?"
"No," I replied.
"Good." He sat up and grabbed a bottle of something before he laid himself back down, and I realized that the bottle was filled with some sort of lube as he slicked his fingers up.
It took a moment before we managed to figure out the best tangle of limbs because he obviously hadn't tried this with anyone else before. Mr. Crepsley's big, oiled hand went down around both our soft cocks, rubbing them together as he brought them to life. I moaned at the unique sensation, thrusting into his hand.
"Good?" he asked me.
My answer was one of wordless delight. Mr. Crepsley's strong and steadily increasing pace quickly took me to that wonderful spot of ecstasy where the world filtered away and all there was left was pure bliss. I felt my hot cum trickling down my own belly then heard Mr. Crepsley's groans as he too, spilled.
We lay limp in each other's arms until some strength came back into our bodies, and we exchanged some sloppy kisses.
"Finally," I sighed against his sweaty chest.
"You have been wanting this for a long time, have you not?" Mr. Crepsley said and I could hear the smirk in his voice. "I have seen those looks of longing you have given me when you believe I am not watching."
"Alright, I'm busted," I sighed again.
"I have been longing too, you know," he whispered into my ear. The hot breath that caressed my ear sent a chill all the way down my spine. I shivered and he laid his arms around me, dragging me closer to his body, if it was possible.
I couldn't help but smile. Never had I imagined Mr. Crepsley like this. He was always so uptight, stern and grumpy. But when we were alone, like this, he showed me a side of himself that I never knew existed. When we were alone he was caring, and even romantic. He had never said those three words to me, but he didn't have to, if he did. Because I noticed in his actions that he at least cared for me; the way he kissed me. The way he looked at me. The way he talked to me. And the way he had recently carried me inside, laid me down in his coffin and undressed me.
Everything changed between us when we were alone. And even sometimes when we weren't - but of course, then we were careful not to give people any hints of our secret relationship.
All those thoughts made me wonder if Mr. Crepsley was in love with me too. I sure was in love with him, but that didn't help me much if he didn't have the same feelings for me. I wondered what it would be like if we got together. Would he hold my hand? Would he buy me gifts on Valentine's Day? Probably not, but I still held on to the thought of walking hand in hand with him, looking for the perfect Valentine's gift.
Mr. Crepsley kissed my cheek, and interrupted my thoughts. "Goodnight, Darren," he whispered and pulled the blankets closer around our bodies.
"Goodnight, Mr. Crepsley," I replied.
"You can call me Larten. At least do so when we are alone, like this," he smiled and buried his fingers in my dark hair. I smiled.
"Goodnight then, Larten," I said, tasting his name on my tongue. It was weird, because I was so used to call him Mr. Crepsley. But I could get used to it. Just like I had get used to think of Mr. Crepsley - Larten - as more than a mentor.
To be contiuned.