A/N: I Got distracted yet again, only by Adventure Time. The only time it wasn't an extremely weird episode was when Marshall Lee is in it. And let me tell you, that is one cute character! ;) Anywho, I wrote something for his character (so this is my first Adventure Time fanfiction so please, review and let me know what you think), and I apologize now for how short it is. I want to make this into a lemon because of his advances towards the OC, if that's a good idea feel free to let me know!

Disclaimer: I own nothing!

Bad Little Boy~

He was bad, he was attractive, and what princess didn't want him? He was cool, and collected, so slick as he slipped by undetected. His lips curved into his signature smirk as he glided through the air, there was nothing he enjoyed more than giving this girl a good scare or two every now and then. Out of all the girls in the land that wanted him to play them like his bass guitar, Marshall Lee had his pitch black orbs settled on one princess alone, the best of the best in his opinion. Her name was Clarabelle, Princess of the (Classical) Music Kingdom. With the short pinafore she wore to the music staffs tattooed around her limbs drove the vampire king wild. He just wanted to sink his fangs into her chest, right into her heart, and drain her dry.

"Marshall!" A voice snapped, echoing off the walls. He blinked a few times at the mention of his name then looked down, there she was. Her arms folded, her foot tapping, her head shaking in disapproval as she had told him time and time again to not sneak into her castle.

"Oh, hey Clarabelle." He said coolly, letting all the letters of her name roll effortlessly off his tongue. "What's up?"

"I told you I couldn't hang out with you today." The princess said. "I have princess training with the royal advisors all afternoon then a luncheon with Prince Gumball after that, and the royal orchestra is so out of tune it's going to take me forever to fix them." She sighed, her hand combing through her thick, bushy curls.

"Aw, so you can spend time with that pop prince wannabe but you can't even spare a little for poor ol' me?" Marshall pretended to pout, floating about her in a semicircle.

"He's royalty, it was arranged, and no I can't." Said Clarabelle. "I'm sorry Marshall."

"Well, guess I'll have to help you make time. I'll just go about and smash all the violins, violas, and cellos in town. Then I'll rip all the strings off your bass guards and string up all the music note people by their feet until rests explode from their heads!" He chuckled evilly.

"Whoa…. Whoa, dude, chill. I'll get you a cookie, calm the heck down." She said, holding up her hands in defeat.

"Oh? What? Too much?" Like he honestly had one caring bone in his body.

"Um just a bit, all the talk about killing my town people and smashing our instruments." Clarabelle retorted.

"Fair enough," Marshall shrugged. "Can't blame me for being a little jealous."

"Jealous? Of what?" She arched a silver brow. Her face remained unchanged as Marshall landed behind her, lowering his face to her neck.

"You pay more attention to those people, and those instruments, and Gumball than you do me. I thought we were friends." He said.

"We are friends, but I have a duty to my town and my people first. And Gumball is a prince so it's only natural that I see him the most." Said Clarabelle.

"Duty this, princess that… you make me want to sink my fangs so deeply into you it hurts." Whispered Marshall, his warm breath hitting the shell of her ear.

"What do you want, Marshall?" Clarabelle breathed, not the least bit bothered by his body pressing against hers. The vampire king got his kicks when he tried to get under her skin, and she made it all the more entertaining when she didn't give him the satisfaction.

"Let's play a game," he said.

"What kind of game?" She dared to ask.

"You know… a game like we used to. When you'd let me touch you here…. And here….. and here." He cooed, his dangerous hands ghosting her frame.

Clarabelle knew very well what game he was talking about, her cheeks heating up at just the thought. Back when she and Fiona had slumber parties (because she began taking on her role as princess), back when he was allowed to attend, he would sneak into her bedroom. Tender lips would kiss her softly, his hands roaming over her petite body, her mind blissfully fogged as he touched her all over. Marshall chuckled deeply under his breath as he felt her tense.

"So… how about that game?"