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I felt like writing in Marshall's POV, so I did it for the first part of the chapter just a bit.

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_Marshall Lee's POV_

He could hear everything. The swishing of the water as Finn's naked body moved in the tub, the sound of the cloth scrapping the boy's flawless skin while he scrubbed away the grime. It was torture having these ears, having to listen to Finn's pounding heart echoing. It seemed louder than when the boy was sweating and panting in his bed with fever—and Marshall didn't know how he resisted biting him then, looking so adorable under his big black sheets. Maybe he resisted because Finn looked so pathetic. Control and Marshall were usually one in the same, he'd had years to harness it, and suddenly this kid comes from the other-side and basically seduces him unknowingly with his blue eyes, and soft blonde hair, and savory blood, and his good control went 'poof'.

He floated in circles around his room, trying to get the image of Finn's thick red blood running down his neck out of his mind. It was pointless with him in the next room where he could hear it flowing around in his body. He wanted to sink his fangs into his pale neck and just bite. Drink until he was satisfied. But what scared him—scared him, Marshall Lee, Vampire King—was that wasn't all he wanted. He didn't just want the blood from his body, he wanted Finn. His conscious screamed at him 'he's just a kid! Have some decency!' but his vampiric side screamed even louder 'drink him, play with him, he'll like it eventually!'

Oh, Glob, then the worst thing happened. Finn started to hum. Why did that make him hard? Was he so sensitive now that a 16 year old boy did this to him? Marshall opened his mouth in a silent scream. Why did he like this kid so much?

He couldn't take it. His control was hanging on by the thinnest wire, and Marshall tried to keep it intact for as long as he could, but the wire just broke.

_Finn's POV_

Finn felt awkward as he washed the sweat and stink off his body. He knew Marshall could hear him, like Marcy he had the best hearing around. But he wasn't going to let that ruin his warm bath. The water felt too nice, and he felt too good to let one pervy vampire get him embarrassed when for the first time since being here he was relaxed.

He grabbed a wash cloth again and scrubbed away at his arms, and then he did his legs and everything else. He grabbed some shampoo to wash his hair. It stung, his head still aching from hitting it twice yesterday, but he dealt with it to get it clean.

Once he was done, the water had turned soapy and was filled with his nastiness, so he stepped out onto a floor mat. He took a towel from the two Marshall left out, feeling it between his fingers. The towel was so fluffy and soft he had to rub his face against it, and he couldn't stop the noise that sounded from his throat.

The door was thrown open. Finn quickly pulled the towel around his wet body, infuriated, and turned to yell at Marshall when he saw his face. It was, and Finn barely thought this without blushing, sexy.

But Marshall had no right to come in like that. He knew Finn was naked. Quickly he got his senses back and became angry, and tossed the first thing he could, a big bottle of conditioner, right at Marshall's head. "You pervert! What're you doing?!"

Marshall ducked, the bottle sailing into the bedroom. "I'm sorry! I couldn't resist!" Finn threw another bottle, and then two more until there wasn't anything else to toss. "Take it as a compliment!" the vampire hissed out.

"A compliment!" Finn let out a battle cry scream, and he jumped at the vampire who had no shame, tackling him to the cold floor, his knees pressing hard into his stomach. It was too easy to pin him, and because of that Finn thought he let him, but he really didn't care in his rage and embarrassment. He raised his fist high and hit it hard against Marshall's face swiftly three times.

"What the hell?!" The vampire screamed, shoving him off.

Finn landed on his butt, wincing, holding his towel around his waist to keep his dignity. He was about to curse out the vampire who hovered feet away, but then noticed his hands were stained red, red as in blood. Marshall Lee's blood. Finn couldn't believe he hit him that badly, and he looked up to see if the vampire had a cut or bruise or something but his face was clear of any mark. He stared at his hands once more, stunned. They were shaking slightly, and a drop of thick ruby fell from a finger to splatter on the white tiles; he could almost hear the splash. The blood was wet, sticky, and he didn't like the feel of it. In all his battles and fights he'd used a sword, or sometimes he let them live and taught them a lesson in the end, but never had he hit anyone to make them bleed. Seeing this made him uneasy.

"Finn?"

He looked up slowly to see Marshall glide over to kneel in front of him. The vampire took his hand gently in his own like it was a fragile item, and he brought it to his mouth and licked. Finn watched in shock as he cleaned away all the red stickiness. His tongue was rough, like sandpaper, and though the blood was already wet, Marshall's tongue made his skin even wetter with each swipe. He sucked his index finger to the second knuckle into his mouth, and Finn blushed with squinted eyes at the motion. This shouldn't be happening. He shouldn't feel this way. And Marshall Lee shouldn't be doing this to him. Not with that heat in his eyes, and not looking up at him so suggestively.

Finally, his tongue left his skin, and Marshall Lee grimaced. "Ugh, the taste of my own blood. Gross."

The human took his hand back roughly, holding it to his chest with his other one. "Get away from me," he said, pulling down his towel more to cover his self.

But he did not move. "No. I see you like me just as much as I like you."

"I don't even know you! How could I like you?"

Marshall leaned forward, his lips set in a smirk. "Ooh, getting defensive? That's a sign of attraction."

"N-no it's not," Finn stuttered.

"Admit it, you find me attractive. That's all you have to say for me to move any closer."

Finn opened his mouth to retort, but then found himself closing his lips. He wanted to say it. He was curious about what would happen if he did, and he was so confused with why he was feeling this way about a total stranger. Why did he get flustered? How was it that he even came to like this guy when he was a complete pervert? And since when did Finn like guys?

If he said something, maybe that would make these confused feelings become clearer. "I think you're hot."

Marshall Lee gave a wide, toothy grin and he leaned in to press his lips to Finn's.

The first thing Finn realized was that this kiss was totally different from his past kisses. This wasn't a peck on the lips. This wasn't like kissing Flame Princess where he had to be careful not to burn his lips off. This wasn't like kissing Princess Bubblegum, when she was a friend and he was the one who wanted her as more than that. This was a kiss filled with passion, something he knew nothing about. But when Marshall's tongue smoothed over Finn's lips, pressing roughly, and Finn reluctantly opened his mouth for the vampires to roam inside, he wanted to learn all about it.

Marshall's hands grabbed his shoulders. He pulled Finn closer, the human grunting and holding his towel so it would stay covering him. Marshall's fangs were poking his bottom lip and Finn sort of liked the danger of what would happen if he was cut. Breathing became necessary eventually, and Finn drew away, opening his eyes to see Marshall's gazing at him. He barely had time to suck in air before he was laid down on the freezing floor, the vampire floating above him.

Finn looked into those crimson eyes, and down at his smirking blue lips. "M-marshall…"

Their mouths connected again. Finn shut his eyes with a moan, and his hand moved to grip the plaid shirt at Marshall Lee's chest. The vampire groaned when Finn pulled him down so his clothed body pressed to Finn's nearly nude body, and Marshall's long black hair caressed his face. His forked tongue was rough tangling with Finn's. Their lips melded together too perfectly. Finn couldn't believe how good this was. Every part of him was electrified in need.

Marshall was considerate enough to let up for Finn to breathe properly again, but then a second later he was back attacking his mouth, and his hands roamed the naked pale skin of his chest, causing Finn to shiver. Finn's hands wrapped around Marshall's back, and he started to rub his self against Marshall's figure, his legs tangling with the vampires.

Mouths separated with a wet slick sound, and Marshall's fingers brushed at his nipple. Finn tilted his head back with a gasp. The vampire chuckled.

"Jerk," Finn panted.

"Hmm." Marshall's mouth didn't return to Finn's like he thought it would, instead he began to nip at his neck, and then sucked and kissed. "Am I a jerk now?"

Finn squeezed his eye lids shut tight. "Mmm…yes…"

Laughing again, his fangs lightly scratched on his skin.

Then, just as Finn thought something really dangerous and thrilling was going to happen, he heard a grumble. And he felt it come from him, more specifically his stomach.

Marshall Lee lifted off of Finn and laughed.

Finn sat up and wiped his lips with the back of his hand, holding his stomach when it protested once more. "Sh-shut up! I can't help it." Finn avoided eye contact after what just happened, and puckered his bottom lip.

"Aw, don't pout cutie." Marshall helped Finn stand up, and he watched the human adjust his towel. "I'll find you food."

Finn huffed. "Get out. I need to change."

Marshall raised a brow, looking at the clothes that lay crumbled on the floor. His nose twitched. "I hope you don't mean the sweaty rags on the floor."

"Hey! What—"

Marshall held up a hand. "You can borrow some of mine."

Finn looked over Marshall's figure, and then his own. "But you're bigger than me."

"You're wearing my stuff," he said with finality. "I am not smelling those nasty things."

"I'm not gonna be bossed around—"

"You are. This is my house, Finn."

He crossed his arms, rubbing his prickled cold skin. He would freeze in this house, and really he didn't want to wear his clothes if they stank so badly. He did just bathe. "Fine."

Marshall left and a moment later came back in the bathroom with a handful of clothes, setting them on top the other towel. Then he picked up Finn's old clothes with the other towel around them. "I'll be downstairs when you're done." He winked as he turned and shut the door.

Sorry for cutting off their kissing...I had to... And just how did Finn's towel stay on so well?

Let me know if there are any mistakes. Sometimes I make the same paragraph twice in different ways lol and occasionally I spell things wrong. I will go back and fix it, so just tell me! :D

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-Eve