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Finn made sure the door was locked before he took off his towel and used it to dry his hair. Then he looked to the pile of clothes and in it Finn found a shirt like Marshall's, black boxers, and black jeans, and socks. His cheeks blazed in humiliation of having to wear someone else's clothes, especially looking at the underwear. But he had to; he couldn't wear a towel or smelly clothes. Reluctantly, he slid on the boxers and socks and pants, and put his arms through the shirt. When he looked in the mirror, he held back laughter. The pants were long and so was the shirt, and he looked like he had suddenly shrunk down three sizes. He rolled the shirt sleeves up and the pant legs up until it looked a bit more right, but as soon as he could Finn was finding the nearest lake and washing his clothes so he didn't have to wear Marshall's.

He stared at his reflection for a moment. His blue eyes went to his lips and he smiled as he touched them, recalling the fantastic kiss, and the other stuff that was better than fantastic. Marshall was good. But with all those years he had lived, Finn supposed he would be good at kissing.

Glob, it was so exciting. Another world, making out with an unfamiliar vampire dude, Finn wouldn't have ever guessed this would happen to him in a trillion years. He never would have thought he'd like it, either.

He couldn't stay forever in the bathroom so he left, and then went through the bedroom door to see a small long hallway with a closet and stairs. When he got to the bottom there was a living room. To his right was an opening that led to the kitchen, from what he could see. There was mostly open space to his left, save a few things. A big black couch with a couple pillows on it sat against the wall, and a small TV on a wood stand was on the opposite with a little metal shelf with DVD's beside it. There was a table in front of the sofa with thick lit candles, giving a dim lighting in the room, and a tall lamp on the end of the couch wasn't on. He saw an axe guitar leaning against an amp and wondered how Marshall sounded compared to Marceline.

"Well, don't you look good."

In the kitchen doorway was Marshall, baring a slanted smirk. His hand held an apple with some color taken from it. He eyed Finn's frame with crimson fire Finn could practically feel with several feet between them.

"You're a total pervert." Finn's words came out more nervously rather than in irritation like he wanted.

Marshall just laughed.

So much for that courage he thought he would have, as he had plenty of it before. This vampire took every essence of his hero-ness away from him with one perverted stare, and Finn sort of liked that. He loved doing hero work, and saving people, and fighting villains, but there had to be down time. There had to be time to just be Finn the human, not Finn the fighter, or Finn the hero. Jake had his time away from their journeys with Lady, so why couldn't he have his with Marshall Lee, albeit in another land? He tried to do that will Flame Princess but she wanted to adventure with him, and Finn of course took her along. It was fun, and he loved hanging with her. He just wanted more than someone who adventured with him, because that was what a friend did, not a girlfriend.

The sofa was really cushiony and he sank into it contentedly. He spotted Marshall drifting over, and saw the apple still in his hand had a blotch of boring grey on its top. "So…you drink color?"

He sat next to Finn. "Yeah. But I like blood more." He bit the apple hard with a loud crunch, and sucked.

"Marcy does too."

The apple was put on the table, fully grey now, and Marshall leaned back on the couch. "Marcy, huh? That's my opposite, right?"

Finn smiled. "Yeah. She's a really good friend. She plays jokes all the time, though. It bother's Jake; he doesn't like vampires that much. Not at all, actually." Not since Marcy tried to bite him.

Marshall tilted his head down near Finn's. His breath hit Finn's cheek. "You do, though?"

Finn swallowed at the closeness, and he saw the vampires eyes move to his neck. "Well, I just said Marcy's a friend…"

Marshall leaned across Finn's lap, the human tensing, and he grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. "I put in a pizza," he said, flicking the TV to a movie.

"Thanks, bro."

He shrugged. "You're lucky Fiona left food here last time she and I played. Otherwise it'd be apples and cherries for you."

Finn wanted to meet Fiona and see if she really was like him. So far Marshall wasn't exactly like Marceline, but if he had to change her gender then this would probably be what he'd see. And Finn had Jake, so what would Fiona have? Johanna? Jacky? He had no clue. But when he thought about it, a feeling in the pit of his stomach that wasn't hunger came about. Fiona was like him. That meant every part of Finn's character was in this girl, and sharing his own personality was out of the question. That was what made someone different from another. Finn liked being one of a kind. And with that, not holding a single uncertainty, Finn didn't like Fiona.

"You're not like her."

Finn spun his head, taken aback. "What?" Could he read Finn's mind? Or did he say that aloud?

Marshall kept his stare on the television screen, and it flickered on his face, shadowing handsomely. "Your eyes are clearer. I see that what you've been through in them. I see bravery, and not stupid bravery, just that fearlessness in wanting to help. And your smell is different. If I was blind, I'd be able to pick you out of a crowd of millions. Your blood smells rich and unique."

Finn blushed at the suddenly deep Marshall. Talking about his blood made Finn uneasy but…the compliments were really nice. Unexpected, but nice. Maybe it was the musician in him or something that made him sound like that.

"Thanks, Marshall. And uh…Marceline and you…I can see you're different too." He didn't have fancy words like Marshall Lee, but he hoped that the truth came in his words, because he meant that. There was no copy of Marshall anywhere, even if this universe thought otherwise.

The vampire twitched a small smile. "Thanks."

Finn smiled. "No problem."

There was a triple beep from the kitchen just when he was starting to smell the delicious aroma. Finn was getting up to grab his food when Marshall stopped him with a hand on his arm. "I'll get it. Don't want your fragile human skin to get burned."

"Jerk."

Less than a minute later, a large thin pizza was set on the table, covered in cheese and peperoni and olives. The whole pizza disappeared in minutes. Finn collapsed back on the sofa with a groan, holding his slightly pudgy stomach. He shut his eyes. "Ugh. Too much."

He was really tired, and he was too tired to get mad that he was tired. He'd slept a day, and was still sleepy. Finn blamed it on the fact that it was still night time, around 3 or 4 in the morning, and on Marshall, too, though he probably shouldn't.

"Finn?"

He gathered up the strength to speak. "Mmm. Yeah?"

A cold touch to his face had him opening his eyes. In his peripheral vision he saw Marshall's finger swipe his cheek, and he followed it, turning his head to see it go in his mouth where he sucked it, and then let the pale finger out with a 'pop'. "You had sauce on you."

Finn realized he was staring at Marshall's finger for a while, so he looked up at him and stuttered out a 'thanks'.

"Anytime," the vampire replied cheekily.

Lazily he watched the television, but didn't really comprehend anything. His brain was fuzzy, and his eyes were groggy, and his legs were like noodles, and he struggled to stay upright on the sofa.

Abruptly, Finn was grabbed around his waist by a pair of big hands, and yelped as he was moved midair, turned around to lie back on the sofa with his head on Marshall's lap. Surprisingly this was kind of cozy. Then sudden and weird when Marshall's hand ended up resting on his stomach lightly, but he didn't mind the change as long as the pervert didn't try anything right now. Finn was too tired and it wasn't exactly unwanted. He fell asleep minutes later, content in Marshall Lee's lap.

Sorry for the short and crappy chapter. Next will be much better.

I don't like bribes for comments but if this gets 25 reviews I'll do something from Marshall's point of view, possibly him looking after Finn when he passed out in chapter one. I plan on it being cute. Also, I was going to have Marshall Lee play a song for Finn eventually, do you have any recommendations? :)

As always, let me know if there are mistakes in here, and comment! See you next time!

-Eve