WARNING: BLOOD DRINKING, SEX BETWEEN TWO DUDES, DIRTY WORDS!

Marshall didn't hesitate. He grabbed the back of Finn's head, his fingers lacing in his hair, and slammed his lips hard against Finn's lips. Finn shut his eyes and moaned as the vampire's fingers tightened, yanking him closer, and then his tongue licked at his lips, pressing, wanting in. Finn opened his mouth, breathing out with a wet sound, and their tongues met and tangled together.

The heat of their mouths was poisonous. It was a heat that Finn wanted to bathe in. And the sharpness of his fangs pushing down on Finn's bottom lip was dangerous. He knew that he'd thought that before but he couldn't help get excited at the feeling. He was an adventurer and sort of a magnet for danger sometimes and he'd come to like danger.

He climbed onto Marshall's lap, a knee between his two and one out. He separated their lips to get in air for a second when Marshall's hands that were stuck in his hair pulled him up again and their tongues twisted around each other's. It never seemed to stop with the intensity, their bodies pushed together so close like this.

Finn couldn't get enough—really, there wasn't enough for him. A good make-out was awesome, but he wanted more.

So he said so. "More, Marsh," he panted with their lips slightly touching. He gazed into his blood red eyes so close to his own. Red on blue, hell to heaven, Finn wondered how they could do this when they weren't alike—but they were, too. Contrasting and connecting. Finn loved it.

"Yeah," Marshall said with a nod. His lips seemed redder than usual when he spoke and Finn couldn't take his eyes away from them. "Upstairs?"

Finn hesitated but eventually nodded. "Y-yeah."

All of the sudden he was being carried up the stairs in Marshall's arms and laughing with him for no reason. Maybe he was giggling because this was totally wack, and random and unplanned. Or maybe just because he was sort of scared of what was going to happen next. He'd never done it. Marshall probably had a ton of times. That he was doing this without any kind of knowledge about it except for the little things he'd heard from Jake… Well, like he said, he was scared.

They went into the bedroom and Marshall laid him on the big black-sheeted bed and stepped back. Finn moved to sit against the fluffy pillows, biting his lip, suddenly uncertain with Marshall looking down at him, his eyes dense with hunger, and his teeth looked so pointy.

Finn's hand went to his neck, Marshall's eyes following. "I can hear the blood rushing inside you, Finn. It's making me really—" he stopped when Finn made a desperate noise. Marshall grinned, one eyebrow raised. "You like that?"

Finn blushed. He fidgeted on the bed. "Uh…yeah."

Marshall floated on to the bed, sitting on his knees in front of Finn. His hand reached out to touch his cheek, and his thumb made a repeated pattern in circles that was really comforting to Finn who was scared of his impulsive decision to have sex with a vampire he hardly knew. "I like you Finn. Really. That's why I'm asking if you want this. It would totally suck if you said no because, well…" Marshall Lee looked at his lap and laughed. "I've been hard since I saw you on that couch earlier."

Finn couldn't believe he got somebody hard from just sitting on a couch. "Uh…I…"

Marshall leaned down and kissed him, hand still on his cheek. A soft kiss so different from earlier that Finn wondered if he imagined it, and then he opened his eyes to see Marshall and smiled at him. "I want this. With you, I mean. Definitely. You…" he paused trying to find the right words. "If it was you for the first time…I can—I know I can trust you, Marshall."

The vampire smiled wide. His eyes glistened. "Yeah, you can trust me, Finn."

He pushed Finn carefully down on the bed, his hair splayed out on the pillow. Climbing on top, arms and legs on either side of his body, he started kissing at Finn's neck.

Finn closed his eyes tight. He felt the sharp points of Marshall's fangs when he kissed and sucked, and the wet tongue as he licked his neck which Finn thought was just really hot and he couldn't help the pathetic sound he let out or his hands clenching the blankets.

Marshall chuckled and his warm breathe prickled Finn's skin. "You're so cute. I just want to eat you, Finn. Did you know that? Every day I look at you and think 'I want to drink him dry' but another part of me says I should play with you. Do you want me to play with you?" He bit his neck, nearly breaking skin.

Finn's hips moved without warning to buck into Marshall's stomach. His clothes were too tight right now. "Please."

"Please? You want me to bite you?" Marshall teased. His hands pushed down on Finn's sides, keeping him from moving too much. Then he took each of Finn's hands in one of his and threw them above his head.

Finn grumbled at being held down. "Marsh. Just…" He huffed as a harsh suckle at his collarbone went right to his pants. He tilted his head a little more and basically screamed, "Bite me! Please!"

Skin broke skin and Finn cried a bit. It wasn't not painful; it hurt, but the feeling of Marshall's large hand in his above his head was comforting. And the pull of his blood, Finn could feel it. Feel the tug on his heart like Marshall was griping it in his fist. Finn moaned out loud, embarrassed that he liked this so much but not caring when it felt so good.

Marshall let go of his hands to put his palms on Finn's shoulders. He probably looked menacing, leaning over Finn sucking his blood making lewd sounds, but he was so warm, and it was nice. Better than nice, more like fantastic.

He was getting dizzy, though. As soon as that happened, like he sensed it, Marshall was done, pulling away and licking and slurping at the punctures he just made. He leaned up and kissed Finn softly, and suddenly it turned fierce. His body was on fire and Finn wanted more. More, his body screamed. It always screamed that when Marshall did these things to him.

Marshall sat up on his legs and tugged off his shirt. Finn watched him with frenzied eyes and then he, too, sat up and started to lift his own top but Marshall stopped him and did it for him, then he started pulling on Finn's pants and he groaned when it pulled something else.

Marshall grinned knowingly. "Why Finn. I never thought you'd get hard from that."

Finn slapped his arm. "Shut up, jerk. It felt good."

"It was good for me, too."

Finn blushed. He shifted around, and Marshall resumed shedding their clothes. Then they were naked together sitting on his bed. Finn looked at the beauty that was Marshall Lee. Tall, sexy, and everything he never knew he liked. He was big down there. Really, but more long than thick so Finn assumed it wouldn't hurt too much.

Marshall took one overall look at him, and shoved him down again. His hands were all over Finn. Fingers tugged his nipples and he stopped a really loud embarrassing moan from escaping. His nails grazed them when he went lower down, nearly touching that one part he really wanted touched.

"Marshall." Finn gasped, lifting his hips.

"Fugde. You're so cute and beautiful and I… Fuck." He bent down and licked a long trail up Finn's chest and started biting his pink nubs. Finn's hands went into that perfect hair and he just watched that tongue lick around his nipple before biting softly, tugging and giving that sharp tingle of pleasure.

With the vampires' lips at his nipples he was desperate. He started to rub up against him, and he was ashamed at his behavior but he was just so hot and needed some friction or anything. "Marshall," he said with frustration.

Marshall lifted his head to kiss Finn's red and bitten lips. "You want me to touch you? Ask nicely now."

Finn huffed. He obliged, only for the sweet relief. "Please…touch me."

Marshall gave him a look that made Finn scream in desperation and cry with joy. He went to his neck again, licking the same bite marks. Finn gasped at the feeling.

"Touch you, you say?" Marshall mumbled in his neck. "I am, Finn. Be more specific."

Finn licked his dry lips. "T-touch me… Touch…"

"Come on, you can say it. It's easy."

The anger set in and Marshall's teasing was too much for Finn to take. He grabbed Marshall's hair and pulled him from his neck—it was distracting and he couldn't think with that shock of pleasure that went through his veins at each lick. He glared once at the shocked vampire before kissing him, in control this time, their tongue's and teeth clashing like waves on the rocks.

They both panted when Finn pulled back. He kept his hand in his hair and, with a heated blush on his cheeks, said, "T-touch my dick. Please."

Marshall looked at him with amazement. "I… Yeah."

He moved slightly sideways but still mostly on top of Finn and then his hand, cool but hot with Finn's body heat, was wrapped around Finn tight, and good. He opened his mouth in a wide 'o' and gasped, hips moving up off the mattress. Their chests met, Finn's heaving with every stroke of Marshall's large hand.

"More."

"More?"

"Y-yeah, more."

Marshall's hand was gone. Finn whined and looked up at him. "Be quiet," he said with a smile. Then he was settled between his legs. He spread them a bit and Finn blushed heavily when Marshall just looked right at him. At that dirty part of him.

"Open that drawer," Marshall said, pointing to the dresser next to the bed. "Find a little bottle. It should be—yeah that's it. Toss it here."

"What is it?" Finn asked.

"Lube."

"O-oh."

"Trust me. It's your first time and you'll need it. Just know you're lucky I like you so much or I'd already be inside of you."

Finn shifted up on the pillows more to get comfortable. He knew what was coming. He wasn't an idiot. Trying to prepare his mind for it was different altogether. Picturing Marshall and his fingers—he threw his head back and groaned. His body was trembling.

"Finn?" Marshall's hands were on his inner thighs. It brought him back to reality. "Calm down. I'm not gonna hurt you. I'll…try and be gentle, okay?"

Finn nodded shakily. Marshall Lee's kindness was unexpected but very, very welcome. "Thanks."

He watched Marshall open the little clear bottle and squirt the stuff, the lube, on his fingers. He started to rub his fingers together and when he noticed Finn's curious look he said, "To warm it up."

"Oh. Got it."

Just sitting there with his legs spread waiting was frightening. More frightening than fighting the Lich.

When Marshall was done warming them up he put his hand that was free of the lube under Finn's thigh and lifted it up and over. Then it rested on his leg, cool and big. Finn leaned up on his elbows to see Marshall's finger hovering in front of his hole and it went in so fast Finn slammed his head back at the sudden intrusion. It was cold and Finn was suddenly more aware of the warmth inside him that Marshall must feel.

"You okay?" Marshall asked. He almost sounded concerned but that roughness to his voice had Finn wondering if he was just turned on by being in Finn—because Finn was turned on, for sure.

"Yeah. Just…just move. I'm good."

"I will," he chuckled. "Relax though, Finn, or I can't."

"Okay. Okay." He took a few deep breathes and tried to loosen up around that cold finger.

Marshall started to move it and Finn squirmed at the strange feeling. When he put two in, Finn squeezed his eye lids shut and tightened up again.

"Finn, relax." His hand stroked along his leg.

"Why don't you shut up. I'm trying to."

Marshall laughed. "Feisty. That's why I like you."

Ignoring the vampire, Finn focused and soon enough Marshall had two fingers in. He was fingering Finn, stretching him open for his… Finn groaned. And when the third finger was inside, Finn didn't bother to keep back the loud moan. His hips lifted up and down to meet Marshall's little thrusts.

"Glob, Marsh. Ugh."

"You like this?"

Finn nodded several times. "Yeah. Yeah, feels so…good."

Marshall just smirked like he won a prize. Finn wanted to throw the pillow at him but that would make the pleasure stop so Marshall was lucky he didn't get smacked with the fluffy pillow of doom.

"I think you're good, don't you?"

The fingers were gone and Finn whined. "Marsh…"

The vampire was climbing up over Finn's body, naked and so…hot, hotter than Flame when she was angry. He looked menacingly sexy; his hair billowed around him and eyes sharp like his fangs. Finn couldn't believe this was happening to him, that he got to experience this with Marshall. The last person he thought he'd lose his virginity to was a dude, and a dude from another dimension was something else.

Finn wanted him so badly.

Marshall was kissing him then. Soft lips melding, sharp teeth clicking. Hands reached down to pull Finn up and Finn automatically wrapped his legs around his lower back, and his ass was in the air—he felt the cool breeze hit him and shivered.

A smirk slowly grew on the vampire's mouth before he pulled away to look at Finn's face and lastly his eyes. "Ready?" he asked.

"I…" Finn licked his dry lips. "I think I am."

"I said I'll take care of you, didn't I?"

Finn's eyes went to his mouth, watching the words. "I guess you did."

"I meant it. Trust me."

Finn took a deep breath. His legs got a better grip around Marshall. "I'm ready."

Marshall was touching outside him and Finn froze. Compared to the size of his hole Marshall was huge and Finn didn't think he'd fit, or if he did what if he broke Finn in two? Was that possible? Marshall was strong; he could probably do that easily.

"Shh." Marshall pecked his lips. "I'll be gentle."

It was a quick entrance and Finn whined and again threw back his head. "Hurts. Stop."

"I'm in, just tell me when, all right?"

The sound of Marshall's voice—rough at the edges but kind when talking to Finn—was what he focused on. That and his fingers which were slowly rubbing over the marks Marshall left on his neck after he sucked his blood, they were super sensitive. But, glob, he was huge, and tearing him up. Finn didn't think that Marshall would be so hot because he was a vampire.

He just laid there, legs still around the vampire and his chest heaving a little, waiting for most of the uncomfortable feeling to vanish. Marshall looked a little strained above him, and it was probably a couple minutes later when he said, "You can move."

Marshall didn't hesitate for the second time that night. Finn gripped the sheets and cried a little while he thrust in and out quickly. It still ached but it was a good kind of ache, an ache that made his heart race.

Slamming hard and fast into Finn, Marshall huffed and threw back his head. Finn admired it for a moment, the picture of Marshall Lee so focused on his thrusts but his expression was completely lost in passion.

"Marshall…" Finn moaned. He put his arms around his neck and yanked him down without warning to kiss him. "Marsh, Marshall, glob, Marshall Lee," he moaned between kisses. He was fully wrapped around the vampire now, with his arms and legs and their chests so close.

The vampire moved down to nose at his neck. Finn's fingers splayed in his hair and he watched from above his head as Marshall's hips moved, connecting them with Finn's body to shove him inside.

It was so hot in here when it was normally freezing. There was sweat on his face from the heat of them. And he realized his dick was aching, throbbing. "Marshall…touch me. Please, I'm so hot."

"I'm so close already, Finn."

Finn groaned. "Glob-it, touch me!"

"You're so bossy, Finny."

His hand was wrapped around Finn, stroking it almost as fast as his thrusts. Finn grumbled out words he didn't understand.

He looked at Marshall when he started to nibble at his neck again. Finn didn't think he could take another bite, and he was about to say that to him when he felt something in the pit of his stomach, coiling like a snake.

"Ugh. Something's…happening," he panted.

"Yeah," Marshall breathed on his neck. "Me too."

The thrusts got faster. Marshall kept grunting and Finn moaned and moved, and his legs just fell from Marshall's back to stand up with his knees bent, but he lifted up to meet Marshall halfway.

"Finn, can I…inside you?"

Finn just mumbled a 'yes' even though he had no idea what that meant. Everything was so intense and hot, and all Finn felt was the good heat of Marshall in him and around him.

Marshall's lips were suckling his neck at the same spot, and Finn opened his mouth to tell him that biting him again wasn't going to happen but Marshall Lee broke skin before he could and sucked up Finn's blood. But it was different. With everything else—Marshall's dick inside him, his hands on Finn—it felt so much better he burst into tears, and that coiling feeling climbed higher until it reached the clouds and Finn felt warmth at his dick and amazing pleasure shock waves before he passed out.

Next time: The morning after. Or, the night. Whatever.

-Eve