The first thing Finn noticed when he woke up was that he was cold. That wasn't new when waking up at Marshall's place, though, so he just grumbled about Marshall's house being an igloo and pulled the blanket that was around him up and over his head.

Next he noticed that he was in pain, which he probably should've noticed first but he'd been in so many fights before it took time to register after a while of getting used to the aches he woke with every morning. He was lightheaded—or heavy-headed?—and his neck ached, and his butt hurt most of all. He flushed realizing why all of these parts of him throbbed in pain.

Because he had sex with Marshall Lee.

He wasn't a virgin anymore.

That was a really big deal and he really wanted to tell Jake—though having his virginity taken by a vampire probably wouldn't be something he'd get excited about. Still, they would gossip like little girls about it, like when he had his first real kiss and his first date and on and on, and Jake would give him advice on stuff he didn't even realize he should.

This wasn't something he should think about, it was making his headache worse.

Other than being bitten by Marshall—without Finn's consent, too—he didn't remember anything; it was that and that amazing feeling that felt like he was somebody else—like he wasn't in his own body-and then nothing at all.

He opened his eyes wide and wondered where Marshall Lee was?

He didn't want to sit up, just moving to adjust the blankets had a sharp pain shooting through his lower half, spine and butt, but he really wanted the vampire. Needed him to be here next to Finn, and Finn didn't know why he felt that way other than it was cold and he was alone and shouldn't he be with the guy he just lost his V card to?

He sat up, grunting as everything spun, and wrapped the blanket around him tighter. Thankfully Marshall had put clothes on Finn because he only remembered being naked.

"Marshall?" he called out towards the bedroom door that was cracked open.

He waited, but there wasn't a reply.

There was worry for Marshall Lee, like something might've happened to him and he could be hurt or worse, but the pain he felt from Marshall being inside Finn was so massive he didn't want to move at all even to protect the vampire. He had to, of course, because Marshall could be in danger and Finn's job was saving people from danger—he was a hero—and he liked the pervy vampire a lot.

He winced as he shifted his legs to the side of the bed, taking his time in doing it, and took a deep breath, getting ready to stand and search for the missing Marshall Lee. As his feet touched the cold floor he heard a door shut and sighed in relief—he wouldn't have to go downstairs.

Just to make sure he called his name again. "Marshall? That you?"

"Yeah, babe, it's me! Be right up!"

Finn smiled at being called 'babe'.

Lying back under the blankets and on the fluffy pillows he loved, Finn waited for Marshall to come upstairs. When he did he was carrying a plastic bag.

Finn immediately wondered how long he'd been sleeping in this bed for if Marshall had time to go out and get stuff. Yeah, he could go during the day with his umbrella, but the knife storm was probably still going on outside and there was no way an umbrella would keep a knife from slicing through an umbrella and hitting the vampire.

"How long have I been sleeping for?"

Marshall set the bag on the table by Finn. He went through it. "About 9 hours. Sun went down a couple ago so I went to grab you this." He held up a little bottle. "You should take two of these."

Finn frowned. "Why?"

Marshall opened it and dumped two round pills into his hand. "I drank your blood twice, Finn. Probably should've given you some right after but I didn't have any and we were a little busy." He smirked at Finn.

Finn blushed. "What do they do?"

"You're dizzy, right? That's 'cause you don't have enough blood or somethin'. These will help you… Well, make more, I guess. I don't really know exactly but trust me, you need them."

Finn held out his hand. "Okay."

Marshall gave them to him with a water bottle he pulled from the bag and Finn swallowed them, making a face. It was really gross.

Marshall laughed. "Yeah, I've heard they taste bad. That's why…" He searched through the bag again and a candy bar came out. "I got you this."

Finn smiled wide. "Thanks!" He tore it open, always happy to have candy in his belly, and anything to wash away that bad taste from those pills.

"No prob."

Marshall sat down next to him. It was just the sound of Finn chewing when he said, "Finn."

He looked up when hearing that tone. "Yeah?"

"Last night…it was amazing. You're amazing." The intensity in his words and eyes made Finn blush.

"Y-you probably say that to everyone you…well, you do 'that' to."

"Not really," he said with a shrug. "Usually they just leave in the morning."

There was nonchalance in the way he spoke but Finn could tell it hurt to have that happen. Maybe that's what he felt earlier, when he wanted Marshall with him when he thought he was gone. To have somebody leave after connecting in such a way was like a knife in the heart—not to be super dramatic, but it kinda was. Marshall didn't leave, though. He was here now and giving him candy and pills to give him back the blood he took.

Speaking of that.

He glared at the vampire, crossing his arms. "You drank my blood when I said no."

Marshall grinned. "You didn't say anything against it."

"You didn't give me time to!"

He held up his hands. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry!"

Finn huffed. "Fine. Just…don't do it again."

Marshall leaned down to Finn's neck, breathing on it with heavy puffs. He tensed. "I just can't resist biting that pretty neck of yours, Finn."

Finn rolled his eyes and shoved at Marshall's cheek with all his strength. "Stop. Seriously, dude, I'm tired…and I hurt all over thanks to you."

Marshall Lee moved back and looked Finn in the eyes. "What hurts?"

"Does it matter?"

"I just want to kiss it better."

"Now I'm definitely not telling you."

Marshall sighed, floating over Finn to lie beside him. "Fine, fine, fine, I won't touch you if that's what you want."

Finn pressed his lips together. "Well…"

Marshall looked over. "Yeah?" he sounded eager.

"You should at least apologize for biting me without my permission—and a real one, Marsh, not that dumb 'I'm sorry' a minute ago."

Marshall licked his fangs. "All right, I'm truly sorry I didn't get your consent and I'm sorry I caused you pain."

Good, Finn thought, he should be. "And…" Finn saw Marshall smiling, but not his big smirky smile or even the grin, just a small smile. He was waiting for more to make it big, and Finn was sad to admit that he was giving him that something.

He pointed to his neck quickly where his bite marks still throbbed when he moved it too much. "You can—" he couldn't believe he was saying this "—kiss it…if you want."

That's when the grin appeared. "Sure thing, babe."

His was right next to Finn's, with Finn on his back stiff and unsure of why he asked for him to do this, and Marshall rolled onto his side, that grin still in place. The vampire tilted his head up, his hand coiled into Finn's shirt at his chest, softly pressing his lips on Finn's skin.

Finn closed his eyes. His head moved seemingly by itself for Marshall, throbbing a bit, and then he really kissed at Finn's bruised and aching neck. Twelve times in a row he kissed it, Finn counted, and his hand wasn't still on his chest anymore. Marshall slid it down to pull the end of his shirt up and shove his cold hand under.

Finn shivered. "Marshall, you're hands are cold."

"Warm them for me, won't you?" Marshall said, lips on Finn's collar.

Yelping as Marshall tweaked his nipple, then groaning when the vampire's fangs slid on his already bitten markings, Finn couldn't help when he let out a loud, "Fuck."

Marshall twisted away to float above Finn, eyes searching across his face. "Did I hurt you?"

Finn's hand went to caress his neck. "Yeah…sensitive…"

Marshall leaned in to kiss Finn's lips. "Sorry. I should get you some ice or something?"

Finn shook his head, wincing. "Naw. I'm cool."

He lay down again, and Finn automatically leaned closer. Closing his eyes, he decided to rest. Because having sex with a vampire was one thing, but having that vampire drink your blood twice and one during the sex—well, Finn was simply exhausted.