I updated this chapter and added some things.

There was a light cool touch on his forehead and that was what ended up waking him. Finn opened his eyes and saw Marshall Lee, and his hand was slowly stroking across his forehead like spreading butter on bread. He had a very interested look on his face, lying beside Finn in the bed, smiling brightly. Content, was what Finn thought and he, too, felt that contentment, and smiled a bit from the smooth motion Marshall made on his skin.

"Mornin' sleeping beauty."

"Is it really morning morning, or your morning?" Meaning, was it nighttime or daytime?

"Does it matter?"

Finn paused. Then shrugged one shoulder. "Guess not. Since I don't have anything to do."

Finn actually really hated that he didn't have anything to do or look forward to doing for a week—how long was Gumball going to be gone again? Was it a week or more? Well, it was too long, that was the answer. There was always some mission or motive or plan for Finn's days, he wasn't the sit at home kind of guy, though he didn't mind doing nothing for a while or on days he just felt like crap. Just waiting for somebody, doing nothing but sitting at Marshall's place, still slightly sore from his first time, was boring. And it didn't feel good. He already felt his energy building, energy he usually let out during long, adventurous walks or battles, at dungeons by himself.

Marshall's hand moved to his face, his thumb pressing under Finn's left eye. "Finn, we can do whatever you want."

Focusing on Marshall, he noticed the pervy look and slapped away his hand, even when he sort of—no, completely—regretted it from how Marshall frowned and that happiness he saw from minutes earlier was fading.

"Sorry," Finn mumbled. He shifted in the bed a little, wincing.

"I know it's hard for you. Not being at home. Without friends or family."

"I do miss Ooo, but…there isn't much there for me right now when it comes to family and friends and stuff. But I—I don't not want to leave, because it is my home."

Marshall sighed. "Yeah, so you said." He rolled to lie on his back and seemed to ignore Finn altogether.

In the silence, so close but feeling like the bed was miles long, Finn had never felt so filled with regret at one simple action. An action that deflated Marshall like a popped balloon.

Glancing over for a single second, he saw there was blatant sadness on Marshall Lee's face. He knew that the vampire liked Finn, and Finn liked Marshall a lot, too. Talking about having to leave and not see each other again was hard and it hurt Finn just as much as it hurt him. It didn't feel right in his bones to leave him behind, as he'd said before many times. But seeing him like this… His head and chest throbbed like his ass.

Now that they shared what they did the previous night, Finn felt so connected to Marshall Lee. More connected than he did to anyone in his past relationships—if this could even be called that—and that might be because they had sex, something Finn only dreamed about. For Finn to trust in Marshall to let him have his virginity showed he cared for the vampire.

He only wished there was a way to go home and have Marshall. But, even though it's crossed his mind, he wouldn't ask Marshall to leave this place, because he now knew what it was like to be away from home.

There was something Marshall said that kept repeating in his head. "I'll try to keep you for as long as I can." And he knew that was the truth; Marshall really would try hard to keep Finn here.

He bit his lip and opened his mouth, about to say something he might regret, and yet might not, and closed it, repeating this several times until he got the courage.

He tilted his head to the left, watching Marshall watch the ceiling. "You said you'd try anything to keep me here, right?"

Marshall slowly rolled over onto his side, brow raised and lip quirked up. "Yes."

He licked his lips, blushing. "How far are you willing to go?"

Marshall blinked several times, mouth a small 'o' and eyes just shocked. "I…are you…being, like, sexy right now?"

Finn blushed deeper. "I—w-well, I…"

He turned his head away, griping the bed fabric with suddenly sweaty hands. Marshall touched his cheek lightly, almost hovering above it, bringing Finn's head to face him. He'd moved closer, and was floating above the bed. Those eyes were like when he was inside Finn, desire and heat dwelled in them, and fuck, if it didn't look hot. "It's working, cutie."

Finn huffed out a laugh. His hand automatically grabbed the back of Marshall's head, fingers deep in his hair. "Good."

Marshall went in to kiss him, but Finn tilted his head away. "Finn?" he asked, really confused. "If you're sending mixed signals…" he grumbled.

Finn chuckled, curling his fingers in Marshall's locks. "I'm not. I just…I can't do that…again. Not right now."

Marshall nodded. He pet Finn's hair from his face. "I know. You're still…sensitive and junk. I wasn't going to do that. Just a little making out, okay?"

"Yeah. That's fine."

Marshall went in to kiss Finn when there was a knock at the door downstairs. They both sighed at the same time and then laughed.

Marshall floated towards the door and called out, "Back in a sec. It's probably Fi or something."

Finn laid back and waited. He heard the door open, it was so quiet in this place, and Marshall called out 'hello, who's there?' and then nothing.

Five minutes later and he was worried. What happened? Did Marshall leave? Was he kidnapped?

He jumped suddenly when the vampire flew back the doorway, as quiet as the wind, and flopped on the bed.

"Who was it?"

"No one was there. I guess I must've imagined the knock."

He rolled his eyes. "I heard it, too, Marsh."

Marshall shrugged. "Well, whoever it was, they went away. I looked around but nobody was here."

NOTE: I'm going to have one big final chapter and then this will be over. So wait for one more update and then BOOM, this will be done.