'Yo Marshall, what's up with you man? When you told me you wanted to hang tonight, I didn't expect to literally wanna hang myself from just being in your presence.' Femme grouched, throwing a reproachful look at the surly vampire. Marshall-lee rolled his eyes at the dryness of her humour.
' Nothing's up with me. There ain't shit happening right now, but that's not my fault.' Femme flicked her brown hair impetuously, her grey suede high-heeled boots clicking on the floor of Marshall's cave as they exited onto the moonlight grasslands.
' I suggest we make something happen then.' Femme said, grinning mischievously as the silvery light glinted off of her unusually jagged teeth. Marshall laughed quietly to himself, heaving a mental sigh of relief as he morphed into his demon bat form and flew up into the thick dark sky.
As far as distractions went, Femme was the creme de la creme. His former band mate was hard to ignore, in more ways than one. He had never found her highly attractive (a solid six and a half in his mind), but she wasn't the type for a hit and quit like he would've wanted when they met. When it came to being unobtainable, Femme was even worse than a certain adventuress he did not care to consider right now. The only man he'd ever seen her show even a modicum of interest in was Gumball. And to be entirely honest, he never really found out exactly what happened between the two of them.
Femme was a lot like him, confident and mischevious. She knew how to have a laugh. But he knew she didn't really understand how deep his emotions ran, and he didn't understand why hers didn't run deep at all.
' Okay Fem-bot, what d'ya reckon? Got any daring escapades we can attempt?' Femme (a shapeshifter) blinked at him disapprovingly, having turned herself into a large owl with jewels encrusted around its eyes and electric blue feathers offset with orange tips.
' You are such a nerd, Marshall. Who even says 'escapades', you dork.'
' I take offence to that, and I do. Besides, I was the one who suggested this, so it's your turn to entertain me.' Femme threw him another look with her owl eyes, the enormous size of the organs enhancing every emotion she displayed.
' Oh, so I'm just free entertainment, am I Marshall? Way to make a girl feel wanted.' Marshall-lee scoffed, though not unkindly.
' Pfft. You've never wanted me to want you, Fem-bot.'
' I've never needed you to need me.'
' I wouldn't love you to love me'
' I wouldn't beg you to beg me!' They both sang in unison, then abruptly stopped in midair and began to plummet as they collapsed into laughter. Both of them shapeshifted back into their regular forms and stumbled onto the grasslands, throwing their arms over each other's shoulders, rendered incoherent with hysterics.
Eventually they stopped on the edge of a ruined downtown street. The buildings were crumbling and overtaken by vines, and there were rusting and twisted street signs whistling and creaking eerily in the breeze. Marshall-lee perched himself on top of a broken street light as he finished laughing and Femme watched him from the ground, arms folded.
' Seriously though Mar-mar. We haven't seen each other in ages, man. What's with the sudden call up?' She asked, raising one perfectly arched brow expectantly. Marshall-lee studied her for a moment, trying to decide how truthful he should be.
' Isn't having not seen you in ages a good enough reason? We're friends, Femme.' She rolled her eyes at him and put a hand on her hip.
' Get down here, you may be king of the vampires but you ain't allowed to act like it around me.' She demanded, stabbing towards the ground with her free hand.' And also, that's bullshit what you just said. Yeah, we're friends. And that means I know you pretty well. So I know you don't think like that. Something's bugging you.' Marshall twisted his mouth in distaste, annoyed at how completely correct she was. He begrudgingly floated off of the street lamp and came down till he was roughly the same height as her.
' Okay yeah. Maybe there is something bugging me. And maybe I wanted to hang out with you 'cause I figured you could help me take my mind off it?' He suggested condescendingly, running his fingers through his hair. Femme suddenly grinned at him, before shapeshifting back into the electric blue owl.
' Well why didn't ya say so, VK? Race you to The Devil's Waterhole!' With that she shot up into the sky and deeper into the urban wasteland and Marshall, never one to back down from a challenge, quickly followed.
The Devil's Waterhole was the seediest, most run-down bar that had probably ever existed in the history of the world. There was a constantly layer of grime over everything and everyone in that place, and the feeling of uncleanliness affected you the second you stepped inside the rusted door that was hanging off it's hinges. Because the owner (who no-one had actually ever met) had clearly ran out of fucks to give sometime before he opened the enterprise, the place had a way of melting your inhibition. When something is already that messed up, it gave you the sense that no matter what you did, you couldn't make it worse. So of course, people like Femme and Marshall never stopped trying.
The tricksters, the liars, the junkies, the demons and evil creatures- For them, visting The Devil's Waterhole was something of a right of passage. When you were a regular there, everyone knew you were not to be double-crossed.
Not to mention it was pretty much the only place that still traded real alcohol.
' Huh. I haven't been here in ages. Was it always this crowded?' Marshall yelled to Femme, even though they were standing right next to each other. The bar was so full of patrons that some of them had spilled out onto the street, creepily silhouetted in the red strobe lights that were flashing over the dance floor. The music in this establishment was a little harder than the stuff Marshall and his bandmates had usually played, but not so much so it was unpleasant. Sometimes a little extremism was good. It suited the pub perfectly.
' Nah, I don't think so. Apparently whoever the random is that owns the place decided to up his cred and make it more like a nightclub. Kinda a shame, but hey, makes it easier to make things interesting.' Marshall raised an eyebrow at Femme.
' Oh yeah? So you do have something planned. I knew you'd deliver.' Femme stuck her tongue out at Marshall, and he was surprised to note that she was keeping it forked, similar to his own. That and she had also had it pierced, which was new.
' I don't deliver anything for you, you just get to come along for the ride. Let's make a bet, hah?' Marshall waved at the bartender, who was a rather short, stout little demon with blonde curly whiskers, a bald head and deep crimson skin.
' I'm listening. Loser pays tab?' Marshall suggested, taking a beer and Femme nodded.
' Of course. First one to pick up somebody to take home wins, yeah? Oh, and anything below a seven doesn't count, 'cause both of us can pull that shit with ease.'
' Well, I know I can.' Marshall bared his fangs at Femme in a smirk when she hit him.
' Yeah, I'm up for that. But how do we know who's won? If we both just turn up at the bar with somebody on our arm, then we won't know who was first.' Marshall said pensively, taking a sip of his beer. Femme shrugged, thinking for a moment.
' Martini, on the rocks. And don't be afraid to shake it up, I like it dirty.' Femme said to the bartender, winking. He accepted this information stoically, and started making her drink.
' Okay, if we both score at about the same time, whoever scored better wins. So you better try your luck on a fuckin' eleven, mate. Or I'll be highly offended.'
' Same to you, Mosquito-bites.' Marshall-lee grinned at her cheekily before slipping away into the crowd, beer bottle in hand.
He wasn't dressed particularly nicely, just a zip up hoodie, burgundy collared button up and black jeans and high tops, but then he wasn't out of place either. So he surreptitiously ditched the hoodie over the back of a chair and popped one more button on his shirt, letting a V of skin and his bite marks show in the flashing lights. For some reason, as soon as demon girls figured he was a vampire, they instantly liked him about ten times more. Maybe it was a weird form of odaxelagnia and they figured since he was a vamp he'd be into that, or maybe they figured since blood-suckers are known for living rather a long time he'd know what he was doing. Which he did, but it was still no guarantee of a good time. Some guys are just perpetually selfish children, no matter how old they are.
Marshall ran his fingers through his hair, trying to sweep it out of the way and eyed the tables placed along the wall, seeing if there were any single women that were worth his time. Most of them only came with two seats, clearly set up for couples. The first few contained two men, a guy and a girl, a lone guy, two girls, then a lone girl. But the last girl was far below the standard he'd have to go for in order to score any real points. About a seven point eight. Meh.
Seeing as Femme was a shapeshifter, it was highly possibly that she would manipulate the odds in her favour. He'd seen all of her pulling morphs, and while he would do every single one of them, he also knew she couldn't keep them up for longer than twelve hours, less if she was tired or distracted. Shame for the guy who wakes up next to that after what he thought he brought home.
Suddenly Marshall saw a flick of blonde hair in the crowd, gleaming strawberry in the red lighting. For some unknown reason, he started pushing his way through towards that tantalising glimpse. He usually went for brunettes, but for some reason he needed to find out who owned those oh-so-familiar golden locks. Internally, he told himself that there was no guarantee that the owner of that hair was good looking or even female, but that didn't even make him hesitate.
He squeezed between the backs of two people and found himself looking at the business end of a centaur, his long blonde tail swishing between the crowd like a hair product ad. Marshall sighed, annoyed at himself. He only knew one blonde girl, and he wasn't supposed to be thinking about her. he was supposed to be here to forget about her, so that the next time he saw her he would think of her with his head and not his pants. But if he chased after any connection to her, that wouldn't help his case at all. Fucking metrosexual centaur. Stop shampooing your gobdamned tail.
He turned around and huffed slightly in surprise when a short, black-haired demon girl bumped into his chest.
' Hey, watch it.' He muttered curtly, then stopped short when she looked up at him. She had very pale lilac skin, and she was blushing deep blue which looked odd in the red lighting. But the thing that caught him was that her eyes, instead of being the customary red for demons, were bright, bright blue. Aqua blue.
Argh. He was instantly attracted to those shining blue eyes. Oh fuck, no.
' You watch it.' She replied in an unconvincing tough voice, and Marshall froze for a second, taking the time to tear himself away from her eyes and assess her. She was wearing a tight purple bandage dress, and he could see a short tail poking out beneath the also short hem. There were two dark purple horns curling on the side of her head, like a ram's.
Hm. Definite nine.
It was just her eyes. Everything else couldn't be more different. What's the worst that could happen?
'... Sorry about that, I didn't mean to be so blunt. I'm just having a bit of a rough day.' Marshall-lee smiled at her, turning on the charm. The demon girl blushed harder, but otherwise seemed unperturbed.
' Yeah well, you're probably not the only one, buddy.' She tried to push past him and Marshall-lee caught her elbow, unwilling to let those sparkling- No, the opportunity go.
' No wait, please. I really am sorry. Let me get you a drink, make it up to you.' He said, trying to sound as sincere as possible. She studied him for a moment, and Marshall could tell that she found him attractive. When you dedicate a fair amount of your time to making yourself difficult to read, it becomes incredibly easy to read others.
That or he knew that whenever he encountered a straight woman, there was like, a seventy percent chance she would bang him if given permission to.
' Go on, you know you want to sweetheart.' He said, raising an eyebrow and smiling at her subtly showing his fangs. He saw her eyes lock onto his bitemarks. Now all he had to do was wait a few moments and...
' Fine, whatever.' She sighed, her nonchalance clearly fake.
Strike!
' So tell me, how come your eyes are blue?' Marshall asked her, smirking at her as he gestured for the bartender to refill her cocktail. She giggled, shyly playing with a strand of her hair.
' My mom got knocked up by a water nymph, and she had me. So I guess I'm a water demon, or something crazy like that.' She said, laughing again. Marshall smiled with her, but he was already bored.
All this giggly girly stuff, he hadn't had to tolerate it in such a long time. There was a limit to how much you would stand for sex, and since he hadn't been particularly wanting recently he hadn't bothered. The women he preferred were the rough and ready type, who spoke their mind and didn't worry about how people perceived them. The kind who did what they wanted, but weren't as jaded as him so that they still cared, still had a cause. The passionate, stubborn ones, innocent but curious, and never willing let anyone get the best of them.
No, don't think about her. Don't.
' I was only asking because they're such a sexy colour. Everyone says that red is attractive but y'know, I'm so used to it, I like a little change.' He murmured, forcing her to lean in to be able to hear him properly. Marshall tentatively kissed her a moment later, then deepened it when she didn't resist. She gasped slightly when he put his hands on her waist and pulled her towards him, then slid them down her hips onto her ass. Marshall made a slow circle around her tongue with his own and she moaned lightly in response, pressing herself up against him and reaching up to grab his neck. Then he pulled back slightly and bit her lower lip, subtly rolling his eyes when he clenched his hand on her butt and she jerked in response. Typical demon girl.
' Come.' He whispered in her ear, keeping a hand on her waist as he guided her through the crowd and to the back of the pub. He knew from playing here before that this place used to be an inn, and that if you knew how to ask the bouncers would let you upstairs into the old rooms. They were still fully furnished, but not in the kind of way where you could actually stay there for any length of time. If all you wanted was privacy and a bed, then it was perfect, but beyond that- not so much.
Marshall told one of the bouncers to go have some shots courtesy of the Vampire King, and led the demon girl up into the first room, which was vacant.
As soon as he had her inside and the door closed, he went back to kissing her, trying to get himself invested in what was about to happen. She didn't stop him as he unzipped her dress and peeled it off, then threw her down on the bed. Underneath she was wearing a matching pale green lace bra and thong, and they both seemed rather too small for her, straining to hold in every curve.
' Oh, baby...' She moaned breathily, running her hands down her body, twisting and writhing as he watched her. But... Nothing.
Instead of being turned on, Marshall just felt a vague sense of boredom and guilt, like he shouldn't be here and he didn't really want to be anyways. And that made him so frustrated, so angry because even though he had a perfectly serviceable one night stand in front of him, still the only girl he could think about was gob. Fucking. Damn... Fionna.
She was all he wanted, even now when he had given himself options. And that was confusing and unknown and weird and just...
It was scary.
Marshall climbed on to the bed and began kissing the demon girl again, his stubborn resistance wavering in his uncertainty for a split second, but that was all it took. Images of Fionna in that bathtub flashed across the back of his eyelids like those joke cameras children have, where you click the shutter and a new picture appears on a pre-developed reel. Uh, he wanted her so badly...
The girl had already gotten his shirt off, and pretty soon he felt her hands on his jeans, looking for the button. Marshall grabbed her hand and pushed her away, back down onto the bed. He straddled her imposingly, undoing it himself as she watched him.
It was so damned infuriating. Why would it matter who it was with as long as they were hot and willing when he was in this state, when he wanted sex this badly? Even as he studied the girl in front of him, who was practically begging for him to take her, the only thing he could think of was that she wasn't her.
He needed the release so badly, but when he looked at her, stared at the curve of her hips and held her full breasts, he felt close to complete apathy. Everything just shut down. But then he saw her eyes, that gorgeous colour she had stolen, and suddenly...
' You better like it rough.' He muttered in a low voice, before he pulled off her thong then picked up her legs and placed them over his shoulders. She screamed and grabbed the headboard behind her when he thrust into her viciously, not caring enough to prepare her with anymore than those few curt words. Apparently she did like it rough though, as the slight whimpers of pain soon changed to mewls of pleasure when Marshall upped his pace, hitting her harder that he usually need to. Physically he still felt numb, and even though he could feel her clenching around him it wasn't doing anything for him. And that only angered him more.
He poured all of that fury and confusion into his movements, twisting his hips sharply and making her scream loudly as her shoulder blades thumped against the headboard.
' Ah! Oh, Yeah.. Please, just a little... Aauuhhh..' She groaned, and Marshall could feel her body beginning to tighten, draw everything in. He almost wanted to back off, let her feel how he did knowing that he wasn't getting what he wanted by doing this. He had hoped that actually having sex with someone would calm him down but when he was just barely aroused and heading nowhere it just wound him up even further. If the tension became any greater he'd become dangerous to be around.
And then she came, those beautiful blue eyes fluttering closed as she moaned. Her entire body shook and her hips jerked against him reflexively as she rode it out, and Marshall watched her with a trace of jealousy. Lucky bitch. She was actually enjoying herself.
' Ah-ahhh.' She murmured when Marshall pulled himself out and wrapped his arms around her, turning her over. Marshall curled himself over the top of her and held her against him, letting her feel that he was still hard on the back of her thigh. He pressed his face into the side of her neck and bit her, with enough force to draw blood. He couldn't drink from her though, as hers was blue so she wasn't in any danger of that. She yelped then whimpered quietly as he drew his tongue over the wound then along the shell of her ear.
'Round two...' He whispered bluntly, hoping to convey that she had no option in this and that he was getting a second go. She mewled brokenly as he pumped into her again, the new position creating a completely different feel. His fingertips slid across the sweat sheen on her skin as he tried to grip her waist, holding her in place so that he could smooth out the jarring pulse. He could feel his own stamina beginning to get up and go, but even as he began to pant he could finally feel the onset of his own climax.
He had thought that maybe having sex with someone would've helped him figure out whether he was just insanely horny and Fionna was hot or whether it really was something to do with her. And he was right, it had helped him figure it out.
It just wasn't the answer he had hoped for.
He didn't know how many more times the demon girl screamed while he fucked her, how many more times he sent her into a void of blinding hot pleasure. But she barely even whimpered when his breath hitched and he shuddered and bit his lip, cumming inside her after what seemed like hours. All of that work and honestly, the end result wasn't worth it.
When he opened his eyes a few moments later, he saw her stiffly remove her fingertips from the top of the headboard and she collapsed on her front onto the bed, the only sign of life being the shallow expansion of her ribs as she breathed and the heat radiating off of her skin.
Marshall wiped off his dick with the sheet and got off of the bed, wincing at the ache in his thighs when he stood up and zipped up his jeans. He hadn't screwed anyone in a while, but really this was a pretty lackluster return after the dry spell. If he'd done this last week he probably would've felt differently as he actually would've had fun but now it was... Barely even noteworthy.
He studied the demon girl as he picked up his shirt and put it back on. He probably shouldn't leave her here like this. Even though it had been some time, he evidently hadn't lost his touch, and she was so thoroughly worn out it didn't look like she even had the strength to get up.
But at the same time, he was a little tired himself and frankly, kinda disappointed. He didn't want to get involved with her, She had fulfilled her purpose. So he just shifted her slightly and threw the sheets over the top of her, then picked up her clothes and put them on the bed next to her in a pile. She mumbled something and promptly fell asleep, a strand of her dark hair twitching every time she breathed out.
If he was a decent guy he would've stayed with her till she was conscious just to make sure nothing bad happened, but he wasn't going to take this farther than it needed to go. He took one last look at her, wishing he could've had one more glimpse of her pretty blue eyes. Then he left, running his fingers through his hair as he went back down into the bar to find Femme.
Author's note: So, new character eh? Femme. She's featured in one of my other fics on deviantart, which I will not link because it was average at best, But I actually really like her character. She's such a punkass no nonsense little bitch, it's great fun to write her xD
If you're wondering where she exists in the universe, she's not OC, but a genderbend of the character Guy, who was Marceline's bandmate in the comic books.
She's not a one-stop shop character either, as our anonymous demon girl is, and she's going to become pretty important as the series continues, so stay tuned!
-WRA