Chapter 15: An Old Friend

Marceline had actually decided to go to the function. She wasn't sure of its purpose, she wasn't sure what kind of business would go on there or if it was a business thing at all. All she knew was that it took place in the Candy Kingdom, and that's why she was going. Hell, after this ball or meeting or whatever is all over, I can sneak off with Bonni and have some real fun.

The girls had entered a strange area when it came to their relationship. They weren't quite together, but they weren't quite apart. Sure, they shared a bed more than frequently, but it was upon Marceline's stubborn refusal to talk about her feelings that they weren't really together together. Bubblegum had tried again and again to have Marceline open up, but after such a huge falling out, the vampire found herself closing herself off almost unwillingly. It was as though her brain would simply not allow the candy princess close again, even though Marceline's heart was totally in it.

Still, Bubblegum was glad to have the vampire in any degree she could at the moment, and Marceline adored being with the princess, as had always been the case. So tonight, Marceline (tease that she was) was going to force the girl through a whole evening where the vampire was one of the tightest, skimpiest dresses on the face of the planet. Glob. Bonni's going to nag at me to come to more of these functions; well let's see how well she handles it when I show up in this.

Marceline was not conceited, but the dress absolutely made her smolder. It was tight, black, with a red sash around her natural waist. It ended about as high on the thigh as one can get without ending where a shirt would. There was a strange, moving quality to the fabric that made it swirl. This wasn't surprising; it was made in the Night-O-Sphere (for a Queen) and things there worked a little differently. It was almost inky in its movements. To save what little modesty the outfit allowed, Marceline wore straight black stockings to cover her legs, and completed the look with red heels.

Yes, Marceline was definitely going to turn more than one head tonight, and (unlike usual) it wasn't going to be because she was the Vampire Queen of the Night-O-Sphere. She smirked to herself in the mirror. Alive or dead, candy or animal, everything with a brain is going to be looking here tonight.

Marceline floated her way over to the palace and into the ballroom, where (it seemed) every ruler in Ooo was simply hobnobbing and chit-chatting. Marceline was beginning to remember why she had never gone to these things after the first few when a pink princess eyed her from across the room, a huge grin spreading across her face. Despite herself, Marceline couldn't help but smile as well. If I had known showing up to one of these lame-o royal rallies would make her this happy, I would have done it like, forever ago. She suppressed her smile into a one-sided smirk as she watched Bubblegum hastily excuse herself from the company of an incredibly obnoxious LSP and weave her way over to the vampire.

"Majesty!" She heard a voice say, though she didn't take it into account. She still watched as Bubblegum neared. "Your Highness!" the voice persisted, "Queen Marceline!" Bubblegum got there just as the name snapped a vampire head to the man who had called her 'Queen'.

Glancing over at Bonnibel before turning her head back to him, confusion etched in her brow, she took in the man's appearance. He was very familiar (a vampire from her realm), dressed in a nice black suit with a red tie. If you had looked at the two together, you would have taken them for a couple. The registration hit, and a smile spread across her face. "Marshall!" she said, hugging the boy before continuing, "What are you doing here? It's been what, a hundred years?" She heard Bubblegum clear her throat and decided (for once) to act like a civilized royal. "Oh glob! Sorry! Marshall I'm sure you know Princess Bubblegum. Bubblegum, this is Marshal Lee, the Vampire King!"

The two older beings laughed at that before he extended a hand towards the pink girl, who was so flustered, she could only limply lift her arm as he bent down and kissed it. "I didn't know you were married, Marceline." She eeped.

The two laughed again, as though they had known each other for forever. "No, princess. We just call him that. He's like, my royal advisor. We're old friends." She smiled at the girl. "He takes care of things while I'm away."

"Which is becoming more and more often, Majesty." He chided playfully. Bubblegum looked on at the two interacting and heat rushed to her cheeks, a fact that went unnoticed by the boy, but not unnoticed by Marceline.

She decided (again) to play tease, and feed Bubblegum's blatant jealousy. After all, this was the plan all along, only now, I have a handsome, virtually identical to me being to play her hatred off of. She giggled at the boy and shoved him playfully. "You're the only one who calls me that, Marshall…I don't know why I let you get away with it…" she flirted.

Luckily, Marshall was more than used to her games, and decided to go along with it. Whomever she was trying to impress was sure to be jealous, he knew; and he loved playing pranks, even if they might be a smidge on the mean side. Besides, they were more like brother and sister than anything. They'd met around seven hundred years ago after a particularly brutal attempt on the throne due to Marceline's travels. He'd come up as one of the two vampires who didn't turn into animals when they became what they were, the other being the Queen herself. They'd become fast friends, and he maintained her realm when she was out, and considered each other pretty righteous.

"Any way, why are you here, dude? I thought only one representative of the kingdom came to these things." She was a little closer than she had to be, and she saw Bonnibel practically turn livid. She imagined steam coming out of pink ears.

Marshal laughed. "I attend all these things. Our realm," One didn't just drop the name Night-O-Sphere in a crowded room, "needs to have a delegate at all these functions, a permanent task you so bestowed upon me around five hundred years ago, Majesty." He mock bowed and kissed her hand.

"Oh! How smart of me. I do usually avoid these things like a plague." The two laughed.

Bubblegum was reaching the end of a very, very short rope. Really, it was more like a small chink of rope that she had. Here these two were, both vampires, both from the Night-O-Sphere, both old enough to go back at least five hundred years, both laughing and being flirtatious. Bubblegum had never known herself to be jealous, but she couldn't help but absolutely hate the boy who was trying to come in and steal her Marceline. She cleared her throat. "What exactly do you do for Marceline, pray tell?" She said, voice oozing with disdain. She didn't have to worry about him, if he was offended, relations with the Night-O-Sphere wouldn't suffer as he wasn't the ruler. He never would be and he knew it.

Marshall smirked at the question and took Marceline's hand again, giving it a peck, saying, "Whatever her Majesty wishes of me."

And then he had the audacity to wink at the Vampire Queen. He winked at her Vampire Queen.

Marceline laughed. Have to love Marshall. Dude knows what's going on without even knowing who it's for and he just goes with it. The two shared a knowing smile and he quirked an eyebrow in a silent question as to who this performance was for. Marceline's smile got bigger and she glanced quickly between Bubblegum and the other vampire before turning to Bonnibel and saying, "So, Princess. What exactly is the purpose of this function?" She glanced back at the boy and recognition was written on his face. She could see him nod his head ever-so-slightly in approval and a little bit of surprise. Marceline had had many conquests, but never a pink princess and almost definitely not someone whose lineage could be traced back to the Night-O-Sphere. He could easily see where the Princess could get jealous and haughty; while all of Marceline's others would have been a little more lewd about it and thinking of three people in bed instead of two.

Bubblegum stepped closer to her (yes, her) vampire. A little more than friendly close, the dual vampires noticed, but no one else seemed to. "Well, Marci, this is one of those Galas one holds when every kingdom is in peace. It's a chance for Princes and Princesses and Kings and Queens to meet and chat and be…amicable." She said, eying Marceline a little (a lot) less than subtly.

"It's practically a dating service." Marshall interjected, and watched as the pink girl flushed. "I'm surprised no one has snatched her Majesty away from us yet, single and gorgeous as she is." Marceline giggled again, and he stepped closer to her.

This was seriously going to cause a fight in the middle of a peaceful gathering.

"How do you know she is? From what I gather, you two don't see much of each other!" Bubblegum said hotly without thinking, and fought hard for her hand not to reach out and wrap a possessive arm around Marceline. To protect her from this-this vampire.

Marceline had to fight back laughter. Because there is no way like, ever, that I'd date Marshall.

"True," Marshall said, "But we share everything." He said, a slightly suggestive tone in his voice. Before a pink explosion ruined the whole event his stomach grumbled.

"The strawberries are on the far table." Bubblegum said coldly.

He laughed. "Oh no, only our lovely Queen has mastered that skill. But fear not, I'll return home for a meal. And seeing as her highness is here, I'll be making my permanent leave as my services are not required." He straightened his coat as Bubblegum backed away subconsciously. This vampire was a bloodsucker. "Yes, it is a remarkable thing, her ability to eat red. She'll always have this taste of strawberry about her, wont she?" He laughed before a fiery portal opened beneath him and all of a sudden he was gone.

Bubblegum had time to think of seven ways she could kill him before he was gone completely. What business did he have knowing how Marceline tasted? When he was gone completely, she silently grabbed the vampire queen and dragged her through the palace to a dark hallway somewhere away from the party. Marceline smirked, and had a strange sense of déjà vu. If a little teasing always gets her this hot and bothered, I should totally do it more often.

The vampire was shoved against the stone wall of the hallway and she watched as Bubblegum visibly shook with anger and frustration. "You…He...!" She stammered, words not finding their way into her mouth. For a moment, Marceline was truly expecting to be slapped, until her shoulders were force completely back into the wall and a searing kiss was planted heavily on her lips. This is totally better than waiting until after the lumping meeting. Marceline thought, as a dominant Bubblegum attacked her lips. She was pulled back and pushed hard into the wall again as the candy princess nipped at her jaw-line fiercely, only to have the bite marks disappear a moment later.

Bubblegum grabbed tightly at Marceline and whispered angrily, "Don't heal." Before tonguing Marceline's bite mark and sinking her own teeth in two half moons around them. Marceline had understood with those two simple words. Bubblegum wanted people to know the vampire belonged to someone. Someone who wasn't afraid to mark her. She groaned at the pleasure-pain from the candy girl's almost-too-hard attack of her skin, palming harshly at her chest over her dress.

She was more than ready when Bubblegum yanked down her tights and underwear, not even caring to remove them completely, and plunged two fingers deep inside her. Marceline let out a yell that echoed down the hallway, grabbed onto the shorter girl for support, feeling like her knees would buckle against the wall.

The pace was quick, hot, heavy, and beads of sweat lined both of their brows. They would never get enough of each other, even if they tried. Their breaths mingled in the same air. "Your mine, Marci." Bubblegum said, softer than to be expected. "Tell me."

Marceline cried out as the candy girl added a third finger, never relenting her pace.

"Tell me!" She said again, a little more demanding, but still with a strange softness.

"I–I–I Oh, glob! I–I'm yours! Ahh! Bonni!" She screamed out loud at her climax, standing on her tip-toes and arching hard into her lover; after she wondered after if anyone at the party had heard. She collapsed onto Bubblegum.

Whispering in her ear, Bubblegum said. "It worried me. Scared me. You have so much in common with him." Marceline caught her breath and stood on her own.

"Yeah. But he didn't drag me into an empty hallway and have his way with me." She smirked at the candy girl's embarrassment.

Bubblegum cleared her throat. Still, Marceline didn't talk about how she felt, even though the pink girl did at every turn. "Well we better get back to the party."

The princess turned to go, but a hand stopped her. "Ah-ah-ah Bonnibel." She said, waggling her finger side to side. "I'm not the only one leaving here marked." Bubblegum's eyes widened because indeed, Marceline hadn't healed the circular ring of teeth marks that encompassed her vampire scars.

Slowly, seductively, Marceline rolled the pink girls long sleeve up just a bit. Licking softly and keeping eye contact, Marceline bit down into the girl, and closed her eyes as she drained just a bit of pink from her. Bubblegum's eyes fluttered shut at the mind-numbing at the sensation. Really it was one of her favorite feelings, and turned her on more than anything.

A small grey spot appeared on her wrist, and the vampire pulled away, tugging the sleeve back down over the mark. Somewhere in her fuzzed over head, eyes cloudy and wandering with desire, she heard Marceline say, "Don't forget who you belong to either, Bonnibel."

When the princess opened her eyes, the vampire was gone, apparently back to the party. She sighed into the air. "I'd never forget that. I belong to you, Marci, always."

It hurt Bubblegum how much she was in love, and how much they never talked about it.

She'd rather a piece of Marceline than none at all.

A/N

Wooo! Another (smutty) chapter all finished! This one comes from LittleMissMisfit who wondered what if 'Princess Bubblegum gets jealous because someone likes Marceline' I figured it could just be perceived liking on Bonni's part, as I've set up that most people disapprove of our undead Queen. Hope you liked it!

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