It had been one of the most exhausting days the prince had ever experienced. Between passing bills, adventuring with Fionna and meeting with his subjects he was exhausted. He was nearly falling asleep on the desk his note laid upon. He looked down as the words became nothing but a bundle of blurred letters. Gumball yawned as he felt a cool chill on the nape of his neck. He turned around, expecting to see someone...
But there was no one there. Nothing but beakers, bunsen burners and an open window.
Prince gumball took off his goggles and rubbed his temples, hoping to rub some of the exhaustion and stress away. Knowing that this was going nowhere, the teen stood up and stretched his back, holding his elbow behind his head. Letting his arms fall to their sides, he turned around and walked right into the undead Vampire royal, bumping their foreheads together painfully.
"Ow Gumbutt! What the lump?!"
Marshall lee floated there, rubbing his forehead, floating backwards from the impact. the Pink prince, rubbing his forehead as well, looked at the vampire and said in a strong tone "Go. Home." As he left the laboratory. he was in no mood for Marshall Shenanigans. He didn't want to be in the presence of his tricks, or his guitar, or his attitude. He was too wound up for it. All he wanted was a bath and to go to sleep.
The vampire king floated behind the prince, following him. he would have gone home, had he had something better to do. Messing with gumball was his favorite past time...if he couldn't find anything else. He enjoyed messing with the prince, and turning his face red with either anger or embarrassment. Both entertained Marshall greatly.
"Come on Gumball. I haven't seen you in like, four days. You're due for some messing with."
Prince gumball turned around and grabbed the undead teen's flannel collar in his hands, gripping tightly out of frustration.
"Listen here Marshall Lee, and listen well because I will not repeat myself again" The gummy teen warned. "I am exhausted. I have been working my candied ass off all day! I'm so stressed and tired that I cannot finish the formula that has been sitting on my desk for four days! All I want is a bath, and to go to bed. Can I not have one night alone?! You will go home, and take your tricks and your shenanigans with you. Am I understood?"
It wasn't a request. it was an order.
The vampire king wondered whether he should punch the prince for speaking to him like that, or fly the prince out to the badlands and drop him in the chocolate-marshmallow swamp. Marshall decided against it seeing as how the prince looked tired to even give a proper reaction to any of his pranks.
"Alright alright" Marshall said as he pulled his collar out of Gumballs fists. "I'll go home. I promise I won't lay a hand on you"
"Or dump anything on me"
"Or dump anything on you"
The prince was skeptical with Marshall lee's answer, as he always was, but was too tired to care. "Good. Now leave my castle." And with that, he turned on his heel and walked up the stairs out of sight.
...
The prince dropped his lab coat as soon as he had walked into the large bathroom. Enjoying the mixture of floral and sugar scented waters. He set his crown on its pedestal and stripped himself of his blouse and undershirt.
Bead of sweat had already begun forming on the teens chest and abdomen. it was always hot in this room, whether or not a bath had been prepared for the prince. The sweat glistened on his torso accentuating the toned muscled on the princes body. Countless hours of fencing and training in the event of an attacker had done the prince well. However, he was quite self conscious of his body and hid it. The prince stood there shirtless for a moment, enjoying the steam and letting it melt some of his stress away. The teen then removed his shoes, pants, and pink satin boxer shorts and walked into the water.
Gumball submerged his entire body in the water and popped back up, his gummy hair laying on his face and the nape of his neck, almost as if it was melting. He leaned against the edge of the Pool-sized submerged tub and leaned his head back trying to relax. But no matter what the prince tried, he wouldn't unwind. The prince slumped his shoulder and rubbed the back of his neck in thought. he needed some kind of release.
The prince looked straight ahead with a realization.
A release...
...
Marshall Lee did as he was told. He went home after the prince so rudely told hm to do so.
But he didn't stay there.
He had promised nothing to the prince about staying away from the prince. He stayed in his home for about five minutes, feeding his zombie cat and draining the red for an apple or two, before deciding to go back to the kingdom of candy. He flew back to the kingdom, and decided to scare some of it's subjects before returning to the castle. A nightmare here, a weird noise there. it didn't take much for the candy people to jump out of their wrappers.
After the vampire king had had his fill of scaring for the night, he flew up to the prince's bedroom with a bowl of water in his hand, of which Gumballs fingers were going to be placed. A juvenile trick maybe, but a classic for one who's asleep. When the king peeped into the royals room, it was empty. There was no one there. There lay the princes sleep clothes still undisturbed. Marshall flew in through the small window and placed the bowl on the night stand while taking look around.
Yep. He definitely hadn't been to bed yet. So how could Marshall mess with the prince? He figured he could ransack his room. If not scare him it would put him at an inconvenience. Marshall flew over to the bed and puts his hands under the bed frame, ready to flip it over...
When he heard a noise.
Was it a moan? A sigh? Whatever it was Marshall Lee had not heard it in the candy kingdom before. The vampire floated and followed the noise until he reached a large door. He pulled on the handle but it was locked. Not wanting to destroy he door, he let go. He looked around and judged the position of the room, then flew out the small window he came in through. Soon without much difficulty, he found the window to the noise. He hovered above it and floated down to peer inside at what was making the odd noise.
The vampire king couldn't believe his eyes, and could barely contain his laughter as he caught sight of the prince.
...
Gumball hardly ever needed to do this. It wasn't an issue very often, as he didn't find any of his subjects sexually arousing, and elemental weren't really his type. Gumball wasn't really sure he had a type. Gumball didn't have time to flirt with women let alone ever have sex. Although if he had tried it wouldn't have been a problem.
Gumball closed his eyes and moaned softly at his own touch, thinking he was alone. Gumballs hand lenft his chest and ventured under the sudsy sugary water. His palm was warm and soft as is grazed his manhood slowly and firmly, beginning to pulse to life. He leaned his head back slowly breathing in the sweet air, as his hand began to move faster and stronger, causing the bubblegum teen to moan louder as his sweat soaked head leaned back. He didn't need an image in his head to get him going because frankly, he couldn't think of one. He just needed the sensitive touch starting slow and becoming quick and more erratic as the minutes wore on.
Gumball had discovered this technique when he was fifteen, stressing about a bill he was going to need to veto. He took a bath the night before as he sat in the tub with jet streams calming his muscles. When he had leaned over to grab a towel a jet stream had made contact with his manhood, giving gumball a feeling he didn't want to give up. The next day he vetoed the bill with no problem. The action had cleared his mind completely and calmed his body. So when it was needed, Gumball would take a bath, decide if it was necessary, and pleasure himself to calm down.
...
Marshall lee was practically in hysterics outside the window, being sure to be quiet enough as to not reveal himself to the masturbating prince. he couldn't believe it. Prince gumball, The princess of princes, the baker of cakes, the ruler of the candy kingdom and the most uptight polite guy Marshall knew was touching himself. Marshall couldn't wait to use this against him. Oh he was going to hold this over the princes head for a very long time. He debated whether had had time to go home and get a camera, but decided against it, knowing Gumball could be finished by the time the Vampire king came back and there would be no blackmail. He decided to mess with the prince in this moment instead.
The king of the night turned himself invisible, and opened the window silently. The smell of the scented water made Marshall gag at the sweetness. A mixture of syrup and sugar and flowers, it was all so...girly. Marshall blocked his nose and stepped into the room and positioned himself at the far end of the tub. Hiding behind the large fountain in the corner of the pool, he crouched down and reappeared, turning his left arm into a tentacle.
He didn't say anything about not laying a tentacle on the prince.
As he went to put his arm in the pool, he stopped...and he stared. During his laughing fit and his planning to scare the prince, he hadn't really looked at 's no possible way this would be the same gummy prince ruling over the candy Kingdom no way! This guy was hot. His lustful moans reached Marshalls ears as his scarlet eyes caressed the pink teens body from afar. With wet hair and a glistening body, Marshall found himself unable to move. He sat there as the tentacle turned back into an arm, and he held onto the fountain. He disappeared again just in case Gumball saw him.
Marshall felt his throat become dry and his mouth begin to water as he watched the X rated show. This was weird for the vampire king. he was seeing the prince in a whole new light. A red light. Marshall found himself drooling over the prince, as he became aware of exactly how hot it was in that bathroom.
...
Gumballs breaths became deeper, sharper, more erratic has he came close to his breaking point. Not afraid that the moans and sighs escaping his chest and throat were getting louder. Within seconds of the last loud moan gumball arched his back and grabbed the edge of the pool behind him and his hips bucked beneath the water.
Breathing heavily he let his shoulders slump and sank up to his neck in the water. Finally he could really relax. As he didn't want to drown in the large bathtub,he stood up, smoothed his hair back and walked out. When he though he heard gasp or whimper of some kind he turned around searching for the source of the noise. When he didn't find anything he wrapped a white fluffy towel and walked out of the bathroom.
Marshall reappeared, his eyes wide his mouth open in shock at the size of the young princes manhood. Marshalls mind immediately flew in a bunch of different directions. He wanted the prince in his mouth, in his hands, in him. The thought of the gummy prince fully sheathed in Marshalls rump made him lose his breath and sit completely on the floor.
When the small hard candy in a maids uniform opened the door, the vampire quickly cloaked his visibility and flew out, as quickly as he could towards his home. He needed to think.
