The One For Me
Breathe
"You could have been the real one, you could have been the one enough for me…"
The party was in full-swing, with Cake in full-blown gigantic mode dancing the Macarena in the middle of the room. Fiona stood off to the side of Cake awkwardly holding her collapsible sword and wearing a pretty white dress, with Finn next to her in his own very awesome hat. To Prince Gumball she looked perfectly lovely, but he didn't find himself blushing like he would around…well like he would around others.
"Another party, Gummy, fang-tastic job." Prince Gumball almost dropped his crown at how fast he turned. There he was, Marshall Lee, the Vampire King in all his grey glory. Prince Gumballs cheeks grew warm and he uncomfortably resettled his crown back into place. Marshall smirked, flashing his pearly white fangs at the blushing Prince. "Try not to blush, the red's attracting." That only made Prince Gumball blush harder and stutter when he spoke.
"W-w-what are you doing here? You weren't invited." He tried to regain his composure, but with Marshall in front of him, lazily floating like the air was his arm chair. Whilst the majority of Ooo who had come to Prince Gumball's party were very dressed up, as well as PG himself, Marshall didn't look like he'd put any more effort than usual into his outfit. A grey, plaid shirt that had probably been red once, with black jeans (a difference at least) with a couple tears letting his light blue skin peek through. His hair was beautifully messy, wind-blown probably from his float over to the Castle.
"You know the game, Gumball. When I'm invited, I don't come. When I'm not invited, I do. What can I say? I'm a rebel. If you'll excuse me…" The Vampire King pulled himself up so he was floating straight up and slowly made his way into the party, never turning back even when Prince Gumballs eyes bored holes into his back like the ones on his neck. He knew that PG was too sweet and made of candy to harbor any anger, but if the candy prince tried hard enough he could last a few hours. Marshall just had to make sure PG wanted it, made him not want to be angry at him by the end of the night.
On the other side of the room, Gumball fumed so fiery he thought he might melt right through the candy floor of his mansion. How dare that filthy vampire just crash his party? He didn't mind having Marshall here, or not here but when the vampire deliberately went against Gumball's wishes, against his perfectly laid out plans! That made Gumball want to rip out his cotton candy hair and throw a tantrum.
Trying to regain his composure, he decided to dance with Fionna. She did look pretty tonight, and he needed something to get his mind off of Marshall. "Would you like to dance, Fionna?" She whipped around, almost smacking Prince Gumball in the face with her bangs. Her eyes grew three sizes too big and if it wouldn't have been for the pure goodness of PG he would have been a bit freaked out by it. Instead he just smiled and took her hand into his and put his other onto her waist.
"This party is great, Gumball."
"Thank you, Fionna. Half the credit goes to you for helping me decorate again. I'm a planner not a decorator." Prince Gumball said, spinning Fionna around on the dance floor, effortlessly. He'd always been a good dancer, the steps coming to him quickly but he really did not enjoy dancing with other people. His poor feet would be bruised by the end of the 2 minute dance with Fionna, not that she meant to cause him pain. But he really did wish that the others he danced with would take the time to learn the steps.
"I'll help you with anything. I mean, like decorating, and stuff like that." Fionna blushed bright red, making Prince Gumball smile at her flustering. He spun them around the dance floor, bumping suddenly into something cold as ice. Marshall and Victor, a vampire under his liege, spun around next to PG and Fionna, both of them dancing off of the floor, feet floating on the air, but not hurting each other. He thought that dancing with someone who could float must be so much better than with a human.
"You look lovely, Fionna." Marshall said, holding Victor at arms length and seeming as if dancing with a boy was no different than with a girl. Victor looked no more out of place in the arms of the Vampire King than Fionna and Cake would have dancing. Prince Gumball envied him for that natural ease. He had never felt self conscious about himself, or even uncomfortable, but he knew that his candy self wouldn't be able to dance with a boy and not feel weird for it.
"Thanks," Fionna said in a snappish voice. He wasn't sure why but he wasn't all that happy with her tone, it made his hair droop, and his candy center go sour. Many of the people in the Land of Ooo thought that because he was Prince Gumball, and made of entirely out of candy, that he had no feelings except for sweetness and happiness. But that was the very opposite of true; especially when it came to Marshall for some reason. It took a lot of will power to remember that he was mad at the Vampire King at the moment.
"You could have gone to the trouble of dressing in color, Marshall." Gumball said continuing to dance and never breaking the stare off he and the vampire were having. Black against pink, dancing never leaving synchronization, Prince Gumball felt something dark fall over the room. Marshall had turned off the lights, and he knew that it was a challenge. This whole night was a challenge, a test.
He almost jumped a few feet into the air when he felt Fionna get ripped from his hands, and huge, strong tail sent him flying. "Oof!" The poor candy prince landed in a heap at the foot of the wall, Cake's tail having thrown him straight across the room by accident. He felt like he had a dent in his licorice spine, the pain was so bad. He didn't move from his position on the floor, regretting the whole party as his whole body struck with pain.
"Gummy! Are you okay?" The lights flashed back on and he found Marshall staring at him intently, floating so his face was only inches away from PG's and his feet were in the air. Since he'd set foot into the candy mansion, Marshall had been intent on annoying Gumball as much as possible, but now with Gumball rolled up into a little ball, he was rather concerned. "Can you move, Gumball?"
It feels like Marshall's talking to him through glass, the pain is so loud in Prince Gumball's mind. He wants to move, to tell everyone to get back to fun, to candy and cake, to dancing and laughter. He wants Marshall to stop looking at him like that. Above all else he wants the pain to end now.
"PG, what hurts?" Fionna asks, kneeling down next to him and stroking his head, which only rocks his body and makes his spine ache. The pain is slowly fading away, slow as hard candy but he can feel it lessening. He thinks it has something to do with the way, Marshall's cupping his cheek protectively, making sure not to jostle him in the slightest, unlike Fionna.
"My spine…" It's barely more than a whisper and Fionna shouts at PG as if that will help him be louder. Marshall though hears him loud and clear and shoves the human girl away. Friend or no friend, this is not the time for rough human hands and unthinking human brains, Gumball must be taken care of.
He carefully, as lightly as possible, picked Gummy up, one hand under the candy Prince's neck, and the other under his knees. PG whined low in his throat, the pain flaring up at the movement but it cooled once Marshall had him settled. "Marshall…" The Vampire King just cradled Prince Gumball against his chest and floated above the crowd of concerned and worried hands reaching for the candy prince. Until he was sure PG wasn't in pain, the only person touching the prince would be Marshall himself. And maybe even after he wasn't in pain.
He didn't know what the others were going to do, the mood had kind of been killed, but he wasn't all that concerned about finding out. He just floated up the stairs and to Prince Gumball's room. It wasn't all that odd to him to be going up to Gumball's room.
Marshall gazed down at the prince in his arms. When he'd first set out to court the little, bubbly prince he'd meant it to be casual, fun, unattached. He'd play some video games with the Prince, maybe get a few sweet kisses, some more experience to put on his dating resume. He thought that maybe he'd use it to get with the Prince of Fire. Then he'd actually been with Prince Gumball.
Sweet kisses that tasted like cotton candy, how good the shade of pink tastes on his tongue, how flexible the candy prince is. Hand-holding was nice, he found. Kissing without intent of fucking, even kissing the princes cheek or hand was strangely pleasing. Maybe it was the ownership, vampires do like to be dominant, and be the owner of things. Just the idea that the expanse of light pink skin was all Marshall's for the taking, with only room for his lips, and only open to his hands, made him hungry for the prince.
He pushed open the door with his back, carefully maneuvering them through the door. PG nestled into his chest, liking the smell of Marshall. To Prince Gumball, he smelt like days outside with Lord Monochromicorn, like caramel apples, and like the warmth of home. To a boy who'd grown up as the prince of a cold Father made of sugar ice, and a Mother whose jelly bean filling had gone stale a long time ago, Marshall was home to PG. Even before they started…whatever this was, Marshall had been one of PG's oldest friends.
"Gummy, I'm going to lay you down on the bed, okay? I'll try not to hurt you but…" Marshall let Prince Gumball's feet touch the bed first, gently easing the rest of his body down to the bright pink comforter. The prince lay limp against his pillow and the only sound was of soft, pained whimpers. Marshall looked around awkwardly, unsure what to do with himself now that he wasn't holding PG and being useful. His eye caught onto a fuzzy pen across the room on a desk. The color made his mouth drool and his fangs shift.
Glancing back at the Prince, he decided that a little grey was good for the soul, especially when there already was so much pink in the prince's life. He floated towards the pen, reaching for it with a blue-green hand and almost dropping it when Gummy spoke. "Marshall…?" He grabbed the pen and held it behind his back, turning to look at Gumball.
"Yeah? Are you okay?" He floated over closer to the bed.
"Would you lay with me? It's only my back that hurts, not my mind." Forgetting momentarily about the pen in his hand he laid down on the huge bed, facing Gumball and floating a few inches off the bed. Gumball's tiny hand wrapped around Marshall's neck and pulled him down onto the bed, where Marshall awkwardly let himself stay down instead of floating. Even when he slept in his own bed, he floated over the mattress. The only time he didn't float was with Gumball.
"The whole party is ruined."
"Nah, it's not, Gummy. It was great while it lasted, I had a great time." Marshall lied, knowing that it would have been a great time if he'd been dancing with Gumball the whole time instead of Victor. And if he hadn't had to watch his candy prince in the arms of Fionna. As if reading his mind, Prince Gumball spoke.
"You were dancing with Victor…is he…are you and him…?" The question was disjointed, muttered but obvious. Marshall's hand found it's way to PG's waist, pulling himself closer to the candy prince to tangle their feet together. He was very distinctly aware of his pelvis pressed against Gumball's but he wasn't ready for it to go that far. PG was still in pain.
"He's my subject, a loyal subject who I shared a dance with. Nothing more." They met eyes, black to black. PG's eyes shone with apprehension, like he didn't believe Marshall. "He's to me as Fionna is to you. A best friend…right?" He didn't want to be jealous of Fionna but he was. Would she be the one who stole Prince Gumball from him? Or would he just lose him?
"Fionna is a friend, you are my best friend." PG swept a lock of Marshall's hair out of his eyes, leaning close to press a sweet kiss to the vampire's cheek. Marshall's heart swelled up suddenly and he clutched at PG's waist, stroking circles into the prince's back and side.
"Do you feel better?" Marshall meant physically, as in his back pain, but after saying it he realized that it could be taken as in emotions. Were he and Gummy okay again? He wasn't so sure when they'd been not okay but he assumed it was somewhere between him dancing with Victor and PG dancing with Fionna. For two royals, they were an insecure bunch.
"Yes, do you?"
"I'd feel better if you'd kiss me." The prince smiled and pressed his torso against Marshall to give him a sticky, and tasting of sugar, kiss. Their lips fused together into a perfect pair, the kiss growing fast from a sweet peck to an intense, full-on kiss. Marshall almost floated through the roof with lust when PG sucked on one of his fangs. PG threw a leg over Marshall's hip to hold him down onto the bed and to bring them closer together.
He pulled the prince as tightly up against him as he could, biting down on the lower lip of the Prince and sucking out a taste of the lovely shade of pink that was Gumball. The prince's hips thrust forward into Marshall's lap, his lip caught between Marshall's teeth and his moan loud. Having his color sucked out of him was something he'd been ashamed to admit he liked until Marshall told him that it was normal for it to feel good. That Marshall made it feel good for him.
Marshall's hand came up to cradle the back of his love's head, holding the delicious boy to his mouth and savoring the moans that the boy made. This was so much better than any pen he'd ever have, better than any deep red or other shade he'd ever tasted. There was just something about the way Prince Gumball tasted in color. And it didn't bother him to suck out his color because it would replenish. PG might be grey for a while, a couple of minutes but his heart would replenish the color and he'd be good as new.
"Gummy, you're so delicious. There's no one as amazing as you." Marshall released the grey lip he'd sucked all the color out. Instead of another kiss, he laved over the bite marks with his tongue, closing the wound smoothly. The pink came back almost instantly as the prince's body quickly started recovering from the abuse. They shared a sweet kiss, slower than the others and tasting of candy and the color of red. Marshall moaned, tangling them together further by twining their legs together.
Both of their groins pressed together, hardness to hardness Prince Gumball rocked his hips into Marshall. With groans and moans of pure lust, they set a slow rocking motion of their hips. Marshall would push forward into Gummy, and Gummy would rock into him, both of their dicks growing harder every motion. "I need you." Marshall stopped, pulling back to look into Gumball's eyes. Gumball's eyes were hazy with lust, his lip still gray and bruised.
"Are you sure? You're not in pain?"
"I'm not in pain, except that if we keep talking instead of making love I'll have a painful case of candy balls." At the mention of balls, Marshall pressed a strong kiss to his love's lips and moved to hover over him. Testing his self-control Marshall moved to press kisses, and bite lightly on PG's neck never stopping the thrusting motion of their hips. He was nearly about to explode in his pants and that would be perfectly humiliating so he wouldn't allow it.
Marshall floated down Gumball's body, and flicked the button on the boy's pants open. Gumball moaned at the eye contact as the Vampire King slowly pulled down the zipper with his teeth. The pants were ripped off and thrown somewhere across the room where they wouldn't be touched for a long while, hopefully. Marshall, tired of these games, but still wanting to play with Gumball a little bit, stood up off the bed.
"What are you-" Marshall started slowly unbuttoning his grey plaid shirt, tantalizingly pulling it off his shoulders and down his arms. His green-blue skin shone in the dim lighting of Gumball's huge room and he ran his hands down over his pectorals and to his abdomen. Gumball's eyes followed his motions intently, one perfect pink hand coming down to cup the hardness that was still covered by purple boxers. Marshall moaned, moving his hand down to cup himself at the sight of his lover touching himself.
Pushing himself to continue the show, Marshall flicked open the button on his jeans and licked his lips seductively. As a vampire, he was good at being sexual, or at least appearing sexual but strip-teases weren't exactly his specialty. He slid the zipper down and wriggled out of his jeans not as gracefully as he'd wanted. PG giggled as Marshall's foot got stuck in the pants, causing him to fall face-first into the bed. For a moment, all the sexual tension went away and it was just two lovers there, giggling together, with messy hair and completely open with each other.
Then Gumball's lips met Marshall's, one smooth pink hand inching down the vampire's stomach to the top of his boxers. The temperature in the room skyrocketed as Gumball's hand slid inside just enough to barely brush the Vampire King's member. Marshall moaned so loud he thought the whole Candy Kingdom might hear him. Fingers dug into soft, pink hair and a perfect hand slid to encircle Marshall's member, slowly and cautiously as if it might bite.
Then Prince Gumball, the innocent and virginal ruler of the Candy Kingdom, slid down the bed, pulled off black boxers and went down on Marshall Lee, the Vampire King. Now Marshall was sure that the whole Candy Kingdom would hear him. As Gumball's mouth slid down to suck on him he moaned and groaned and moaned and groaned, vaguely wondering where his voice moderation had went. He felt out of control, pulled in all directions with the center of his existence being where the prince's mouth covered his member, with enthusiastic (and warm) (and wet) sucking.
Then, suddenly, he was close. Oh so much closer than he'd ever been before, and his hands were in Gumball's soft hair, pushing even though he knew he shouldn't. Gumball took it in stride though, which surprised him and shot these odd sparks of arousal through him. He shook with delicious tremors, and cried out his lover's name, unaware and uncaring of everything that wasn't Prince Gumball or himself. He shook and shuddered and suddenly there were words on the tip of his tongue (I love you) and they shot out of his mouth before he could pull them back in. He heard them distantly as if someone else had said them, not himself, but then Marshall had an armful of light pink skin and was being ravaged by enthusiastic kisses.
"I love you, too." Prince Gumball pulled back to say, his smile pearly and dazzling, with this twinkle in his eyes that Marshall found utterly enticing and sort of frightening in a weird way that he pushed aside. Gumball, in bliss and wanting very much for Marshall to touch him, pulled the vampire into another rough kiss and pressed himself down to sit on Marshall's lap, where Marshall was getting hard again. He wanted the vampire king more than he'd ever wanted anyone, or anything. More than he'd wanted, or even liked, Fionna. More than that awkward crush he'd had on the Fire Prince once upon a forever ago. More than Monochromicorn wanted Cake.
With Marshall around, the vampire was the only thing he could see.