I said I would not start a new fic until I finished the one I started but then I lost the majority of the one I was writing. I'm too depressed to go back and re-write it right now ... so yeah.

With my broken heart of lost data I'ma going to write with only an idea and hardly any planing and write what ever; just for the fun of it! ... A crack fic ... Is that what it's called ... :V

I never understood mpreg but I thought it would be fun to write to, so here you are :P some crap from the top of my head.

~Warning there is going to ooc, I'm not making them overly girly! I'm going to make them so manly that all other men will grow ovaries HAHA I'm just kidding. Also since I'm writing this for fun I'm not going to be ocd with spelling, so please don't bring it up, it'll make me farther depressed ... hohoho

P.G glared into Marshall's demon eyes inches from his face, as Marshall glared back with a snarl on his lip. The two of them stood there facing each other; tense, like angry wolves.

Marshall grunted, turning to leave through the opened stairwell window. Before Marshall could escape Prince Gumball grabbed him by his sweater caller and pinned him against the wall; their bodies pressed closely together, their noses almost touching.

They held each others glare. What had started this fight? What had gotten them so angry?

Marshall could almost laugh, it was so stupid.

Instead of pushing P.G off of him Marshall pressed his mouth to Gumball's, his hands flat against the stone behind him. Gumball was too surprised to pull away, and let Marshall kiss him. Marshall tilted his head, trying to pry Gumball's lips apart. When the Prince resisted, the vampire pricked his bottom lip with needle shape fangs.

P.G jumped back, away from Marshall, out of surprise. Marshall smirked at him, licking the blood from his lips.

Gumball wiped blood from his lip before taking a fistful of Marshall's sweater and throwing him up the stair though the bed room door. When P.G ascended the few stairs he'd thrown Marshall up, the vampire sprung from the floor and ran the Prince against the wall.

Marshall used one of his hands to tug at Gumball's belt while the other one pinned down P.G's right hand. Gumball struggled against Marshall, but lost the advantage of his left arm when Marshall leaned his shoulder into his.

"What the hell are you doing?" P.G growled as Marshall unlatched his belt buckle.

Marshall laughed, "Don't pretend you don't know where this is going."

"I do, but why in hell would I want to?" Gumball wanted to ask but Marshall pressed his lips to his once again.

Marshall forced his hand down P.G.'s pants and gripped his cock. Gumball wanted to resist but couldn't denie that Marshall's touch felt too good. P.G let out a low moan against Marshall's lips as his member hardened. With the hand free of Marshall's, P.G squeezed the vampire's crotch; if this was going to happen he was not going to be left on bottom.

After Marshall had fucked Gumball against the wall, P.G had taken him to the bed where the Prince of the candy people did him missionary. The two of them laid face down on the king sized canopy bed, the sun half way to noon.

Marshall watched P.G's sleeping face, his ass hurt but he didn't hate the pain. He'd had sex with other men before but he had never played catcher. It wasn't the worst thing he'd ever done, but he rather be top.

Marshall poked P.G's gummy face until the Prince's eyes opened. "I'm hungry." Marshall said simply.

"You know where the kitchen is." Gumball closed his eyes again.

"Don't you have people that bring food to you?"

"Just get it yourself." The prince said annoyed, his voice drunk with sleep.

Marshall didn't get up, more tiered than hungry. He closed his eyes content on staying naked under the covers until either, P.G kicked him out or his hunger took him over. He was trapped here until sunset, unless he found an umbrella or some other form of sun protection.

Marshall watched the Prince's resting face again wondering if he treated all his bed mates this coldly, or if he was kinder to the woman he brought home. Maybe he'd been a virgin before last night, Marshall snorted at the thought. P.G looked shy and gentle but Marshall could tell he'd hadn't been pure white prier to last night. The insensitivity to intimate touches, and the dominance he battled Marshall for; the pink Prince defiantly knew his way around another person's body.

There was a knock on the bed room door. The Prince groaned a reply, and peppermint maid entered the room. "Prince-" She began but lost track of herself when Marshall caught her eye. Marshall propped himself up on his elbows and smiled at the candy maid. She looked nervously to her Prince as he worked his way into a sitting position. "Prince Gumball, ah, err, just wanted to know when you, um, when you were planing on, aaah, coming down stairs. You have meeting with, with, with the Elf King's ... ambassador from the East Forest kingdom at, aaa, in an hour."

Marshall tittered at Peppermint maid's fluster, P.G narrowed his eyes at him.

The Prince turned to the maid with a smile, "Thank you, I'll be down shortly." The maid smiled awkwardly, her eyes flicked between Gumball and Marshall, then left.

When the door shut behind the peppermint woman Marshall let out a small laugh. "Your people are weird." Marshall grinned up at the Prince who was still watching the door. "Did you see her? Have you ever had someone spend the night?" Marshall asked teasingly.

Gumball frowned facing Marshall. "That's not it you dult." He said sounding a little irritated. "Most of the candy people are still scared of vampires." P.G heaving himself off the bed. Marshall watched Gumball, looking for the hickies and bite marks he had made. He didn't mind being feared, it wasn't something he was new to, being a vampire came with that dark stigma. He was surprised, though, that the candy people had not grown to him. He had been around the castle enough for people to know he wasn't dangerous, more so Peppermint maid since she was always running around the Prince.

The Prince dressed himself in browns and creams as Marshall sat up on the bed, not quite ready to leave the warm nest of blankets. "Do you plan on staying there all day, or are you leaving?" P.G asked pulling on his sweeter.

Marshall smiled at the Prince, "Do you want me to wait here for your return?" he joked. "I'm just waiting for sun down." Marshall said with a laugh when P.G frown again.

"Alright, see you around then." P.G waved over his shoulder as he opened the bedroom door and left.

Marshall waved mockingly at the closing door. P.G was being more cold then normal, and it was ridding on Marshall's nerves.