C1: Marshall's Sneak Attack... Fails?!

Listen, some of my male straight viewers might fall unto this. GO BACK! THIS IS MAINLY FOR YAOI FANS! Anyways... this is my first GumLee yaoi story, and I hope to complete it. Enjoy the lemons in C2! ^/^ And I call Gumball Gummy. My birthday is in three days... :3 on le 27th of SEPTEMBER! I am doing this to get it out of my head too so chill if it isn't that good.

Marshall Lee flew over to Gumball's castle one night while Gummy was busy with a ball. He snuck into Gummy's bedroom, searching for something to take or booby-trap.

"Damn, he has, like, nothing in here! Maybe the bathroom." He walked over to the bathroom, opened the door, and his eyes grew. The shower had red and blue curtains, the toilet had an orange cover, the sink was yellow, and the walls were green and purple.

"A rainbow..." he whispered, then began laughing. "Dude, who the glob has a bathroom with the colors of the rainbow? He's a candy prince, not a rainbow prince!" Marshall left the bathroom, making sure the light was off. He went over to Gummy's wardrobe and opened it. He found more matching suits, then looked at the casual clothes.

"Nope, nothing here. Maybe his pajamas...?" he thought to himself as he moved over to the pajama drawer. On top, there were pink and purple pajamas. Then, after going under a few, he found a T-Shirt that used to be his.

"Glob. He has my shirt. Why..? Weird~." He ignored it and flew away to the bed. Going over to the night stand, he searched for Gummy's journal-if he had one. And to his surprise, Gummy did. Flipping through the pages, he stopped at one that had his name in it.

Dear Journal,

Marshall Lee didn't try to scare me today, and I mean TRY. He wasn't here, but Fionna was. At least she cared. I am trying to make a serum for Marshall though. I was going to ask him if he could test it out for me. Too bad he wasn't here. Anyways, goodnight journal, Candy kingdom, Fionna, cake... and... Marshall.

-PG

"Okay~. Weird. Next page!" he thought, giggling. Flipping to the next page, he realized it had more of him in it instead of what had happened yesterday.

Dear Journal,

Marshall didn't show up again. I still wanted to ask him about the serum lotion so he wouldn't burn in the sun. I kinda feel bad for him. Lately, he's been the only person I've thought of, and it's freaking me out a bit. I asked Fionna, but she said it could be the lack of his presence. I keep remembering the first time he bit me, the first time he tried trolling me, and the first time he went to one of my balls, dressed up in his tight leather pants, red long-sleeved shirt, and his red tennis shoes. Well, goodnight journal, Marshall, Fionna.

-PG

Marshall heard someone's footsteps coming up, realizing it's Gummy's familiar tiny feet prancing up the steps to his room. ((A/N:Marshall hears from far away, super hearing!)) Marshall flies over to the corner after putting up the journal and turns invisible. Gummy walks through the door, and heads for the bathroom. While on his way there, he takes off his shirt and tosses it into the laundry basket, and enters the bathroom while taking of his pants. A while after the shower, he walks out of the bathroom wearing a red towel around his waist. Marshall licks his lips at the sight of red. Gummy goes to his wardrobe and pulls out plain red boxers and Marshall's tee. He walks behind the changing wall and comes back out with the tee and his boxers on. Gummy climbs into bed, takes his crown off, and pulls out his journal. A while after writing, he closed the journal and put it back in it's drawer, turned off the light and fell asleep. Marshall turned visible and took the journal out, walking over to the window and sitting under it. He opened it to Gummy's recent log.

Dear Journal,

Marshall didn't try to come and wreck my ball like he does almost every time. I wish I knew where he was to try the lotion. When I do get to test it out on him, if he burns, I hope he won't bite me like the last time he did; I passed out when the color left me pale. Last night, I had a weird dream of him. Strange, yes. Fionna said that the ball would help, but it did nothing. Goodnight journal, Marshall, Fionna.

-PG

"Dude~, Bubba has got some addiction to me or something! Better put this back and leave as soon as I can to not wake up Bubba," he thought, putting the journal back in it's drawer yet again and back to the window. He unlocked it, opened it, and left, making sure it was closed. Marshall flew home, a little too early to hear what Gummy said in his sleep.

"Marshy... Marshall... come back..." Gummy whispered in his sleep, dreaming of Marshall, not realizing the feelings he has inside of himself.

I hope you enjoyed. I finished early because I had to go to school. Rate? Like? Favorite? Follow? Comment? Do whatever, just please no hates! And who thinks Gummy is a cute nickname for Gumball? I DO! Cause I gave it to him :3 See ya!