1. Just a taste

Prince Bubba Gumball pushed a yellow frosted confection between his lips and slowly chewed. His pink tongue slipped out to catch a dab of frosting left on the corner of his mouth.

Blood red eyes watched the Prince's pert appendage from across the room, forked tongue sliding out to wet dry lips before asking, "How do they taste?"

Gumball smiled over at his visitor and took a bite of another small cake. He swallowed before replying, "Delicious! Your skills have improved immensely over the past few weeks." He then raised a thick gummy eyebrow, tilting his head to the side. "But, I don't understand why you're suddenly so keen on being a good baker, Marshall."

The Vampire King smirked and crossed his left ankle over his knee. His long arms slumped lazily over the squishy beanbag chair he currently occupied. "I have my reasons."

The candy prince raised his brow even further. He opened his mouth and quickly shut it. He raised his hand to the vampire, said "I don't even want to know," and shoved the rest of the baked good into his mouth.

Marshall let out a dark chuckle, something he did more out of habit than malice, and let his body slowly raise off of the beanbag. He floated over to Prince Gumball's bed and sat down in front of him. His eyes calmly roved over Gumball's clothed body and he growled deep in his throat as the candy boy shivered.

"Stop it." he commanded with downcast eyes. Gumball toyed with another cake before daringly looking up into Marshall's heated gaze. "You know I hate it when you do that."

"You don't hate it, Bubba. You're just embarrassed."

The king pinched the prince's cheek and gave him a toothy grin. Gumball swatted his hand away, not breaking eye contact. A blush was slowly spreading across his pink cheeks. His violet eyes glanced up toward Marshall's hair and he quickly changed the subject.

"Why do you insist on doing that?"

"Doing what?" the vampire asked, not really paying attention to the prince's gaze as he pushed a cupcake toward his mouth. "Eat."

"Shaving the side of your head," Gumball said, taking a lick at the icing. "It's completely audacious."

"Is it now?" Marshall smothered more icing against Gumball's lips.

"Yes, very much so." his bubblegum tongue popped out to wipe at the sugar before disappearing. "You should grow it back out immediately."

"You don't think it gives me a rather roguish edge?" Marshall asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Gumball scoffed. "As if." But he couldn't stop the tiny blush from adorning his cheeks.

Marshall shoved the tiny cake into the prince's open mouth before lifting his right hand and running it over the shaved side of his head. He felt the tiny hairs graze his palm. "It's soft, you know."

Gumball raised an eyebrow and pursed his lip, chewing thoughtfully before swallowing.

"Feel it if you don't believe me."

The candy prince stared at him for a moment before hesitantly reaching out a hand and bringing it up to the fine hair. Sure, he had felt Marshall's hair before – even pulled on it in numerous occasions that he's rather not verbalize – but never has the young prince felt those bold little hairs against his gummy skin. The vampire usually didn't shave it.

At this hesitation, Marshall took the initiative to lean forward into Gumball's hand, and the prince let out a little gasp. It was soft. He leaned forward as his hand moved in circular motions against the hair, and he had to admit that he rather enjoyed the feel of it. Marshall let out a pleasured purr.

"Told you."

"Indeed." Gumball said, smiling. His other hand came up to stroke the side still full of shaggy black hair.

Marshall looked into Gumball's focused violet eyes briefly before lowering the glowing orbs to his cheeks. Blushing cheeks. Blushing red.

A surge of hunger began to coil in the pit of his stomach.

The oblivious Gumball gave the hair one last, long stroke before lowering his arms and looking back at Marshall's face. "It's still rather rash if you ask me." When he got no response he tilted his head. "Marshall?"

"Bubba…" the vampire breathed, sliding a pale blue hand behind the prince's neck. Gumball jumped at the sudden contact.

Marshall leaned in close to his face, grey lips coming to a hover above pink ones. His eyes glazed over and the pupils dilated. His forked tongue flickered between his lips.

The candy prince shivered, taking a fistful of Marshall's flannel shirt. "Mar… n-no…" his feeble attempt to push the sturdy man away went unnoticed as Marshall pushed forward, trapping Gumball against the headboard. The tray of cupcakes was completely forgotten.

Gumball whined as Marshall's body forced his legs apart. His violet eyes zeroed in on Marshall's lips, seeing two sharp fangs peeking out. It excited him and he hated himself for it. His eyes fluttered closed when the king's dominating form shifted even closer, and he awaited the pressure of lips upon lips.

But they snapped right back open when a needle like pain shot into his cheek instead. He immediately shoved the older boy away from him and cupped the side of his face. A very unprincely grimace took over his features.

Marshall slipped his tongue over an extended fang, more growls shaking his vocal cords. He looked at Gumball with lidded eyes and his chest rose and fell in uneven – and unnecessary – pants.

"Marshall Lee!" Gumball yelled, eyes blazing with anger. "How many times have I told you not to do that?"

He quickly scurried off the bed and over to the large mirror across the room. He switched on the lights hanging overhead and inspected his face. A large, off-white blotch now adorned his cheek's surface. He let out a frustrated grunt before retrieving a bottle of facial cream from the long shelf attached to the bottom of the mirror.

Marshall shook his head, running his hands through his shaggy hair, and came down from his small trip in euphoria. He glanced over at the panicking prince and smirked. His tongue lapped at his fangs once more.

Gumball squirted a small dollop of the cream onto his fingertips. He looked back into the mirror and began applying it to the fresh blemish. He didn't notice long arms snaking around his midsection until they pulled him back against a hard body.

"Bubba," Marshall whispered into the prince's ear, causeing the young man to quiver. "It was just a taste."

"Just a taste?" Gumball swung around in the vampire's arms, giving him a look of disbelief. "A taste? Well, you can go tell that to my servants when they question why a big white spot is on my cheek!"

Marshall pulled the prince closer until their pelvises met. "I've feasted on Peppermint Maid's stripes before. On other little candy dudes running around this castle, too. I'm sure it wouldn't come as a surprise to them if you say I did it."

Gumball's mouth hung open and he violently hit Marshall's chest with his small fist. The vampire didn't budge.

"How dare you!" Gumball cried, hitting him again.

"Calm down, Bubba." Marshall soothed back the prince's quaff. "It will return to normal in a few hours."

"Learn how to control yourself!"

Marshall smirked, a wicked fang peeking out from his upper lip. "Around you, Bubba, I can never control myself."

Gumball groaned and swatted his arm. "You are unbelievable."

"That's not what you were saying the last time I drank your color."

Gumball flushed tenfold and brought his hand up to cover his face. "Th-that was different! No one can see a white spot on my ch-chest."

Marshall chuckled at Gumball's flustered state and pulled him into a hug. He lifted them off the floor and back over to the giant bed. Gumball fisted his flannel shirt and pulled at it in annoyance.

Once the candy prince was nestled into the vampire king's lap, Marshall reached over and retrieved a red frosted cake. Gumball watched as he brought it up to his grey lips and extended his fangs, letting them sink into the frosting. Marshall closed his eyes as the color slowly slipped away until only half of the icing was red. He released it and a dab of newly white glaze coated his teeth. Gumball gulped.

"Here," Marshall pressed the cake against Gumball's lips. "Eat."

"B-but-"

"No buts, Prince Gumball. The king demands it."

Gumball rolled his eyes at Marshall's arrogant tone. He crossed his arms and adverted his gaze. The vampire growled and pressed the sweet onto him once more. Gumball looked up to see a fierce look shining in those blood red orbs. He sighed and obediently opened his mouth and let the older man slip the cake inside.

"Good boy."

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A/N: :'D -shot-
Expect more gumminess soon. M rating will appear in the next installment!

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