Prince Bubba Bubblegum the First, Ruler of Aaa, Winner of the Bake-off 4 years running, and Science Genius should most definitely not be walking through The Forest by himself to get a juice from a Licorice Plant. He needed it for an experiment, and he didn't want to be a wad and wake up his Royal servants. It was, after all, late at night almost 2 in the morning. Bubblegum pulled his magenta hoodie up over his neck to block it from the sweet-smelling breeze that made him shiver. The moon was full and bright, and it made the shadows long and frightening. Gumball sped up, scanning the ground for the rare plant, all before he heard a guitar strum. A beautiful melody sounded through the silence, startling the Prince. "My sweet little Prince, all pink and bright, out in the forest, alone and at night what troubles you my Royalty? Can you not go to bed without me?" A deep, wonderfully smooth voice sounded in Pg's ear, who, in his haste to turn around, fell onto the bed of black leaves and dirt that littered the floor. "Oh honestly Marshall, real mature. You are the definition of bad company." Bubba huffed indignantly, wiping off his blue jeans. He looked up into the eyes of the King of the Vampires, whose red stare where glittering like rubies. His infamous red electric ax guitar was strapped over his black v-neck, where he strummed it arrogantly."Oh, sorry your Majesty, how bad is it to enter someone's forest without permission?" Marshall-Lee quirked an eyebrow and flicked his forked tongue at the prince. The Prince stood up angrily, adjusting his satchel.

"You don't own the forest."

"Do to." Marshall sneered.

"Do not. No one does."

"Uh-huhhh I do." Marshall announced, floating upside down languidly. "Vampire King of The Nightosphere, Ruler of all that is evil and perpetually bad-ass."

"Why don't you go and harass the other princes?" Gumball grumbled, resuming his walk.

"Because neither of them look nearly as good as you when they fall on their backs. And believe me do they fall..." Marshall smirked, strumming the chords. It was true, many princesses and princes throughout Ooo had requested Marshall's hand in marriage, some even going as far as kidnapping him, but each time Marshall declined. Not to say he wasnt flattered, but he had his eye on a certain uptight science Prince. The fact that this particular prince (who despised him) just entered his forest on his own will puzzled the Vampire.

Gumball blushed, looking away from Marshall. "Marshall-Lee your being a nuisance. As soon as I finish getting the plant I'll be on my way and out of yours."

"How do you expect to find it in the darkness? I thought you were a genius."

"I think I'll know." Gumball snapped, speeding up the pace.

"Really? Because we've been walking through Licorice Plants for the last 2 minutes."

Gumball paused and blushed angrily at Marshall Who smiled sweetly. "Here." Marshall floated down and uprooted the tiny plant, handing to Gumball who was smiling.

"No way! This isn't nearly enough!" Gumball groaned, holding up the vial that contained a few purple-pink drops of Licorice Plant. Marshall laughed from his perch over Gumball on a tree, licorice in his mouth.

Marshall floated down and scooped up a few more. The two pulled up about 20 plants. Marshall stared in amusement as Gumball gathered them all up in his arms and tried to balance them as well as the full vial in his arms. His satchel was already filled to the brim with the stuff. "I um-I need to juice all of these in the next hour or the experiment wont go correctly." He said as he took a shaky step forward. Marshall-Lee smiled widely, fangs glinting as he dropped to the ground and took the plants from Pg's hand.

"You might not like this GummyButt but my pad is only 15 minutes away. You can juice Them there and leave...ya' know, if you want." Gumball scowled and thought for a moment before saying "Thank you Marshall. That'll be lovely."

When they arrived at Marshall-Lee's house, Gumball was exhausted. He had stayed up since 6 in the morning and it was dawning on 3 o' clock in thr morning. When Marshall kicked open the door Gumball let out a sigh of relief and sat down on Marshalls red couch. "OW!" He gasped as he jumped back up. "This couch is hard as a rock!"

"Yeah...sorry about that, I usually just ya know...float." Marshall apologized, gesturing towards his feet, which were folded up beneath him indian style as he dumped the plants on the table. "Its alright. Thanks Marshall-Lee." He smiled as he sat down on the edge of the table and began juicing the plants. Marshall floated around him, watching and eating the licorice leftovers. Marshall eventually began playing his guitar and although the young prince would never admit it he loved the smooth beautiful sound of Marshall's songs. Before long every plant had been juiced and Gumball was falling asleep. He almost fell over and off the table, and if it wasn't for Marshall-Lee he would have fallen to the cold tile floor. "Woah! Sleepy? I can umm take you home if you want?" Marshall asked as Gumball stood up shakily.

"That would be...that would be good. Yes thank you Marshall." Gumball smiled. Marshall gathered the sleepy prince in his arms bridal style before making his way to the door. Gumball gasped, grabbing his shirt to steady himself and ignore Marshall's smug grin.

"How far away is my palace?"

"Um...maybe about 45 minutes?"

"Ughhhhh. Thats so long! Can I just maybe stay here?" Gumball asked. Although Marshall was annoying he was kind and his scary house looked so much more inviting than a cold fly home. Marshall laughed, a deep smooth laugh that Gumball could feel through the vampires broad chest. He would miss his silk sheets, but he would sleep for a few and have Marshall speed him home in time for his time sensitive experiment. Perfect.

Marshall looked down in surprise, and with the prince this close he could smell his breath, his blood. The sweet, sugary aroma of both made Marshall lick his lips, and he stopped himself and hoped the Prince hadnt noticed. "Yea sure."

THERES GUNNA B FILTHY SMUT IN THE NEXT CHAPPIE, THEN FLUFF CUZ WHO DOESNT LOVE SMUT THEN FLUFF?!