"Woooshh"

Prince Gumball turned from his desk towards the window that let out a hiss from the cold fall air. The drapes looked like they were dancing along with the wind as if it were welcoming the new season. While staring and admiring the delicate cloth that hung in front of the window he couldn't help but think where the sun has gone and how long the stars have been out. Gumball returned to his original position glancing over his desk, papers sporadically placed everywhere, spilled ink from where the feather has been placed and a clock that read 9pm.

"Is it that time already?" The prince rubbed his temple with exhaustion closing his eyes slightly as if he was getting a little bit of a breather. Lazily he slowly stands up making his way through the pink bedroom towards the window. As the smell of the fresh crisp air entered his nose he couldn't help but smile and slowly open his eyes. Grabbing the window sill he admired his kingdom, the moon light added onto the beauty with the sweet lingering smell. He let in another deep sigh before closing the massive windows and pulling the soft curtains closed. The man made of sugar gently caressed his hair as if it was a signal that he was ready for a deep slumber.

"Hey Bubba."

The beautiful pink hair that was recently primped now stood straight up. With high alert Gumball swings around wide eyed to see the one and only Marshall Lee. What is there too say about Marshall? He has been a complete nuisance to the Candy Kingdom since he could remember, always pulling pranks and his attire wasn't suit for a king. The prince lowered his guard to the vampire while peering at him with annoyance.

"Oh, Marshall, i was unaware you had an invitation to my chambers." the amount of sarcasm in his voice was thick. To show how annoyed he truly was at the crimson eyed man he cocked his eyebrow up as if he proved a point.

"You never invite me Gumwad, it's called taking initiative.. Maybe if you tried it more often we would have a better friendship." His voice sounded shaky and uncertain.

Marshall didn't seem to into tonight and Gumball caught it. Usually any other night they would banter for a couple of hours till he went to sleep. The undead man looked sincerely upset as he emerged from the dark corner of the bedroom that was closest to the recently closed window. Gumball could not see him completely, but the moonlight that flooded the pepto-bismol bedroom from the transparent curtains was plenty. Gumball felt small for being so snarky right off the back with him as he lowered his shoulders preparing a apology.

"You're right though.. I should not have come. I will jus-"

"Please don't!" The pink man cut him off mid sentence in a hurry. He thought that it was very unprincely, but he could not help and feel like he needed him to be here.

Marshall stopped dead in his tracks with what looks to be a thankful expression. The younger man quickly dashed to his bed side and turned on the lamp. The dim room splashed with brilliant colour revealing all the hidden furniture that were hidden in the shadows. Looking over to see the tall man his features were much easier to see now. Long black hair that swayed ever so perfectly, flawless blue skin except the bite mark that was left on his neck, fangs peering out slightly from his mouth, ruby eyes, tattered jeans and a button up flannel shirt that complimented his eyes. Everything looked normal, or at least, normal to his standards. Only thing that stood out was the saddened expression and darker than usual circles under his eyes.

"You really don't have to, if you're tired i can-"

"Please I insist." Twice in a row now he has cut him off. Gumball swore at himself thinking that he must be coming off as impolite. He just wanted him stay, which was unusual because most of the time it's the other way around.

Gumball elegantly sat down on the end of the bed. Looking at Marshall he began patting the mattress as if he was saying to come sit with him. The king looked at him, the bed, and back again at the younger man. He looked unsure of what to do but deeply breathed in and head toward the bed. Caught by surprise, he was lifted into the taller mans arms as he began embracing him with a tight hug. Gumball who was once sitting now standing in deep shock not sure either to hug the vampire back or stay still.

"Marsh-"

"Please Gumball? Please I just- I really need you right now." Digging his face into the sugary sweetness that is Prince Gumball.

The pink man hugged back dismayed by what the other has said. What was going on? Why him? They were not really good friends to begin with, or so he thought. Gumball could feel Marshall's head dig deeper into his shoulder burying into him. The prince laid his head against the undead man closing his eyes taking everything in. He smelled good..? What was he thinking? Marshall was not a romantic interest of his, if anyone, it would be Fionna. Although, Fionna was more man than woman. Did he perhaps like Marshall more than a friend? Is that why their friendship never really worked? Does King Marshall Lee Abadeer like the prince? All these thoughts ran through his head making him very confused.

"I know what your thinking, Gummy.. Can we just stay like this a little longer?" Marshall broke the long silence that felt like forever. To add on to that the prince really didn't mind.

"Marshall, can you tell me what happened? Or at least what this means? I don't-" Gumball was cut short by Marshall intensifying the hug pulling him in tighter. Why does this feel so right? Hoping the vampire never leave his arms.

"Oh Gummy.. if i were to tell you.. You wouldn't understand or you wouldn't want to." The younger male became frustrated by the older.

Gumball was younger than him but he certainly was no kid. He wanted answers, he wanted to know if this was all just some big joke on his feelings. He viciously ripped himself away with the thought of this being an entire joke to make him second guess himself.

"I am not a kid! Tell me now or leave! I don't need you making a fool out of-"

The prince was cut off but only because Marshall firmly placed his lips on his. The passion he felt and the full intensity of it leaving Gumball in aw. For someone undead his lips felt soft as if he was home. Marshall started to pull back ending the kiss far too soon for Gumball's liking and quickly stepped in quickly for another. Just as nice or even better than the first time, he was sure that he definitely liked the vampire more than just a friend. He has never experienced something like this, so breathtaking, so warm, so loving.. Marshall pulled away again deeply gazing into his eyes with the same saddened look.

"Good bye.. Prince Gumball." With that Marshall turned away swiftly opening the closed window letting the curtains dance once more in the cool breeze. Just before hes about to leap out the window he looks over at Gumball now sitting at the end of the bed touching his lips where the king had his own looking up at him.

"Wait Marshall can we please talk-" Marshall has already left. Why wouldn't he stay and talk about what happened? Or even explore what could be...

In defeat Gumball gets up, his fingers never leaving his lips as they still tingle with the sensation the vampire gave him. Walking across the bedroom to the window, the same smell as before came into his nose but it didn't smell as sweet. Reaching the window while he viewed his precious kingdom, he couldn't help but feel lonely. He let out a deep sigh. Walking away leaving the window open in case he came back.