WOW OKAY SO IT'S PAST MIDNIGHT AND I'VE WRITTEN LIKE 6 CHAPTERS, CHECK EM OUT. I TAKE REQUESTS INBOX ME. KTHXBAI

Anyways quick lil A/U, I'm used to reading about gumball being all lovey dovey over the romeo and juliet like situations but the idea of Marshall on the other end is a bit more interesting to write.

It was so distasteful yet so delicious. . . everything about it, about him, the atmosphere, the lust the passion, the . . . love.

"What?" Gumball glanced up as his paramour thrusted into him again, earning a high moan and eight slashes down his grey back.

"I said..." He hissed, slamming in harder as the pink prince below him mewled achingly, "I love you!" Marshal tossed his head back as the other wrapped his legs around tighter, 'gumming' on their stomachs as Marshal came inside, panting softly before flopping beside him.

"You can't be serious..." Gumball panted.

"What?"

"You're seriously in love with me?"

"Whats so fucking shocking?" Marshall asked, sitting up.

"I mean. . . you were against this from the start." Gumball pouted, "I just didn't think you could-"

"What? Love? Oh yeah because us Vampires are so fucking heartless."

"To be scientifically honest your heart doesn't beat."

"And if it beated for you?"

"Don't be silly."

"You're horrible."

"Excuse me?" Gumball sat up as the other began to dress himself.

"I said you're horrible. You're a dick."

"How so!?"

"You're so dense, so fucking black and white that you, you of all people can't see past my fucking anatomy and realize even though my heart doesn't have a fucking beat that you can't hear with a fucking stethoscope it beats for you, you're so fucking dense that you don't realize that I, a man who's lived 50x as long as you has never felt so much love for anyone else, and I've had plenty of people to love."

"52.63."

"What?"

"You said fifty times, I'm not twenty yet, I'm only nineteen 52.63 is more accurate."

Marshall glanced down a smirk growing on his face, "Of course that's what you pay attention to." He laughed emptily, he buttoned up his flannel, floating over to eye the pink prince in the face, lips barely brushing over he whispers, "Point and case. . . don't ever fucking talk to me again."

"Marshall. . ."

"Know what, gummybutt?" Marshall sighed, turning to show that he had tears in his eyes he'd never let go, "At least I have a heart, not a wad of gum. Mine may not beat but I know damn well it's there because you just fucking broke it. I'll be at Fi's."

With that Marshall left, taking his usual route out the balcony considering he'd always flown in, he could never be allowed to be seen, it'd be awful if someone realize the pink fucking prince of the candy kingdom who baked for fun was gay.

Marshal wiped his eyes on his sleeve, "He's ashamed of me because I'm like this..." What did this mean exactly though? It could have been that he loved himself, and wasn't ashamed to wear a flannel shirt and skinny jeans, or maybe it was due to the fact he was . . dead.

Short starter until I get Ideas