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Okay, there is some blood drinking of a pink prince in this chapter. Nothing to risky yet, but if you don't like it go away 'cause it ain't gonna stop ;)
Chapter 2
Marshall was lying on his bed when he came back several minutes later. Legs crossed at the ankles and his arms above his head, eyes closed, overall the vampire looked very comfortable. Gumball noticed he had a very lean physique, and laid out on his pink bedspread the vampire looked so different and just not his usual "cool" style.
"Gum," Marshall groaned out, "your bed is amazing."
Gumball chuckled. "Is it?" He sat on the edge of his bed and rustled through his night stand. His hands stopped their searching when Marshall was suddenly leaning over him, his breath against Gumball's cheek and his body heat pressed to his back. "What'cha looking for?"
Gumball tried not think of how Marshall's body felt too nice pressed so near his own. "Uh, just something I always sleep with."
"Like a teddy bear?" Marshall asked, his body pressed even closer as he tried to look in the drawer where Gumball's motionless hands were.
What's happening? Gumball thought. Why is he so close to me?
The Candy Prince swallowed the stutters he could feel bubbling up. "No," he replied, searching through his drawer again. "I don't have a teddy bear. It's actually my mother's blanket she made for me when I was a baby. The last thing I have left of her."
Marshall's body wasn't behind him anymore, and for some odd reason Gumball didn't like that. "I'll admit that I have a teddy bear…Well, maybe it's not a teddy bear, but…"
Gumball was only half listening. It wasn't there. It was always in this night stand, and right now it wasn't. Maybe he misplaced the blanket. So he got on his knees and looked under his bed, franticly feeling around for something, some familiar surface. There was only empty space and dust.
"Where did it go?" he muttered, standing swiftly to search in his wardrobe. He tossed hangers holding royal garments apart and felt for it, his hands knew the texture well so he figured his maid set it inside here. But it wasn't there. And he came to one conclusion: the Ice Queen.
"Gummy? What is it?"
Gumball stared at the back of his closet with wide eyes. His mother…the only piece of her he had left was gone. His knees shook, unable to hold him, and he collapsed to the floor on them. The tears fell slowly but steadily, he tasted them on his lips and he felt them drop down his chin.
"Bubba!"
He didn't notice anything around him, didn't feel anything but his own chest struggling to breathe. All he saw was his mother flash before his eyes, her torn, ripped face as she lay in her death bed, disappearing from his world. He smelt the decay that took over her. The machines beeping as they struggled to keep her alive and failed filled his ears.
"Gumball, hey snap out of it, man. You're scaring me."
His mother's essence was gone now. Everything about her was completely gone. He had memories, but he honestly didn't care about those. Having the blanket, made from her hands for him, was the only thing he had left of her.
"Come on, stop with the zombie act, okay? It doesn't suit that pretty face." There was a soft touch to his cheek, despite the wetness.
His head snapped up to see Marshall's face was hovering in front of him. His eyebrows were drawn together, his red orbs surveying the tears as they fell continuously down his face with silence. Gumball noticed he sat upon his bed, not the floor where he was previously, and was totally confused. "W-what?"
Marshall patted his cheek. "Thought I'd lost you forever."
"My mother…" His lips began to quiver, and he couldn't stop his self before the sobs started. And to do this in front of Marshall, of all people…it was awful.
Marshall Lee frowned. "Your mother?"
"Her blanket…it isn't here—Ice Queen…she had to have… I'll never…" He shut his mouth when his last words began to shake.
Marshall looked at him oddly, and then gave a slow smile. His hand caressed Gumball's damp cheek where it still was. "Don't worry about it, okay? I'll get it back for you."
"Y-you will?" Gumball asked in surprise.
Marshall then grinned. "If…"
Of course. It was just like the vampire; even for a friend he still wanted something out of it. The Candy Prince rolled his eyes. "You'll want something in return, I'm assuming?"
Marshall's hand left Gumball's cheek to pinch his fingers together. "Just a small little something. I want to play at one of your parties. Actually, your next party."
Gumball sniffed and wiped his face once he realized there were still remnants of salty tears there. "The next party is for the changing of seasons. Fall to winter."
"Then I want to play at that one."
After wiping his face until it was nearly free from the leftover tears, Gumball let out a sigh. "Very well. You shouldn't frighten my guests too badly, though, all right?" He held out his hand. "Deal."
Marshall shook it with a smirk. "Deal. And dude, don't look so down. I'll get your mom's blanket back in no time."
"I know you will. I just…" He looked behind Marshall at the mess of ice and swallowed hard, turning back to look at the ceiling instead. It wouldn't be easy for him to sleep tonight as it was because of the heaps of ice, and now it would be even more difficult. He needed his blanket more than ever. Though it seemed trivial to others, that little blanket was everything to him.
Gumball threw himself back onto his bed, not caring if he looked ridiculous or not. Marshall had seen him cry, something only a few had seen, so what Marshall saw him do that wasn't 'prince-like' anymore, well, right now, he just didn't care.
The vampires face was suddenly above his. Gumball didn't even twitch, his purple eyes blank and dull. He surveyed Gumball's face and said, "Glob, Gum, I've never seen you look so depressed."
"I don't think I've ever been this depressed before, either." Then he remembered his childhood and said, "Well…not since I've known you, is more accurate."
The thought came to him suddenly as he was looking at the vampire, staring at Marshall Lee's grinning lips with the sort of cute fangs; he said he had a 'pretty face'. Why did that make him a little happy? Gumball knew he wasn't the worst looking candy in the kingdom, but he supposed hearing that from someone as handsome as Marshall made him happy.
Marshall's hair was tickling Gumball's nose and he twitched it, suppressing a sneeze. "You're awfully close. Could you…?" He motioned away from his self.
The vampire rolled in the air and then plopped down beside him on the bed flat on his back. "Better?"
Gumball sighed and shut his eyes. "Yeah."
For the third time that night Gumball felt the warmth of Marshall Lee's hand on his skin. This time, it was on his collarbone. He shivered when Marshall's fingers stroked his skin, goose-bumps flaring up. It felt nice. "Marshall…?" he asked uncertainly. "What are you doing?"
"Your skin is so soft, Gum."
Gumball turned his head to see Marshall's eyes transfixed on his neck. The look in his eyes was full of hunger, for his blood or the color of his skin Gumball was unsure. But the thought of those fangs sinking into his skin made him edgy. "Marshall…you're scaring me…" And what scared him was the fact that it excited him, the thought of Marshall biting him. After what just happened, should he really be feeling this way? It was suddenly too hot in here and his body literally felt as if he were hanging over an edge, with Marshall's hand the only thing keeping him from falling to his death.
Marshall's eyes flashed up to meet his. He gave a slow grin. "What are you scared of? I won't hurt you."
The Prince swallowed and that had Marshall's eyes moving back to his neck. "Marsh…please…"
"Please what, Gum?"
Gumball let out a moan at the deep tenor of Marshall's voice. He knew what the vampire wanted to do. "Please…don't… If you do I'll…" He didn't know what would happen if he was bitten. If those fangs slid into his pink skin, and if Marshall's lips sucked on his neck, pulling his life liquid from him… The image he created in his mind was too much. "Glob."
How did this night go from strange to stranger? One minute he was being attacked by the Ice Queen, and the next he was being felt up by Marshall Lee.
"Gumball…it's all right…" Marshall's other hand came up to run through his hair in a pleasant manor, pulling on stray strands of dark pink, while his other continued to caress his neck with delicate fingers. "It'll take your mind off things."
Gumball groaned. He never imagined himself doing this with Marshall, lying next to him and becoming aroused by the thought of him drinking his blood. But then again, what did it matter now they knew both of them were gay? Gumball knew this night was one of his strangest but he needed Marshall, needed his warm hands on his skin, and his body next to him throughout the dark, cold night. The ice in the room, the loss of his most precious item, it was causing discomfort and distress. And if the vampire wanted a little blood for the comfort he so needed, Gumball would gladly give it to him in exchange because he wanted to feel Marshall's lips on his skin and feel his long fangs pinch and press into him so badly it gave him chills.
"I've always wanted this, you know."
Gumball frowned. "This?"
Marshall smiled a little too sweetly, and it looked innocent but with the way his eyes gleamed it was also erotic. "To be with you. I just never knew you were into guys. But now…" Marshall licked his lips.
"You want…me?"
Marshall adjusted his self so he was lying on his side facing him. Pale finger played across pink skin at his neck, lightly pressing and teasing. "Gumball, I want you. I've wanted you for a long time."
"That doesn't make sense. You hated me and made fun of me, and you still do the latter." He pouted.
Marshall grinned widely. "It's like what they say about children. If they're mean to you, it means they like you."
"You're hundreds of years old, Marshall."
"But I'm a kid at heart."
Before Gumball could argue further, Marshall leaned forward and kissed him. The lips pressed against his were soft and felt so right it caused Gumball to let out a gasp of surprise, and a tongue slithered inside his parted lips. It was wet and forked, probing his mouth, skimming along the roof and his teeth. Gumball hesitantly touched his own with Marshall's and they both moaned at the feeling. It was slimy, and soft, and so warm.
Marshall's hands caressed his throat again, pressed a bit harder than before. The vampire left his mouth and kissed his nose once before floating above him. He gave him a wink, which sent shivers of excitement down Gumball's spine. Then he was pressing open-mouthed kisses to his neck, his fangs scrapping. Gumball threw his head back, hands gripping the bedding tightly. The anticipation was killing him. These new sensations were amazing, and he closed his eyes to focus.
"Don't worry," Marshall suddenly said around his throat. "I'll be gentle."
Gumball opened one eye to look down and saw a head of hair. "Wha-oohhmygloooob!"
A harsh stinging pain assaulted his neck, so unexpectedly he almost tried to throw Marshall off—like that would've been successful anyway. He felt the warm liquid of his blood flow down the side of his neck, gathering and staining his sheets, and he could feel Marshall's teeth inside of him. Glob, Marshall was inside of him. His lips puckered around Gumball's open flowing wound and he heard Marshall begin to suck up the leaking blood and pull out more, a wet sound that shouldn't have made the Prince hard but did. The strong pulls as the vampire swallowed his sticky blood had him tense up and grit his teeth, but then he felt Marshall's tongue lap against his skin, and it was so very rough.
"Oh Glob, Marshall…" His hands went to Marshall's soft black strands to tug. He threw his head back and moaned.
Soon his vision was getting blurry; he was worried Marshall Lee wouldn't stop sucking, but then as if the vampire could hear his thoughts he stopped. He yanked his fangs out harshly, causing Gumball to hiss, and then gently licked at the remaining blood that leaked from the bite marks. Gumball watched as Marshall pulled his pink hands out of his dark hair, kissed his palms twice, and with a wicked grin floated down on top of him to straddle his waist.
"You're lookin' a little pale, Gum," he said, leaning forward with a laugh.
"Blood loss tends to do that to a person," he responded with a half-hearted glare.
Marshall still had Gumball's hands in his own, and he dragged them to his chest, setting them on the spot where his heart was, and let go. Gumball snaked his arms around Marshall's neck to lift his self up for a kiss, just a soft peck on slightly blood-coated lips, before lying back down. He felt so drained, and that was such an accurate word considering what just happened. "Why did I let you do that?"
"Because you needed it," Marshall said with a shrug.
"What a ridiculous thing to say. Who needs to be nearly drained of all their blood by a vampire?"
"I just said it. 'You'."
Gumball smiled a bit. "I suppose you did. Still, it's ridiculous."
"Well you are pretty ridiculous, Gummy." Marshall sighed loudly and slid down Gumball's body. Their legs were intertwined and his cheek pressed to Gumball's neck, where he planted a chaste kiss. The vampire's weight on him was welcomed warmth from the cold ice that left the room feeling like the deepest, darkest ocean.
Gumball smiled. He tangled his fingers in Marshall's soft hair. This was probably one of the happiest moments of his life in the past few years—just laying here without any duties, without and responsibility's, totally limp from Marshall's bite. Relaxed, sated, comfortable and warm—Gumball was so happy to feel that way.
"Can you stay here for a little longer?"
"I'll stay as long as you want."
"Until I fall asleep then…okay?"
Marshall's warm breath wafted across his neck. "Sure."
That's it for chapter 2! :D
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I don't really know what happened to Prince Gumball's parents, if anything did happen to them in the show, but you got a little insight on what I've done to her. What do you think happened to his mother? You guess right and you'll get a magical, invisible cookie made by the lovely Prince Gumball. Mmmmm yum
But I bet you won't guess right. If you get it right I'm declairing you a mind reader because it's just too odd.
-Eve
