* Marshall POV *

"Mer..ooww?"

"Not right now Schawbelle.. You have food and water." Marshall hissed as he slumped against his once red couch. Dust filled the air and swirled in the open space, landing on new objects to call home.

"What was I thinking!" Angrily he slams his fist down on the sofa startling his cat in the process.

He didn't mean to do any of that, not to of all people, Prince Gumball. It was supposed to be any other night. He was going to sneak in, pester the absolute gum out of the Prince, and then happily leave once he has fallen asleep. That was the routine. Thinking back on the events it felt like he had no control over his actions, as if his soul has left his body and he watched from afar. Closing his eyes completely shut replaying the night once more to think where it went wrong.

The King hid in the corner ready to scare the jujubes out of him, until he actually noticed him. Clearly over worked and just plain exhausted. His heart went out to the younger man, all he wanted to do was pick him up and gently put him in his bed so he could get a good rest. Lost in thought Gumball was now beside him playing with the gummy hair. That is when the urge started.

Marshall's eyes flung open in high alert. "Oh no.." As if lost for breath he panicked.

*THUMP*

The loud sound of Marshall sliding off the couch was the last the mouser could take. The king watched as the cat scurried away, adjusting his eyes to the ceiling. Could he actually like the Prince in such a way? They are way to unsuitable to even consider the thought. But that wouldn't explain why he kissed back. Why did he kiss back..?

"Ugh..! I don't understand!" Shutting his eyes tightly in the heat of the moment, Caressing his derriere as he slowly returned to a standing position.

The undead man has never felt such an emotion before, he knew he wanted to feel it repeatedly. It made his once beating heart beat again, his veins filled with warm blood, and his head either dizzy or dancing like this is how it should be. That feeling of him in his arms, that expirence will never leave. It felt like a blanket was draped over him. Oh and his lips, his lips felt like the missing puzzle piece to his, a perfect fit. Just thinking about it left him with a smile.

*KnoCk KNocK* Marshall opened his eyes as an aggressive knock came from his door. No longer smiling and moving his hand away from his derriere.

"What time even is it?" Confused at how long he has been smiling like an idiot while rubbing his bum from the fall off the couch. Lazily he began to move himself closer to the door. With ease he turned the knob and flung the door open.

"Gumball, I wasn't expecting you" He truly didn't, shocked but trying to play it cool as if last night never really happened.

"Yes well, after last night I believe I am owed an explanation." Stern, the prince was always so strict with power but also polite. It was a weird mix but it worked for him well.

"Oh.. Last night? I don't think I know exactly wha-"

"Marshall Lee. You know what happened and I need answers." Gumball was right at it. Why could he not just let it go.

"Listen Gum-"

"It's Prince Gumball."

"So sorry, Prince Gumball, I really don't know where to start."

"How about you let me in, that could be one" What crawled up him and died? Taken back a bit by the bitter response he takes a step backwards letting the pink man enter his home. Gumball took a seat on the cream couch eagerly waiting for the king to join him.

Marshall let out a tremendous sigh as he closed the door behind him and took his place beside the young man. Placing his elbows on his knees and hands to face. Marshall spoke ever so silently it sounded almost muffled.

"Gumball, I have been trying to understand what happened last night myself. I didn't mean to hug you or.."

"Kiss me?" Gumball spoke out as the vampire was lost for words.

"Yes, or kiss you.. But look, I am sorry, I just had this urge to just-" Marshall took his hands off his face and his voice rising. He cut himself off once he realized he felt the compulsion returning slowly but stronger than before.

"Do.. Do you feel it right now.. Again?" Gumball spoken out never taking his amethyst eyes off Marshall. How did he know? Can he feel it to maybe?

"I don't think you should be here right now Gumwad.." He felt it growing, he could feel the warm blood beating through him. If Gumball doesn't leave, I don't think I can suppress this feeling as he thought to himself.

"Wait Marsha-"

"Gumball." Marshall's crimson eyes now glowing peering right at the pink man.

"I really think you should leave." His voice was shaky but sounded so dominate. This impulse was just spreading the more he sat beside him. He wanted him.

"No.." The sugar man still looking at the older, his face was more relaxed and accepting. Did he maybe also want this as well?

"I can't promise anything if you stay." Marshall's voice becoming deeper and eyes shining as the craving grew. He could see the red reflection off of Gumball's face. The other male's face still the same calm, collected and accepting as before.

"I'm not leaving Marshall.." His voice soft like silk rang in Marshall's ears. He couldn't stand it, he needed him now.

Not taking his eyes off of Gumball he captured his pink wrists. He could feel his pulse through his hands. Viciously Marshall smashed his lips against the others, the same sensation as before flooded his body. He needed more, this was just not cutting it. Deepening the kiss he slid his tongue full force into the sugar sweetness. The grip on his wrists tightened as Gumball accepted his tongue and came at him with the same amount of force.

The prince let out a soft moan, as if he were asking for more. The older man grabbed his waist pulling him down so he was in a laying position. Marshall climbed on top of him caressing every inch of the others body. Breaking away from the kiss he started again on his neck. They were rough and he was leaving love marks with them.

"Mar..sha..ll-" Moaning his name sounded so right. It felt so good, what Marshall was doing must have felt really good too. He could feel Gumball's bulge against his leg growing. Leaving the last love mark on his neck, the king looked down at the other. The flustered look on the young man's face was all he needed. He knew Gumball wanted this just as much as he did.

"Oh fuck Gumball. You don't know what you do to me." His voice was like a low growl that echoed in his home. Marshall's eyes still glowing bright as the urge just strengthens itself. Gumball slowly grinding against him to let his hard manhood to be known and to be dealt with.

"Fuck me Marshall" His violet eyes filled with lust and subtle hint of whining. He spoke in such a whisper if you weren't paying attention you wouldn't of heard it. Marshall did tho he heard every word. Picking up the aroused prince bringing him into his bedroom. Throwing the prince on the bed roughly he stood in front of the younger man unbuttoning his jeans never leaving his eyes off of him. Revealing his stiff wood in front of the younger man. He began stroking himself while watching him.

"I want you to beg for me." A smirk appeared on his face with a demanding tone.