After scaring the living shit out of Gumball, Marshall decided to make it up to the prince by spending the night. The two rulers were up in Gumball's room sitting on his plush, pink king-sized bed. In between the two sat another bowl of strawberries.

"You know," said Marshall Lee as he bit into one of the berries. ", for a guy you sure own a lot of pink."

"I like the color," grumbled Gumball. His eyes darted back and forth taking in his surroundings. Almost everything was pink, from the walls down to his carpet. Maybe he should add some purple or black. After all, variance was the spice of life.

"I know you do, Gummy Bear," chuckled Marshall. The vampire king gulped down another strawberry. He then said something that included Gumball and the word queer in the same sentence, but the prince wasn't paying attention.

Prince Gumball was mesmerized by the way Marshall was eating the strawberries. Before the immortal ate the berry itself he would suck out the red color with his fangs. Gumball shivered every time Marshall Lee sunk his fangs deep into the fruit.

Those beautiful fangs always got to Gumball. The prince saw them in his dreams sometimes. Marshall would nibble at his pink neck while he screamed and squirmed happily under the vampire's touch. Gumball would wake up covered in sticky, sweet sweat. The covers tangled around his legs.

"Hey, Bubba Gumball, anyone home?" called Marshall causing Prince Gumball to break out of his perverted thoughts.

"Huh?" mumbled Gumball.

"I said, 'do you want a strawberry?'" asked the vampire king. He held out a strawberry between his forefinger and thumb.

"Sure," answered the prince. He held out his hand to retrieve the fruit.

Marshall smirked. The vampire drove his fangs into the berry sucking the red from it. Marshall Lee then pushed the colorless strawberry between Gumball's pink lips. Prince Gumball blushed furiously at the gesture.

"Taste good?" asked Marshall, his voice smooth and seductive.

Prince Gumball's face flushed deeper. The color of his face now resembling the color of the fruit the vampire adored so much instead of its usual bubblegum pink. The royal nodded slowly.

"Your blush is making me hungry," purred Marshall. He tackled the prince, pinning him down on the bed.

Gumball gulped nervously. Marshall Lee's face got closer and closer to his own. The prince closed his eyes tight. No matter how much he dreamed it he didn't believe he could take one of Marshall's love bites in real life.

Marshall Lee placed a kiss on Prince Gumball's forehead. He then dropped down to lie next to the pink ruler, resting his head on the candy prince's chest. The vampire gave a small laugh.

"You're so cute, Bubba." Marshall nuzzled Gumball's chest affectionately.

Gumball lightly smacked the back of Marshall Lee's head a few times. It was too gentle for the immortal to notice though so the candy prince stroked his sweetheart's head instead. Every so often his long, pink fingers got caught in the snarls of Marshall's messy black hair.

"Don't tease me," pouted Gumball.

"I can't help it. You're just so gullible," Marshall gave a yawn. "Let's go to bed, Gummy."

"You're King of the Night. I thought you were supposed to be nocturnal?" asked Gumball.

"Between you stroking my head like that and the gentle, comforting drum of your heart I'm drifting off here." Marshall gave another yawn.

Prince Gumball smiled softly at his vampire sweetie's words. With a few mumbles of 'I love you' the two fell asleep cuddling together. The bowl of strawberries lay spilt all over the pink floor, forgotten.