After It All, We Carry On

by This Empty Path

High school is a time of rebellion, experimentation, fun, and danger. But what happens when Marshall Lee expresses his feelings for Bubba in a heated night of love making? What will the consequences be? How does it affect the future of Aaa? Warnings: Slash, MPREG, and adult content. Don't like, don't read. May be a bit OOC, tried to get them in character... Marball!

2. Songs of Pegging

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ABYBODY. IF I DID... YEAH, YOU KNOW...

For, FearPersonified, because you are still a bitch.

Marshall picked up his beloved battle-axe guitar, smiling as he played a few notes.

"So, what is this song?" Bubba asked.

"I've been writing it for a while, waiting for the right time to play it…"

"So get on with it…"

"Fine, fine." Marshall said, strumming a few of the strings "Good little girl… Always picking a fight with me, you know that I'm bad, but you're spending the night with me…" Marshall continued, doing small spins occasionally.

Bubba nodded in approval.

"Bad little boy, that's what you're acting like. I really don't buy that you're that type of guy. And if you are, why do you want to hang out with me?" Marshall sang in a higher octave.

This gained a small chuckle from Bubba, Marshall wrapping an arm around him, both lightly blushing.

"Don't you know I'm a villain? Every night I'm out killin', sending everybody running like children. I know why you're mad at me. I've got demon eyes that see right through your anatomy. Baby, I'm not from here, I'm from the Nightosphere. To me, you're clear, transparent. You've got a thing for me girl, it's apparent." Marshall spoke, still in synch with the guitar.

Bubba smiled at what he could only think was Marshall's best yet. Then, Marshall pushed Bubba onto the couch, looming over him.

"Did you think I was lying? I said I'm evil without even trying. Already dead, so I'm not scared of dying. Drinking the red from your heart in one sitting." Marshall rapped, letting his fangs grow out "Think you got me pegged? You must be kidding. I raise the dead up and they do my bidding. Girl, I'm a thousand years old, I'm a riddle. Bad little boy, yes I'm bad, but not little."

Bubba looked up at Marshall, fear in his eyes.

"Marshall, don't kill me…"

"Dude, I was kidding. Get up." Marshall said, climbing off of him.

"That wasn't cool, Marshall Lee." Bubba said, plotting revenge.

"What do you want to do now, Gumbutt?"

Bubba decided on his revenge in that split second, grabbing Marshall's face, and kissing him, pushing HIM back onto the couch. Marshall's eyes grew wide in surprise, then dilated in fear.

"Think you got ME pegged?" Bubba smirked.