A "Sticky" Situation, Chapter 6.5 "Be with me."

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HELLOO beautiful people who probably really hate me. Well before you do that, wait, okay, I can explain. The story is not over, I mean yeah I am releasing this chapter. I was pretty much brain dead for the last year and few months, and a series of misfortunate events lead me to having no inspiration and having writers block. I couldn't really determine how I should make Marshal Lee act or feel about what happened in the previous chapter, it really stomped me, especially with some opinions on the "rape" aspect. But I have decided to keep Marshal Lee in my story faithful to his character, I prefer it and it makes the story better. I am sorry if any of you disagree with it… but I do hope you enjoy, I have some interesting things ahead and will be updating regularly! Thank you for your support (:!

"Mph…" Marshal Lee let out a deep breath, his body feeling completely limp, sinking in and out of the bed with each breath. He had never remembered being so tired in his life- which was a very long time, might he add..Why the glob was he so tired? Marshal Lee couldn't recall.. he was sure he had eaten- he was starving though but he was sure he had, and yet he couldn't even bring himself to open his eyes. His bed for some reason was unusually soft, but he didn't bother questioning it- he was exhausted. "Master, you do have a meeting soon.." Marshal Lee heard a faint voice say through the wall, his eyebrows creasing. Master? He questioned in his head, shifting in the bed slightly. None of the candy people would dare to come by his house...and of course gumball wouldn't bring them there with him, was he still dreaming? "Yes, I know. I'll return in time, don't worry." Marshal Lee heard that oh-so familiar voice say, getting closer, and closer- and suddenly, Marshal Lee knew exactly where he was- all of the memories of last night hitting him with the sound of that voice. It'd been carved into him so vigorously the night before that he couldn't clear his head of it now, even if he wanted to. The vampire opened his eyes slightly, barely having the strength he looked around the room, the pink walls bright with the reflection of the sun on them, burning Marshal Lee's eyes. "Ugh…" He hissed, rolling to the other side of the bed just as the prince opened the door, Marshal Lee's eyes meeting his with shock. The prince looked at the exhausted vampire, a half smile sprawled across his face. "Good morning sunshine." He snickered jokingly, knowing that Marshal Lee couldn't be in the sun. Marshal Lee only glared at gumball, his fangs slightly bared. "F-Fuck you asshole.." He let out, surprised by his own voice which was husky and crackly.. Marshal Lee, for once, actually felt didn't want to be thrown around by Gumball relentlessly; hopelessly, he was the damn vampire king, taking him like he did, with such force, telling him that he was his over and over.. Marshal Lee was no one's, especially not.."How is your body feeling?" Gumball asked, that same smirk still sprawled across his lips as he came into the room, closing the door behind him. Marshal Lee looked over at him, his face flushing- he looked away quickly.

"You haven't jumped at me yet, so I'm guessing you're too weak." Gumball teased, his voice slightly sarcastic. Gumball loved it when Marshal Lee was angry- yes, egging him on further, but even more so, he loved to see his face flush beautifully against his pale dull skin- but it looked a little more dull when he was hungry- He loved that he could be the cause of that expression; no one else could.. Marshal Lee had to be his, and only his. Marshal Lee's eyes narrowed with irritation, his resentment evident, his fingers clutching tight to the fabric of the bed angrily. Who's fault was it that Marshal Lee could barely move a muscle? Marshal Lee couldn't stand the sight of that pink bastard; his sarcastic ass remarks. He was sure if he could, he'd just slit his throat and enjoy every bit of him until the last drop.. then maybe- no, then he would be able to resist. Marshal Lee growled, averting his eyes he pressed his palm into the bed, trying to lift himself off. He wasn't going to stay for a moment longer and be coaxed by this bastard- he wouldn't satisfy this sadist anymore." Marshal Lee, I wouldn't…!" Gumball tried to say, rushing over to the bed right before Marshal Lee almost fell flat on his face, he caught him in his arms. Marshal Lee looked at the prince as he caught him, his eyes wide- he flushed. Why was he blushing? Why did the prince make him feel one way one second, and then so angry another? It pissed him off...glob he wished he could just die already. The prince gave Marshal Lee a smile, holding his arms around the vampire's small, soft torso, he leaned down beside his ear. "Marshal Lee.. eat." He whispered in the vampires ear, the heat sending violent shivers down his spine, he swallowed. "..I- I won't.. who wants to eat you.. I'm fine, let me go bastard." Marshal Lee whispered -almost hissed out in a chilling breath against the prince's neck, the prince's voice alone pulling him from his anger.

Gumball sighed in annoyance, rolling his eyes at the stubborn vampire.. he was sure he was a child of some kind- maybe if he would admit that he belonged to him- just maybe Gumball would be kinder to him.. but he couldn't even figure that out himself. He was so tempted to be sweet to the fragile, weak vampire king one moment- and in another, he couldn't think of anything more encapturing than Marshal lee's doleful expression, etched onto his face by him. He loved being the cause of it, of anything Marshal Lee felt. Marshal Lee was his. Gumbal tilted his neck slightly, grabbing Marshal Lee by the wrist; still holding him with one arm, he slid Marshal Lee's sharp nails across the side of his neck, leaving a small wound. Marshal Lee shuddered, averting his eyes quickly, he licked his lips unconsciously. "Hurry up and eat.. I have things to do." He whispered again- Marshal Lee trying to ignore his instincts. "Damnit.." Marshal Lee grumbled to himself, his stomach tightening. Why couldn't he control himself? why couldn't he just say no, kill this bastard and be done with it.. he had many chances- so why was he so.. weak? it was almost impossible- even if he hated the prince, his body was weak to that substance that coursed through his veins.. it was almost like an addiction and of course then it was inevitable, so much so that even he, the "vampire king", couldn't refuse it. Marshal Lee bared his fangs reluctantly, his body trembling slightly with temptation, just the thought of the taste making his eyes flare a fluorescent yellow. He gripped onto Gumball's shoulders loosely- lunging at his neck, letting his teeth deeply delve into the prince's sweet skin, his body tensing and shivering just with the taste- it was like the more Marshal Lee got, the more he needed. Gumball shuddered slightly at the sudden bite she was used to the feeling- but this was different, Marshal Lee had never so willfully sunk his teeth into the prince the feeling of being swallowed from like a straw, he felt paralyzed as the vampire greedily slurped from his veins, indulging himself- his grip growing slightly stronger. Marshal Lee closed his eyes tightly, his eyebrows furrowing. He could simply kill the prince- though deep down he knew he wouldn't; suddenly, the vampire king had a sinister thought. He wouldn't be controlled by this sweet bastard, not anymore.

Marshal Lee didn't stop,as though he couldn't bring himself to, gripping the nape of the prince's neck tighter he pulled him closer tightly, the force causing him to lose his balance. Gumball furrowed his eyebrows, pressing his palm into Marshal Lee's cold chest, letting out a small whimper as the bite intensified. "Y-You're greedy today, sunshine." Gumball scoffed jokingly as if to provoke more anger from Marshal Lee-, a hint of anxiety shook in his voice- which never happened- he was never unsure of what Marshal Lee's intentions were; but Marshal Lee's grip had sent chills down his spine from the very beginning; maybe he should have stopped him.. Marshal Lee had planned to go softly on the prince- to not hurt him but to scare him, so that maybe he'd be too scared and he'd run away with his tail between his legs- that was it. But even with that, Marshal Lee wasn't satisfied- he was still being sarcastic; he couldn't stand it- he wasn't a game to be played with. If it were possible, Marshal Lee's eyes grew even brighter with more than lust,, but with anger. He grabbed Gumball even more tight his sharp nails sinking deeply into the prince's skin now, sucking the sweetness relentlessly. "M-Marshal- ….Marshal Lee that's.. en-o" The prince let out in a low voice, his strength starting to leave his body as Marshal Lee sucked more- Gumball had never seen Marshal Lee this angry, this strong. The prince's voice was barely audible to Marshal Lee anymore he couldn't hear him, or more- he wouldn't listen- his body fully out of his control, his grip tightening. Gumball grew weaker, now, his vision blurring, his press on the Vampire's chest lessening. The prince hadn't put up much of a fight to begin with; but then again, he wasn't afraid of Marshal Lee- Marshal Lee wouldn't kill him, or so he thought, his body starting to become limp, slipping in and out of consciousness."Marshal lee.." The prince whispered softly, his voice still not reaching the enrage vampire. "Mar.."- "Marshal Lee, that's enough." He heard a voice say in a hearty tone, as if to almost taunt him. He felt a tight grip on his hair, yanking him from the unconscious prince with little effort, his eyes still yellow with anger, his fangs covered in the prince's dark, pink substance. He growled, lashing out at the voice- the hand holding him firmly by his hair, just out of reach of their throat- Ash.

Ash glanced over at the prince's lifeless body, as if to ignore Marshal Lee's animalistic behavior, his expression fixed for a moment as his eyes scurred the prince, looking for a sign of life. "He's breathing.." Ash mumbled under his breath to himself in an almost disappointed tone, closing his eyes he smirked and looked over at the still enraged Marshal Lee. "Look at you, Mar, Mar, and I always thought you had the most control of all of us vampires. You are the king, after all." He joked, Marshal Lee not responding, his teeth grinding against his bottom lip with greed, drawing blood. Ash sighed, looking at the angry vampire for a moment longer he let his hair go- swinging his hand swiftly before Marshal Lee had a chance to charge at him, slapping him forcefully. Marshal Lee froze- coming back from what almost seemed to be a dark sleep, the pain of the slap burning against his cheek, his hair over his eyes. The king looked slowly up at Ash in front of him with confusion, and then just as quickly, his eyes darted over to the Prince's lifeless body- feeling a rage build up inside of him. "What did you do Ash.." Marshal Lee said in a low tone, his eyes averting from the prince as to almost be horrified. Ash snickered, not saying a word as Marshal Lee got angrier- becoming more powerful again. "What did you do?!" He demanded, his eyes flaring with anger once again, feeling it overcome him. "What did I do? You did this, Mar Mar." He mumbled out, completely unmoved by Marshal Lee's reaction. Marshal Lee looked at him with confusion, his anger which was previously a burning fire now being slowly extinguished. He should have been afraid of Ash being here, but there was no hiding what was between he and Gumball, now, whatever it was- and something made Marshal Lee feel for Gumball- something that he hadn't done- a yearning for him, something drew him in, something.. but what had he done, he couldn't recall. "You almost killed your sweet little prince. If I hadn't stopped you, he'd be dead already. Realize, Marshal Lee- Gumball does not love you, you are just a tool for him to play with- and he's just food. Eventually you'll just kill him, like now." Ash said, his tone sinister, every word crawling underneath Marshal Lee's skin, Paralyzing him. Marshal Lee looked at the prince's body with wide eyes, his fingernails clenching into his palms- not saying a word. Ash didn't have to tell him what he already realized- he knew for far long that it was just his own wishful thinking that Gumball had even remotely liked him, and yet.. he didn't want to leave Gumball alone- he'd let himself be a toy- what did it mean? What was this painful feeling washing over him, what was this doubt? Ash smiled ominously at Marshal Lee's expression, waiting a moment to see if he'd say anything. He knew,so much how to get under the vampire's skin, he had done it so well before. After a while Ash walked over to the shocked, regretful Marshal lee softly resting a hand on the other vampire's shoulder he leaned in, planting a soft kiss on Marshal Lee's lips, who was too numb to react. "Be with me, Marshal Lee." He whispered, his lips still close enough to caress Marshal Lee's. Marshal Lee didn't move a muscle, his hair over his eyes as he felt Ash's cold lips press onto his own once again, more forceful now, pressing him away from the prince. Marshal Lee didn't struggle for a while, his body cold and numb with anger and confusion; his thoughts capturing him- how could he have done something like that? Was he really just nothing but a vampire who had instincts, nothing but a cold blooded animal? Marshal Lee's body tensed as he felt Ash's hand touch the skin of his navel, angrily pushing the other vampire away with force, throwing him across the room. Ash looked up at the other vampire, shocked. "Don't touch me, you make me sick." Marshal Lee spat out, walking towards the bed where Gumball lay. Ash snickered. "I figured you'd say tha-"- "Leave." Marshal Lee said in a stern tone, gripping the prince's wrist to check his pulse- which was lower than it had ever been. Ash didn't say a word for a moment, gathering himself off of the ground, he dusted off his clothes.

"You'll only do it again, Mar Mar. You could bite me until-" - "Leave!" Marshal Lee flared at the other vampire angrily, gritting his teeth. "..Fair enough." Ash muttered, folding his arms. This incident had simply been out of luck, anyhow- he had other plans- Marshal Lee would be his again; it wasn't a matter of option. Ash opened the portal that he came out of, leaving the room. Marshal Lee stood there for a moment, the silence in the room shaking him to his core. Gumball was a bastard but… he pissed him off- he made him want to hurt him but.. he felt himself get sick at the full feeling in his stomach. But what? Ash had just said it, Gumball did not "love" him… so why was it that Marshal Lee felt this way? He couldn't leave Gumball there for much longer, his life seemed to be slipping from him, his pink skin now much more pale. Marshal Lee grabbed the prince's limp body, moving it further onto the bed, not daring to look at his face, afraid he might be looking back, afraid of hearing that voice again. "Master.." Marshal Lee heard the butler's small voice say again, tapping on the door softly. "Master, misses Fionna and misses Cake are here to see you, they say it's urgent.." The small peppermint boy murmured by the door. "Master.." he repeated in a small voice, opening the door slowly to the quiet room, seeing only Gumball's pale body on the bed, his paleness scaring the peppermint to bits. "M-Master, what has happened?!" The peppermint yelled loudly, bringing fionna and Cake to run down the hallways towards the prince's room. "What's wrong peppermint?!" Cake asked, her tone panicked as fionna joined them both at the prince's bedside. "Oh my glob, oh my glob, oh my glob!" She panicked, fionna staring with wide eyes. "Gumball?!" She said in a soft but panicked voice, gripping the prince by his shoulders and shaking him loosely. "What happened to him? Who did this peppermint butler?! Gumball!" Fionna yelled again at the unconscious prince, shaking him more with not avail. "I- I don't know, no one has been here but me..!" He said with confusion, walking around in circles murmuring "oh dear.." repeatedly as if to be in shock. "Gumball needs candy fluids and fast fionna!" Cake exclaimed, having seen the condition in candy people before. Marshal Lee hid outside of the castle, listening to all of the commotion. He smirked- something deep down in his stomach churning it. It was better this way, right? He would leave the prince this way and never see him again- after all, he wasn't one of his perfect candy people, he was just his problem. Ash was right- for once, and Marshal Lee knew it.

SPOILER

ALRIGHT SO DON'T HIT ME *FLINCHES" I know the story took quite a sudden tragic twist. WELL TADA! I feel as though I did not have great ideas in the past, and so that's why it took me so long to publish this chapter, and I am sorry not much happened here but there is so much that's going to happen in the next chapter that I need to keep you guys CURIOUS. I cannot just give all of the sweet candies away at once. I am sorry for those of you who only liked the sweet element of this story but what is love without a bit of turbulence. Anyways, leave comments and i hope you enjoyed this chapter! suggestions greatly appreciated and always considered so please don't hesitate, and I will try and release Chapter 7.1 very soon. Thank you for reading!