Marshall Lee didn't like his teeth—or rather, his fangs. In fact, he was downright sensitive about them. Self-conscious, even. And that was very, very strange to Prince Bubba Gumball.
Not just because this was Marshall Lee the Vampire King they were talking about, the most cocky, stuck up and overly confident person the land of Aaa had ever seen. Not just because those teeth were scary as all goodness and Marshall loved scaring people. Because Bubba really, really liked those teeth.
They didn't look a thing like all the fake vampire movies led people to believe. They were real, and they were deadly. If one looked at them closely enough they looked just like a cat's, curving backward almost delicately, but it didn't take getting bitten to see that they were strong. They were made for hunting, and something about them thrilled the candy prince.
Bubba didn't just like to look at those teeth; he liked to feel them. Feel them against his bottom lip as Marshall kissed him for all he was worth, feel them skimming his throat dangerously as Marshall left dark hickies, feel them graze his abdomen as Marshall teased him with his lips. Bubba loved it. He loved knowing that Marshall could kill him, but never would. He loved knowing that out of everyone in the great big land of Aaa Marshall had chosen him. He loved knowing that Marshall would always stay, even though their relationship could never be public. He loved Marshall.
So Bubba never said anything when Marshall bit just a little too hard, or scraped a little too deep. He never said anything when Marshall tried to give him oral and accidentally poked his intimate places. He never said anything when Marshall kissed him so hard his bottom lip bled. He knew Marshall would want to know, that Marshall would want to stop hurting his younger lover, but he also knew that hearing those words from Bubba's mouth would wound the vampire. Marshall's teeth were all that the other man was embarrassed of, and he didn't need another reason to hate them. Instead Bubba embraced the pain.
He moaned when he needed to moan, gasped when he needed to gasp, and most of the time it was truly genuine. Even when it wasn't, it still was. He loved Marshall, and any attention he got was good attention. He even loved it when Marshall scared him because it meant he was on Marshall's mind. So it didn't matter that occasionally one thing or another thing hurt, because everything else was amazing.
Bubba smiled. Everything was amazing.