"Marshall, Marshall Lee…" He whispered coarsely, his body shuddering with need. He looked around the dark room, and managed to heave himself up. Erect and in heat. Panting, he walked to the bathroom in an attempt to calm down. He was dizzy and foggy, in pain and desperate.

He opened the bathroom door, praying to find Marshall there, but he had no such luck. Bubba gripped the wall and let out a loud sound of anguish, confused. Where had Marshall gone, and of all times, why now? He needed him now more than ever before.

Gumball slowly walked back to the bedroom and lied in agony until he could stand it no longer. He grabbed a pillow and held into his torso, squeezing it between his upper thighs. He lied back and moaned, trying to satisfy himself with the inanimate object, to no avail.

"AHH!" A piercing scream escaped Bubba's throat as a dark figure enveloped his body. He felt a sharp, burning sensation deep in his rear, then wailed in relief. Marshall had come to take him, and he'd never experienced anything sweeter. A confused and gleeful moan and grumble in Bubba's voice sounded into the air. It was dark and perfect, the sex going to be long, hard, and delightful.

Marshall wasn't satisfied with the location of their session, as he wanted to be out in the open. The reason was not only to get cool air and lots of space, but to purposefully be in the wide open. If satisfied a need for a thrill. Their loud cries would maybe or maybe not attract others nearby. There was a chance to get caught, and that was sexy.

The next time Bubba opened his eyes, he was in the middle of the grasslands, squishing a bed of soft grass and flowers. He was continually being pounded by his demonic lover, mind in a fuzzy, blurry whirl. He squeezed his eyes shut and spread his legs even further, accepting each blow whole heartedly. Marshall's shaft was thick, hot, and perfectly bent slightly to the right.

"It's about time you- you showed up." He managed, joking, vision blurry with the tears forced forward due to the pain and satisfaction. Gumball countered every single thrust with an equal shove back. Their bodies crashed every other second with great force. Their strength increased as vampires, and doubled with mating season.

"I… I was trying to hide- I got it earlier." He momentarily twitched and groaned, unable to speak. "The need. My need was too strong. I smelled you." He said, voice deep and verging godly. It didn't seem to come from his mouth. Bubba turned his head slightly, and got a little glimpse at his partner. He gasped a bit, but also smiled. This gorgeous dark man had transformed to his true, magical vampire-demon form. Large black wings protruded from his back, and his body was morphed into a monstrous, intimidating form. His silhouette was grand on the night sky.

"I was about to impregnate a pillow…" Bubba whispered, voice raspy. There was no way to describe how full of lust and angst he was. It was unnatural and unusual. He would have forced sex on just about anything. He needed it so badly that it felt truly as if he was going to die without it. "This is m-much better. Glob, this is so much better. You move, and breathe, and touch, and can get so deep…" Gumball arched his back up, pressing to Marshall, their torsos molding. Both were sweaty and strained, especially the beast Marshall Lee. He was like a feral animal, but was still sassy.

"Glad you didn't, the poor thing…" He nibbled the back of his bubblegum lukewarm ear, snorting softly. Bubba grinned and rocked with him again, the pace slow but actions violent. He needed more fire from his demon monster. The contact alone was great, perfectly in place. The young 'virgin' vampire prince needed everything Marshall had in him to quench his thirst for relief, and that required some defiance.

Bubba pulled himself away, a majorly conflicting action. It brought him huge amounts of indescribable, major pain. It was just like withdrawal; He felt so sick and weak without the source of comfort. He gripped his stomach and flopped onto his back, staring up at the man who bedded him, who made him feel so good. Marshall had a different physique, unnaturally so.

His entire self during mating season was a gorgeous, grotesque, scary, rugged, and muscular. Marshall was absolutely insanely beautiful. Gumball's eyes study Marshall from the tip of his head to as far as he can see. Gorgeous, damp ebony locks scattered across his forehead. Marshall's face was similar, but his body was morphed. He was unnaturally muscular, especially in his upper body. The gorgeous grey flesh wings extended as he climbed back over Gumball.

Marshall pinned his mate down, frustrated at him for trying to escape. He was making a loud grumble, and Bubba subdued to it, somehow understanding. It meant 'Lie back down and spread your knees, or else.' The pale pink man reached out and touched his face as he was pounded into mercilessly. His arms stretched up as he watched a very desperate Marshall work.

The vampires' bodies twitched and reflexes occasionally would be set off. Bubba's breath hitched in throat and he wailed as the gorgeous Marshall Lee groped him all over, including his pectorals, sides, and swollen package. Kissing was done where it was able to be reached- his pinkish face, hair, neck, collar bone, and shoulders. Gumball did his best to kiss back, still uncoordinated due to the sexual cloudiness in his head. After a few good minutes, Marshall began to show signs of struggle.

"I can't get deep enough, Bubs. I can't!" Though Marshall's length was nice and big, it was stockier, unable to reach the perfect pleasant depth he desired. He pushed Bubba's legs back, spread them, lifted them, but nothing worked. Bubba couldn't agree more; he too wanted Marshall deeper. Gumball gasped a bit as a sudden shock wave of pain ran up him, and his stretchy gummy vampire flesh rearranged to best suit their needs and satisfy their desires.

"Oh glob… There, there…" The small prince groaned, Marshall's tip past a natural barrier in Bubba. "Go! Go already!" He begged, toes curling as the creature above began to go wild, his pre cum leaking inside of his lover. Marshall flattened them and bit Gumball's neck, another act of dominance. He was the seme, the most powerful male, making his claim. Earning a small yelp of submission, the uke's eyes rolled back as he got yet another dose of the drug he was desperately addicted to. It was like heaven as it entered his system, and the fact that Marshall was already doing him was heaven in itself.

Marshall Lee gritted his teeth as he achieved his orgasm, and ejaculated into Bubba's warm, accepting body. He squirmed and as his top finished, he began to make one of his own. He leaned up, trying to get closer for a little assistance. The vampire kissed him softly, and pulled out. All that did was make Bubba cry in frustration. "Don't leave me-!"

In response, the vampire kissed down the pale pink torso, at first in pecks. They transitioned though from sweet, innocent kisses, to a long slide of the forked tongue. It tickled along his torso, making him nearly lose it. Gumball was determined to hold it back as long as he could, as he really wanted Marshall to work on him. Accepting the challenge, the vampire dropped back further, his face inches away from the prince's strained, swollen package.

The demon's soft breaths puffed over the vampire prince as he analyzed his plan. Carefully, the thin forked tongue licked off any bit of white candy trickling out too early. Slowly, starting from the tip, it spiraled its way down the shaft and grazed back and forth over Bubba's jewels. The prince twitched, all the time crying mercy. This didn't help him orgasm- it intensified the need to, and made it that much more difficult to perform. He was testing trust between them, because if Bubba could orgasm with a mouth on him, he could orgasm by any means.

The pale prince shuddered uncontrollably, a little blood leaking down his chin. He had accidentally bit his lip a few times while trying desperately to not pass out. He squealed and squirmed as the new intense torturous method was used. The mixture of warm saliva and the soft suction Marshall was supplying was over whelming, yet perfectly paced. He managed to sit himself up, and softly pet his lover's hair as he worked. He kept trying to will himself to let go, but it was too hard. He was thinking about it and needing it to come so badly, it wouldn't.

Gumball moaned continuously for as long as Marshall Lee worked. The desperation was all there, and he still wanted the big guy back inside him. After what seemed like eternity, the vampire closed his lips around the shaft and kissed. Occasionally he gave nibbles and tickles with his tongue, but when the seme himself got comfortable, Bubba was in for a ride.

Slowly but surely, Marshall managed to encompass the entire thing in his mouth. Bubba began to physically tremble, unable to keep up with this much longer. The pressure never stopped building, and he kept trying to orgasm, but it was the body's decision. It didn't feel quite right about this, and Marshall sure wouldn't just give Bubba what he wanted… Not yet.

"Please-! For the love of glob, it hurts…! Let me, let me finish! Let me!" He begged, tears brought to his eyes when finally the vampire let go with his mouth, then slid himself back inside of Gumball once more. The vampire indulged him by cradling him in his arms, rocking him, and sliding in and out slowly. Bubba's mouth gaped, and he finally stopped trying. His eyes slid shut and his muscles contracted. The orgasms were long, plentiful, and slow moving. The little prince needed extra aid, hiding into Marshall with each finish that was more powerful than the previous. The sticky sweet liquid splashed onto Marshall repeatedly, with every thrust the vampire gave triggering another finish. Gummy couldn't even find time to breathe.

Marshall helped him, eased him through each one step by step, over and over. When the poor prince got hitched or stuck, the vampire would whisper incredible things to him. Each word brought Gumball higher and higher until he reached another climax and buzzed in euphoria.

"That's my boy, oh yes… This sticky stuff of yours tastes so good…" He licked a bit from his finger tip slowly. "I've never met such a helpless, angsty little thing."

Carefully, Marshall rubbed the strained abdominal and reproductive muscles of his mate that had become overworked with the first mating season. Occasionally, a spurt of the candy fluid would splash in the grass, and Gummy would whimper. The grey vampire's hand squeezed the overworked appendage, distracting from the discomfort.

Prince Gumball belched softly and rubbed his stomach, having gulped a lot of air. He looked to his lover and twitched a smile, now purely exhausted. He crawled into the embrace of his mate, and the wings surrounded them both. It provided for camouflage, safety, and peace. The dominant mate was protecting and defending his weaker partner, as done so for millions of years by the laws of most mammals in nature.

After mating, the dominant male had to protect his sex partner. It was natural and instinctual, because the creature should have all the ingredients to carry a child. It was a simple ritual, sweet and soft. Bubba clutched Marshall's arm as he cooled down and his excitement died. The cool breeze made both of them shiver, and the winged creature gathered his mate and flew off into the night.

During the flight Bubba fell asleep, and the vampire stole a few blankets from the tree house. He was too tired to fly further, and settled down around Bubba in a small cave in the woods nearby. It was warm and dark in there, perfect climate for a long sleep. Marshall covered Bubba first, then spooned him and covered his own bare body. The pale prince turned in to face the vampire king in his sleep, and cuddled close for added warmth. The pair fell deeply asleep, satisfied and united as one.

This forbidden relationship was perfect… aside from the fact it was built off of an imaginary platform. Lies, affairs, dishonesty. It was an unhealthy, powerful addiction, both of them tied around the other's finger. A disgraceful, accidental love.