Chapter 2 Man on a mission
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Soundtrack: The deep end by scary kids scaring kids or Jessie's girl
Marshal Lee stared at the ceiling. Thinking about the impending wedding that was happening in two days. He'd no longer be a free man. No longer able to do as he pleased. He'd have to go through the married rite with Fiona in the nightosphere after their handfast in the candy kingdom. He'd told her about her role in the nightosphere; his queen consort. All of the important things that were to come after she made the transition from the last human, to the first turned vampire queen of the nightosphere.
He couldn't wait. He'd protect her forever. 'I'm hungry.' Tap Tap Tap. The noise was coming from downstairs. Marshal floated down the ladder and to the door, opening it. "What are you doing here, gumbutt." The vampire growled. The prince straightened and cleared his trough. "I want to get Fiona a gift. Let's go on an adventure!" The vampire raised his eyebrows. "Let's do it!" The pair left the cave and waited for the candy prince's giant swan.
The prince mounted his swan and extended a hand. "If we're going to do this, let's do it properly." Marshal snorted. "I'm not getting on that pigeon." Gumball glared at the king. "You get on this swan right now, or I'll have him pick you up." The prince threatened. The pale teen held his hands up. "Look Gumbutt, there is no proper way to adventure."
The king proceeded to float, waiting for the candy prince to catch up. "I'm only coming because I want to have a manalorette party with you, and Fiona." "Whatever, gumwad."
The pair made their way to the ice kingdom. Sliding in through the window the vampire king hopped to the slick floor. "Marshal Lee Abadeer! That is breaking and entering!" The prince admonished. The aforementioned king looked back at the pink man. "It's an adventure, pinkie. That means fun. Do you know what fun is?" Gumball scowled.
"I know what fun is!" A voice said from the throne to marshals left. "F is for frost that covers the land. U is for undead best friends. N is for nadir little tomboy who ruin my love life!"
"I'm buying you a dictionary for your birthday, Gumwad." Marshal said. "I know what fun is Marshal Lee! We just have a different definition of it.?" "Yeah, yours is just boring. I'm surprised that Fiona hasn't ditched you- Oh, wait she already has! For me!" The vampire said with a grin. Turning to the ice witch he said, "We need your help. My and Fiona's wedding is coming up. I need you to freeze my blood into the shape of a ring." The Ice queen raised her eyebrows, smirking.
"I'll help, for a price: Half an hour with My prince." The vampire nodded. Gumball turned white, then steeled himself. Anything for Fiona. He'd just pretend that it was her. Marshal held his hands up. "He's all yours. Be gentle, he screams like a girl when you bite his shoulders." Gumball glared at the vampire.
Letting the ice queen lead him into her chambers was both terrifying and slightly erotic. He knew some of her weird kinks. She liked bondage. He also knew that she knew that he liked taking control.
Back in the throne room the vampire king was sitting on the ice throne, looking at a penguin across the room. 'Glob, this is boring. Let's go see what the happy couple is up to.'
The vampire turned invisible and floated over to the door, slipping inside. 'Gumbutt was on top?' The ice queen moaned when the candy prince sucked on her neck. Marshall floated above Gumball, grabbed the band of his pants and yanked them down. The ice queen smirked, sliding down. Gumball let out a deep moan that made the vampire flush deep red. The king gave the pink man's legs a squeeze.
Simone licked Gumballs thigh, feeling him shiver in anticipation. Marshall turned the pink princes head, sucked his neck, keeping time with Simone. Gumball cried out Fiona name. The ice witch stopped licking, and glared at him. "That's not my name, honey. Say my name"
Gumball attempted to climb off of her, only to be stopped by ice cold hands clamped on his thighs like iron." Our half hour isn't over yet, my love." She flipped him over and started to suck on his chest. Goosebumps rose on the man's light pink skin. "So cold. Please stop, no more." The queen chortled. Marshall left, 'It makes sense, given the way he's taken advantage of the people around him.'
Yes, Marshal would enjoy using this against the candy prince. Maybe then he'd leave Fiona alone and stop sending her on stupid 'missions'.
The minutes dwindled by too fast for the ice queens' pleasure. With a sigh she released the trembling prince. He took his time getting dressed, making sure he looked presentable. 'It wouldn't do to look as though I've been ravished.' The ice queen made no attempt to hide her disheveled appearance.
The pair walk out and the ice queen slapped Gumballs buns. The vampire laughed, his eyes glowing. "So, now that you've had your fun, it's time to get to work." The king tossed a vial of his blood at the queen. It shattered under her heel. Simone raised her hands and baled her hand into a fist. The liquid formed a sphere, then a thick band or ref. It slowly began to crystal over, freezing.
"There, now get out of my house." The vampire shrugged, pocketing the ring, and left, dragging the prince along. Once Gumball mounted the swan, he spoke. "We need to return to the castle, I've something to retrieve."
Arriving at the sugar coated palace the boys made their way down to Gumballs lab. The king waited at the entrance. "I CAN float, Gumwad. Or did you forget?" The vampire explained saucily. The prince glared at the vampire. "You have a tendency to make messes, and I like my lab in pristine order, Marshal Lee." The vampire shrugged, floating in anyway.
The pink skinned male frowned. Pinching the bridge of his nose he gestured in the window. "If you must insist on intruding, go wait by the window." The vampire surprisingly complied. He even stayed put when the pinkette began to dig through piles of crystal. Smiling the young man held the string of rainbow gems up to the light. They glittered and sung. "I found the components for this across all of AAA. The different crystals represent different weapons. I then took components from each of the color-represented kingdoms. Red for the vampire kingdom, orange for the fire kingdom, yellow for the breakfast kingdom, green for the slim kingdom, blue for the ice kingdom, purple for the lumpy space, and pink for my kingdom." The king examined the bracelet, turning it back and forth. "What exactly does this thing do, bubbaButt?" "It makes swords with different attacks and abilities, but that's for the bride to discover, eh?" Marshall Lee smiled. "She'll love it. I know she's all about cowards." The prince nodded, saying, "I pay attention to the things she's all about."
The king scowled. "It's a perfect gift, for a friend." He quipped. The prince agreed. "I'd do anything to make her happy." The prince told his friend. "So, I noticed the ice queen had pink around her mouth, and hickeies. Did you re-""Marshall Lee! That is entirely inappropriate! Yes, It is as I said; anything for Fiona." Marshall laughed.
"We have everything we need, perhaps I'll stop by to help Fiona with any last minute preparations." The gummy prince thought aloud. The vampire king laughed. "Ok, bye King of the friend zone. Maybe if you ever make a move on a girl I'll come to your wedding." The vampire king said, floating out of the window.
The prince watched his rival leave, feeling like his pride had been bruised. 'The wedding is tomorrow night, what do I do? I want her to be happy, but not with HIM.' The prince slid his finger into his hair, tugging. 'I don't find solace even in sleep. You haunt me, Fiona. I can't escape you. The smelt of the grass and sunshine on your skin, the way your hair shines, or even your sweet nature.' Indeed the girl was almost as sweet as the candy prince himself.
The prince felt that these dreams, the ones that left him clutching the sheets and moaning her name, would stop or even not be so violent and vivid if the girl was in his arms. Letting out a sigh, Gumball trudged to his room, awaiting the prison cell that was his mind and sleep that was the jailer.
With a groan the pink man slumped into the feather bed, not even bothering to dress for bed or tuck himself in.
The prince moaned, gasping when Fiona's hair tickled his member. She looked at him, smiling. He arched his pelvic bone in order to reach her mouth. She kissed up his torso, licking and nipping, before making her way to his mouth. Fiona licked his lip, asking for entrance. His moan was silenced by her mouth.
The window's curtains closed. A strong wind blew through the room, making both of them shiver. A dark shape made its way onto the room. It grasped Fiona by the ankle, revealing a blue hand. "Marshall?" Fiona asked, innocently. The figure dragged the adventuress further down, instill she disappeared. Gumball trapped for her. Marshall Lee grabbed him by the throat and hissed, "You tasted something that wasn't yours, Gumball." The pink man responded by saying that she came to him. "You should've turned her away! Like the good friend you are! Now look at what you made me do!" The king howled, his hands covered in red, dripping blood.
Gumball woke, sweating. 'I don't know if I have these strength to face her.' Summoning Peppermint Maid, the prince retrieved the wedding invitation, still in his robe pocket.
As his aid dressed him, the prince resolved himself that he would be strong, for Fiona. Yes, it's true that she saw him as nothing more than a friend, and if that was all she wanted, he'd give it. But it might not hurt to have help, he'd barely controlled himself the other day in the parlor.
Once he'd dressed Gumball made his way down to the lab, still holding the creamy envelope containing his doom.
The prince trembled as he reached for the vial filled to the brim with the liquid armor. If he, a weak prince could be made strong, then there was hope for his people. He'd no longer have to cower behind Fiona. He'd fight alongside her.
With a firm nod the prince ripped the crock out and downed the vial. It stung his throat. He could feel it burn his esophagus.
Spots appeared in his vision. The world rushed up at him, screeching the promise of HIM being the one to protect his adventuress.
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