Gumball moaned wantonly. He hadn't felt this good in as long as he could remember. It was a struggle to string thoughts together. He reached for his cock, but Marshall Lee batted his hand away.

"I'm going to fuck the cum out of you, my slut," panted Marshall Lee, pounding into Gumball a little faster. The thrusts started to graze past Gumball's prostate, causing absolutely overwhelming pleasure.

"Aaa-aa-aaa!" Gumball bit his own lip so hard it bled a little. Marshall Lee's eyes went red. His tongue snaked our and lapped up the viscous dark pink liquid.

"Oh, fuck yes," he moaned, pounding harder. "So delicious..."

Gumball moaned. It was indescribably sexy to see Marshall Lee taste him like that. He couldn't stop himself from wondering what it would be like to be sucked dry by him, to have his sweet pink essence consumed by the vampire...

Marshall Lee seemed to be having similar thoughts. He was getting more and more vampiric as he approached climax. "You're. Mine. All mine," he panted.

Gumball saw stars as he approached orgasm. Was he really going to cum, was he really going to cum from just - "Aah!" His cum painted white lined on Marshall Lee's stomach and chest. He didn't seem to mind, as he finished a moment later.

He rolled off and the two men lay next to each other, sweaty and sated. Gumball didn't think he would ever get tired of the deliciously filthy sensation of jizz sliding slowly out of his body.

They were in Marshall Lee's bed. They had been unable to keep their hands off each other since they'd had sex for the first time in four hundred years. Marshall Lee had fucked Gumball at least once a day in the past week, and at risk of getting caught in flagrante, they'd decided to shift their hookups from the palace to Marshall Lee's secluded house.

Gumball didn't react when Marshall Lee rolled onto his side and hugged him. He was definitely a cuddler. Gumball had learned to tolerate it. A desire for physical closeness after sex didn't necessarily mean that Marshall Lee had feelings, right? He probably just wanted the warmth or something.

"Bonbon..."

Gumball sat bolt upright. Marshal Lee looked up at him, blinking sleepily. "What is it?"

"You have feelings for me!" yelped Gumball. He stood up and started struggling into his clothes, which had been thrown every which way around the room.

Marshall Lee sat up. "What? No I don't! Calm down. Do you want some tea or something?"

"Tea, cuddling, and the cutesy nickname I specifically asked you not to use! What is wrong with you?" he ranted.

"What-"

"Oh, you know exactly what I mean. I let it slide the first couple of times because it was in the heat of the moment and you said it didn't mean anything, but you do not get to call me Bonbon! Especially not while trying to spoon me!"

"It doesn't mean anything! Old habits die hard, I guess."

"Yeah?" Like my heart's old habit of leaping to life every time you call me that? Gumball, now fully dressed, pinched the bridge of his nose. "This has been fun but it's not working. You clearly feel more for me than you're letting on."

"I'm the one who's feeling more than they say? You're the one who's always freaking out about this shit! Why would the nickname bother you so much if you were over me?"

"Because it brings back painful memories!"

"Again with the painful memories. You act like our relationship was nothing but bad!"

"Spoken like someone who wants me back."

"No, that's not what I mean. I mean the way you always act like I'm the bad guy, I'm the seducer, I broke your heart, blah blah blah. Well, guess what! You weren't so great either! And I'd really like it if you'd stop playing the victim and acting holier-than-thou."

"And so what if I did? Would you admit you want me back then? Would you admit that that's what this was all about from the start?"

"Oh my glob! You'd just love that, wouldn't you? You want to turn this into some fantasy about how I'm secretly pining after you. Well guess what? I just wanted to fuck you. And I did. So maybe now you should get out of my house."

Gumball was reeling as though he'd been hit. Bitter anger started bubbling to the surface, four hundred years of it. "Yeah, I guess you did. You used me like you always have. You chew me up and spit me out."

Marshall Lee groaned loudly. "Oh, here we go again. Please, go on! Explain how a perfectly consensual friends-with-benefits arrangement was me using you!"

Gumball saw red. "You're just - impossible!"

"I mean, who's to say you weren't using me?"

"Please! After you seduced me over and-"

"And here we have it, folks! Bonnibel trots out his 'you seduced me' bit after claiming to be too mature for that! Again!"

"I hate you!" he blurted.

"You saved yourself for me! For four hundred years! But no, yeah, I'm totally the one who has feelings."

"I never want to see you again, you hear? Fuck you!" Gumball sprinted down the stairs and out of the house before he started breaking things. Or Marshall Lee's face. That would be so satisfying, though. Maybe next time.

Marshall Lee flopped back down on the bed and groaned. Bitter regret filled him almost instantly. How had he managed to fuck things up so badly with Bonnibel?

If only he could calm down for two seconds and not drag up old grief. Then maybe Marshall Lee wouldn't lose his temper. He'd been remarkably patient with Gumball until now, if he did say so himself, but the prince was just impossible.

Maybe they were doomed from the start. Things had started out so well. Amazingly well, really. Then after a while, Bonnibel had gotten increasingly demanding, and jealous, and dramatic. So Marshall Lee started to get distant. He knew he was doing it, but he couldn't seem to stop himself. Then Bonnibel broke up with him. He was probably justified in that, in hindsight.

You'd think they'd have matured after four hundred years.

Maybe they were doomed from the start. Neither of them was able to change.

If he could do it over again, Marshall Lee wouldn't have tried to phase himself out of the relationship. He would have been brave and said what he was thinking. He would have stayed and done his damn best to give Gumball everything he needed.

Oh glob. He did have feelings for Gumball.

Who had just stormed out, vowing never to see him again.

What the fuck was he supposed to do now?