Marshal Lee sighed deeply and slung his guitar over his shoulder. Time to go win back Bonnibel.
There wouldn't be any tricks this time, and he wouldn't delude himself into thinking it was just about sex. They had too much history for a casual fling to work. He saw that now.
Hopefully it wasn't too late.
The night sky was clouded over with what looked like an impending rainstorm. Good. If everything went beyond perfectly and Marshall Lee ended up staying the night at the castle, he wouldn't have to worry about getting home under the sun.
In bat form, he swooped to Gumball's now-familiar widow ledge. He paused at the window when he saw the prince sitting on his bed. He had his back to the window and was in intense conversation with Butterscotch Butler. Marshall Lee scooted close to the pane so he could hear.
"... can't believe I keep letting him use me," said Gumball. Marshall Lee would have rolled his eyes if bats were capable.
Next came Butterscotch Butler's distinctive brogue. "It doesn't really sound like he used you, Gumball. You enthusiastically consented at every junction, unless you're omitting something."
Since when are they so close? huffed Marshall Lee internally.
"I guess you're right," said Gumball. "And yet somehow I feel used. Cast-aside. It... hurts." A long pause. "He's bad news for me. I wish he would just stay away so I could move on."
Marshall Lee felt a dull ache spread through him. He had hurt his Bonnibel. Really hurt him.
"Yes," said Butterscotch Butler, looking directly at Marshall Lee through the window. "I really hope he doesn't barge in here and try something really stupid. You just need space right now."
"Yeah." Gumball curled in on himself a little, seemingly trying to protect himself from the world - or maybe just Marshall Lee.
Marshall Lee spread his wings. "I don't need this," he muttered as he flew away, sounding unconvincing even to himself.
Gumball lifted his head hopefully. He thought he heard a flapping at the window. When Marshall Lee failed to burst into his room, he flopped down onto the bed.
"You can go to bed, Butterscotch Butler. I'll be okay." She nodded and left.
Gumball gazed up at the ceiling. He half-wanted Marshall Lee to try and win him back, and half-feared it. Because then he would crumble into his arms like some sort of rescued damsel and that would be it. Game over, dignity over.
That wasn't going to happen though. Marshall Lee had made his feelings quite clear. And it was for the best. They were terrible for each other. Oil and water. It just wasn't meant to be.
That's what Gumball kept telling himself.
Back at his own house, sprawled on his bed, Marshall Lee gazed up at the ceiling.
So. He had lost Gumball for good.
It was probably for the best. They were both too stubborn. It could never work long-term.
Time to get lost in memories.
As a demon vampire, Marshall Lee had an exceptionally retentive memory. He could recall things almost as vividly as he'd experienced them. He normally chose not to use this. It was exhausting and often painful. Best to let his exceptionally long life blur into a grey fog that he could get lost in. Not tonight, though. Tonight he wanted to remember Bonnibel as he had been during their best times.
"Marshall Lee!" hissed Bonnibel, his fierce expression undermined by the giggles that kept escaping. "We're going to get caught."
"What, worried your candy nerd friends will catch us?" murmured Marshall Lee, grinning and pulling his boyfriend closer. "Oh how terrible that would be."
Bonnibel's giggles faded and lust darkened his eyes as Marshall Lee snaked his hands under Bonnibel's shirt and raked his nails up his back. "Mmm, Marshall Lee..."
He craned up and captured Marshall Lee's lips in a kiss. Marshall Lee groaned as he felt that sweet, full mouth under his, pliant but hungry.
He pulled back, breathing raggedly. Bonnibel gazed eagerly up at him with those pretty eyes. Violet eyes. Such a lovely violet, enriched and saturated by the dream. Why didn't I notice, why didn't I ever tell him-
"My lab?" said Bonnibel breathlessly, tugging at Marshall Lee's shirt as though hoping to rip it off him right in the hallway.
"How naughty," said Marshall Lee, his words lacking their usual sarcastic bite. Bonnibel giggled and grabbed his hand, leading him to his lab. He paused outside the door, a smirk dawning on his face.
"Count to forty and then come in."
"As you wish."
After dutifully counting to forty, Marshall Lee pushed open the door to be greeted by a mouthwatering sight. Bonnibel was perched on one of the counters, which looked like it had been hastily swept free of science-y things. He was wearing his crisp white lab coat and only his crisp white lab coat. Marshall Lee licked his lips, letting his eyes burn over that delectable pink body, which was so nicely exposed for his gaze.
Bonnibel blushed a little under the scrutiny, making Marshall Lee even hotter. "What can I do for you, sir?"
Marshall Lee clicked the door shut behind himself, making sure to turn the lock. He certainly wouldn't mind being caught in flagrante, but his yummy boyfriend wouldn't like it. Then he leaned against the doorframe and admired his body a little more.
"You can bend over."
Bonnibel's cock twitched, but he arranged his face into one of puzzlement. "Sir?"
He always did love roleplay... Marshall Lee crossed the room in a few long strides. "You heard me. Bend over that cute little desk of yours. Glob knows it's more useful for sex than any kind of science. Just like you."
Bonnibel hopped off the counter and looked up at him pleadingly. "But sir-"
"I know you want this," breathed Marshall Lee, putting his hands on Bonnibel's hips. He let his hands glide down, grazing the hem of the lab coat and then finding Bonnibel's lush ass. It didn't even cover his butt. Marshall Lee felt a spike of feral lust. "Why else would you dress so indecently? That or you're just a tart. Either way, I'm bending you over this desk."
He whirled him around and leaned him gently over the counter. Bonnibel moaned desperately and ground his ass against Marshall Lee's cock, which he quickly freed from the confines of his jeans.
"Got lube?" he asked. Bonnibel reached into the pocket of his lab coat and pulled out a small bottle. Marshall Lee grinned. "Of course. Gotta have it on you in the lab just in case, right? Ridiculous slut."
Marshall Lee slicked himself generously and then prepped Bonnibel. Luckily it was short work. They'd had a very passionate week so far, although it was only Tuesday. He slid into his boyfriend with a groan. Bonnibel whimpered, trying to thrust back and impale himself on Marshall Lee's cock.
"Shh, shh shh. Patience, my slut," said Marshall Lee. He started thrusting shallowly, earning some truly delicious sounds from Bonnibel. Then he hit his stride and started pounding hard and fast, pumping Bonnibel's dick in rhythm with his thrusts.
"Mine," he snarled possessively.
"Yours!" gasped Bonnibel. "Yours yours yours, oh glob, I'm all yours!" He cummed in Marshall Lee's hand.
Marshall Lee pulled out and started pumping his own cock, finishing on Bonnibel's pristine lab coat. It was immensely satisfying in ways he didn't fully understand to see the surgical whiteness splattered with his jizz.
The two boys sank to the floor and lay together for a moment, panting and sticky.
"Whenever you see that lab coat, I want you to think of me and how I debauched you," said Marshall Lee smugly.
Bonnibel pulled him into a sloppy kiss. "I love you."
"I love you too." He paused. "For the record, you're a brilliant scientist and a fantastic lay."
"I know," said Bonnibel, rivaling his boyfriend's smugness as he snuggled into his arms.
I love him. Glob, I love him so much.
The raw emotion wrenched Marshall Lee out of the afterglow and back to the present. "I'll do anything to make him happy," he murmured to himself. "Even stay away."