Gumball woke up with a jolt, gasping as his violet eyes snap open. His dream danced around in his head, making it throb. He put his pillow over his head screaming into it. There's no way he felt that way about that hipster vampire, no way. He throws the pillow across the room, sitting up before rubbing the sleep out of his eyes so they could focus on his purple night stand, seeing a plate of a delicious stack of pancakes. His stomach growled. He barely ate these past few days, so seeing food made his mouth water. He took the plate in his lap, taking the fork that was stabbed into them, and spread the butter.
He took a huge bite, syrup dripping down his chin. He wasn't really focused on being a polite eater at the moment. His bedroom door cracked open, as Peppermint Maid slid into the room. "Good morning your majesty, you look well rested," she smiles.
Gumball quickly takes the napkin on his nightstand to wipe his mouth. "Ah yes, good morning Peppermint Maid, you startled me."
"Was Marshall Lee's visit pleasant sir?"
Gumball's eyes widen, almost choking on his food. "E-Excuse me peppermint, I haven't seen Marshall in nearly a month!"
"Oh Gumball, you know I see everything." She smiles.
He sighs, setting his cleaned off plate aside. "I keep forgetting. Sorry Peppermint, I didn't mean to lie." He shifts his leg, and then realized there was something wet in his pants. His eyes widen. Oh yeah, the wet dream. He pulls his legs up so Peppermint wouldn't see.
"I understand your majesty." She delicately took the plate off of his bed. "Let me know if you need anything else sir." She was about to walk out before Gumball reached over to gently grasped onto her small arm.
"Peppermint, may I ask you something?"
She turned around, facing him. "Of course your majesty, what would you like to know."
"Well, I had a dream last night…" He brings his legs to his chest, resting his chin on his knees. She propped herself up on the edge of the bed.
"What happened in your dream?"
"I had a dream about Marshall, and we spent the night together…" he blushes lightly, looking at her.
She softly chuckles. "Maybe it's a sign, sir."
"Is it bad that I want it to be? I think I really like him pepp." He sighs, burying his face in his knees.
"There's no need to be ashamed sir. You can confront him, and tell him how you feel if you really feel that way about him. If the kingdom finds out, I don't think they would mind. They respect Marshall Lee for some strange reason."
He looks at her, with a small smile on his face. "You really think so?"
"Yes sir, and if he hurts you later on, he'll suffer the consequences." She smiles sweetly. "But Marshall isn't that way sir. He treasures you more than anything."
"I wish I knew how you can read people like you do." He chuckles.
"I think you do it pretty well your majesty. Is that all you need sir?"
"I would like to add another schedule plan. I need to find someone that is capable of helping me run this kingdom. I also need to make a phone call, but I can do that myself." He sits at the edge of his bed, as PM stands up.
"Yes your highness, just whatever you do, make sure you relax." She smiles, walking out of the room with the sound of the door shutting behind her.
He looks down at his feet as an image from his dream came into his mind. He gasps, shaking it off. He can't think of Marshall in that way. He can't get with him. He has to focus on running the kingdom. He can't have his feelings blind him with his duties.
He sighs. "My loving kingdom comes first, no matter what. Don't have Marshall Lee get to you." He forces that thought into his brain while slipping on his well-known princely outfit. He heads to the bathroom, greeting the servants he passed on the way there, and shut the door behind him. He begins to brush his teeth, looking himself in the mirror, and sighing. He's tired of being the responsible prince. He wants to do what he wants. But he would never let his people down. He will do anything for them no matter what. He sighs, spitting into the sink, and washes out his mouth.
"No more thinking about Marshall until these feelings goes away. No more thinking about that sexy toned body, that jet black, hair, that hot, smile with adorable fangs peeking out on each side, that smooth pale skin, those amazing ruby red eyes that tells his whole life story that only I can read, his fashion sense, his deep, smooth like caramel voice that makes me melt every time I hear it, His beautiful contoured face." Gumball sighs. He wanted him so bad, but he can't give in. He has to stay focused on his duties, and keep his kingdom safe and happy as possible.
After he was done in the restroom, he heads to his office. He knew he was supposed to relax, but he had to drown the feelings out of his head. Gumball reached for the candy phone, and dialed in Fiona and Cake's number. After a couple of rings, a rather sassy cat picked up.
"helloooooo?" the familiar voice purred through the phone.
"Hello Cake how's Fiona this fine morning? I hope she's getting better."
"Oh hey PG! what's shakin? Wait, Fiona? She's been fine? Why, did you hear something happened to her?
"Um, yeah, Marshall said she got the flu." He stated. Saying just his name made him shiver.
"Hm… I wonder where he got that idea. Anyways, do you want to talk to her? She wanted to hear from you!"
"It's always exciting to hear from my favorite warrior," he chuckles softly.
"Alright, here she is." He heard a bunch of rustling, and Cake calling for Fiona. After a little while Fiona's excited voice came into the phone
"YOO PG what's up? Do you have a mission for us?"
"Good morning Fiona. Yes, if you can, I would like for you to travel to the Light Kingdom, and pick up a dozen of light potions. I have the money at the candy kingdom. Peppermint Maid will be more than happy to give it to you if you don't mind dropping by."
"Yeah of coarse Gumball, but why can't you give me the money yourself?"
He plays with a pen on his desk by rolling it back and forth. "I'm going on a stroll for the rest of the day. I need to find a capable person to help rule my kingdom."
"Wow Gumball, I'm surprised that you're willing to share your thrown," She chuckles
"Well, I think it will just take a little weight off my shoulders" He leaned back in his chair, twirling the phone line. "I promise we can hang out another day, I'm sorry I haven't been hanging out with you for a while."
"Nah, it's cool dude I'll be down there in an hour, and have the potions by tonight."
"I can't thank you enough." He hangs up, and called for Peppermint Maid.
"Yes your majesty?" She politely asked, stepping into the office.
Gumball reached into his drawer to pull out a couple of gold coins and gave it to her. "I would like for you to give these to Fiona when she arrives." He smiles to her. "I'm going to take a little walk around Aaa."
"Yes sir, be safe," she says, sliding the money into her apron pocket. "If you're in any trouble, just call for the Marrow."
"I knoww," he chuckles. "After you're done giving the money to Fiona, I want you to take the day off," He chimes before heading out the door, and to the entrance of the palace.
PG must've been wondering around for hours without thinking about where he was going. But wherever he was, he was lost in the woods. It didn't really faze him though. Nothing really frightened the prince, and he could just call his bird whenever he wanted to go home, or was in danger. He swung around the trees, and took in the fresh air. His kingdom always smelt like a collision of candy, and it could even make Gumball sick to the stomach sometimes. He loved the scent of the forest. The beautiful sound of wind humming through trees, and birds singing, made him feel so relaxed, and took his mind off things. Gumball's eyes eventually wondered to a strange looking house with huge mossy trees in the background, and a risen up wooden porch. The back, or what was supposed to be the front, had a white fence around a small patch of yard. It took Gumball a minute to realize whose house it was, and then it hit him.
"Oh my glob this is Marshall Lee's house!" His mind started to spin, and it made him lightheaded. Maybe this is an excuse to visit him. Wait no, he's supposed to be ignoring him. While he was thinking, his feet started moving forward, and before he knew it, he was at the door of his house, knocking. "fudgefudgefudgefudge!"
The sound of guitar strings dancing around the air instantly stopped, and a few grunting noises came from behind the door. Soon, a shirtless, vampire with an axe guitar strapped across his chest, and ripped, skinny jeans answered the door. Gumball could feel his blush devouring his face, turning it a darker pink.
"Gummy Butt, I wasn't expecting you here." He smirks, his fangs bit into his lip a bit. "Mmm that color on your face is making me hungry." he licks his lips.
Gumball blushes even more at the embarrassing nickname. "Quiet Marshall, I just came across your house and decided to pay a visit." He crosses his arms. "I thought it would be a good time to tell you that your light potions will be at the candy kingdom by tonight at some point if you want to retrieve them."
"Oh cut the business talk, I want to talk to you normally" He pulls him into his house, which was just as dark as the outside, and more cozy feeling. "Sit down," Marshall smoothly said, floating up in the air and plucked a few strings on his guitar.
The prince obeyed the vampire king, and sat on the edge of the uncomfortable couch with a straight posture. "What do you want to talk to me about?" He knew he shouldn't be here, but he couldn't seem to stay away.
The vampire sat his axe in a corner of the room. "Follow me." He swiftly floated up the ladder that leads to his room. Gumball huffs, standing up, and heads up the ladder.
"You could at least offer me some tea, or something," he grumbles, rolling up to the top. The vampire smirks, putting his arms behind his head, floating in one spot, making it look like he was sitting on an invisible chair. Gumball knew floating was more comfortable for him, but for some reason, it made the prince uneasy.
"Well I would if I was that kind of guy. Plus the only things that you can eat or drink is apples, strawberries, and water," he lazily slurred, looking up at his ceiling, closing his eyes. Gumball bit his lip, rubbing his arm awkwardly. "Marshall was so beautiful. The way his long, narrow jawline, swiftly led to his pointy ears perking out from his plush jet black hair. The way the dark lighting hit his face in his room really defined his features, making him look stunning. His eyes were such a beautiful red. Aw muffins I'm doing it again."
"Yeah, I know. Maybe you should be more prepared for guests." The blush disappeared from his face, and crossed his arms to cover up his thoughts. The vampire laughed.
"Sit down for me Bubba," he chuckled, but also sounding a little serious.
"Why did we go to your room?" Gumball questioned, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"People usually complain about my couch." He shrugs, floating over to him.
"Alright, well what were you going to tell me," Prince Gumball declared. The vampire king floated over to the Prince, nervously biting his bottom lip.
"Well, it's not so much of using words," the vampire smirked, before quickly grabbing the prince's violetcollar, and pulling him forward, making gumball gasp loudly before being interrupted by Marshall's cold, smooth lips being gently pressed together with the his warm quivering ones. PG's violet eyes widen with surprise, until it finally snapped into his mind what was going on. He stutters while Marshall Lee deepens the sweet kiss, and starts to gently graze the bubblegum prince's bottom lip.
"M-mrshll!" the Prince muffles out before attempting to push the much stronger vampire away, not causing him to budge. But when the vampire felt the prince's attempt, he slowly pulls away. Gumball felt Marshall Lee's clenched hand release his clothing. PG looks down, his face in a deep blush, and his hand pinches the bridge of his nose.
Marshall frowns, now standing and backing away from the frustrated looking prince. "I-I… I thought you liked me," he whispered before pressing his lips tightly together, and clenches his fists.
"No, Marshall, you really are my best friend, and I really don't want to ruin that bond-"
"…Shut up," Marshall quickly snaps, looking away from him.
Those words really took Gumball aback, but he didn't listen to him "Marshall, listen!"
"No you listen!" The vampire's eyes start to turn fully black, and his pupils faded to red. "I've been drowning my thoughts with music, and killing, trying to accept that you don't want me, but it's hard to do when you keep showing these hints, and I can't get enough of you!" He exclaimed, tears starting to roll down his face. "Plus we'll never be friends like we used to! Maybe if I was made of candy, you'll care about me!" The conversation started to sound like the last one they had.
"No, Marshall, I care about you just as much as my kingdom," Gumball calmly explained. "I want to give into you, I really do. But I don't want to hurt you, and I don't want to ruin our friendship…" he walks over to Marshall slowly, caressing his face with his hand. He knew the vampire was overreacting about things, but he hated seeing him upset.
Marshall nuzzled into it. "There's no friendship to lose..." he whispers, closing his demon eyes. "Please give me a chance; you know that I won't disappoint you Gumball."
Gumball sighs, gently stroking away the vampire's tears with his thumb. He hated seeing this much hurt in the Vampire King. He had these feelings for the vampire for a long time. He knew more about Marshall more than anybody, and he learned to love his flaws, and perfections. But he always thought Fiona and him had a bond, so he decided to step back some. The Vampire king has never shown his emotions this much. He was like Gumball in a way, and kept playing an act to make people think differently of him. Marshall knew that Gumball could easily read him, so he finally just gave in, Gumball guessed. "How about you stay at the Candy Kingdom for a while," Gumball shyly insisted. "I want to go back to the way things were with us."
Marshall Lee looks up at him as Gumball takes his hand away from the vampire's cold, smooth cheek. "Wouldn't I be a distraction?" He grunts.
"I have a week off to do anything, and I think I want to spend that time with you." He smiles weakly, hoping to cheer the vampire up. Marshall shakes his head.
"The smell of your little kingdom makes me sick if I'm around it too long," he huffs, trying to sound negative. He crosses his arms, throwing out his hips a bit.
Gumball smirks a little, crossing his arms as well. His smooth voice chimes out softly, "That never stopped you from visiting my Balcony every night. But I guess that takes out my next question."
Marshall's eyes went back to their normal state, as his crooked smile made its way back to his face. He puts his arms around Gumball's waist unexpectedly, making the bubblegum prince flinch, but he didn't refuse. "I was just making sure you weren't dead or some shit," He teased. "Tell me your question."
"Fine, but you're going to look at me like I'm crazy," Gumball slightly chuckles
"Go for it." Marshall pulled him closer to him.
"Are you usually not doing anything?" He questioned, only a few inches away from Marshall's face.
"I barely ever am unless you, or Fiona need something, or my mom comes to bother the shit out of me."
"Alright, well… I was wondering if you could help me run the kingdom," He announced, pulling further away from Marshall's face.
He huffs, rolling his eyes. "If it means making my life dedicated to useless work, then no."
"We would have a lot more relaxation time, because things would get done a lot faster, you only have to work when I need help, and uh… I will give you a chance to be with me," He blushes, looking down.
The vampires face lit up at the last part, and narrowed his eyes again. "Would I be able to be in the same bed with you?" he smirks, his hand swiftly moving to his rump.
The prince's face darkens, and he could've sworn he felt the heat rise off his face. "I-if it works out."
Marshall leans closer to his face. "I'll tell you what. I'll give you till the end of this week to decide if we can be together. If you decide you want me as your boyfriend, I'll help you rule your kingdom~"
"Hmm, alright sounds fair," Gumball nods, pulling away from him. "I have to admit, I've been pushing you away because you would get in the way of my work."
"I know," he smirks, running his free hand through his pink, bubblegum hair. "Hey, Bubba?" The vampire swiftly purrs out. Gumball felt like he should neglect the way the vampire was grabbing him, but his desire was too strong to refuse.
"Hm?" The pink prince looked up at him, the blush still powdering his face, making Marshall crave the prince even more than he already does.
"Can I kiss you now that I asked permission?" He looks deep into Gumball's eyes, speaking every word as softly as possible, hopefully sounding irresistible. Luckily for Marshall, it was working. Gumball wraps his arms around his bare neck, pulling him closer so that Marshall's naked chest and His clothed one were pressing together. Gumball's sweet, plump lips press against the vampire's, feeling his fangs touch each side of his mouth. Marshall was taken by surprise, making his ruby eyes shoot wide open before fluttering them shut, and kisses the little pink prince back. They're mouths started to move together.
Marshall swiftly slides his tongue into his sweet tasting mouth, sending a pleasurable shock up Gumball's body. PG never felt this kind of feeling before. Throughout his whole long life, he always pushed people away, putting his job first. But he finally gave in, learning that Marshall was his weakness all along.
The prince combines his tongue with the vampire's, his knees going week, and he shifts his weight onto him, feeling down his bare chest and stomach, enjoying the ripples of his abs, and his smooth chest. Marshall held him up, his feet slowly starting to float off the ground. As their tongues danced together in each other's mouths, tilting their heads a bit, Gumball runs his free hand through Marshall's thick, straight hair, pressing his body closer to his.
The vampire king slowly pulls away, leaving both of them breathless, and sweaty. Gumball let out a small whine, wanting his lips to be reconnected to Marshall's. The vampire shoves the candy prince onto the bed, robbing him of a gasp. The vampire quickly pounces on him, burying his face into Prince Gumball's neck, gently sucking and grazing the pink bubblegum flesh. Gumball lifts his chin, moaning softly, as he lifts his arms over his head. "Oh, Marshall…~" He breathes out.
Marshall stops nipping at his neck to smirk, before sitting up. "I'm surprised you haven't told me to stop~" He purrs out, placing his knee between Gumball's slightly spread legs. He could tell the prince's bulge in his pants was yearning for him, so he expected Gumball to roll with his plan all the way through the night.
Gumball felt his ears heat up with embarrassment, closing his eyes tightly. "Just because you said that, I think it's time for me to leave," he stuttered before lifting his legs to kick off the eager vampire. Marshall tumbles off of him, hitting the floor with a thud. He props himself up with his elbows to see Prince Gumball standing at the side of the bed, smoothing out his clothes.
"But we were so close!" Marshall whines, pouting up at him.
"But yet so far," Gumball slyly smirks down at him before heading down the ladder. Marshall annoyingly growls, going down the ladder with him.
"Why do you got to be this way…" he whines, following the prince to the door.
"You haven't earned it yet," Gumball teasingly replies, fighting the urge to stay.
"You're a real pain in the ass."
"Yeah, I know~ But I'll tell you what. I'll visit you tomorrow morning with the potions, is that alright?" Gumball questions while opening the door.
"I might be sleeping all day tomorrow," the vampire lied.
"Hmph, fine I'll just stay home," Gumball teases, stepping out the door while bringing his hands up to his mouth the call the morrow.
"Wait!" Marshall shouts to him from the door. "How about noon?"
Gumball smiles at him. "Sounds good," he smirks, winking. "So long Marshall." He brings his hands back to his mouth, giving the signal. A few seconds later, the giant bird flies in. The prince climbs on top of it, taking off into the night in what seemed like only a second.
"Bye.." Marshall murmurs quietly, going back inside and plays his guitar for the rest of the night.
Heyyy, this is my first fanfiction, so sorry if it's super bad. My grammar can suck sometimes so just try to ignore it if you can. I hope you enjoy the rest of this story! I will try to update it every few weeks. School started up and all, so i dont know how busy I'll be.