The next morning, Marshall woke up holding his guitar lazily in his arms. He was in the corner of his living room floating just a little off the ground. He groans, laying his guitar against the wall to rub his eyes. He must've fallen asleep. He floats over to the kitchen, opening the fridge to grab the reddest apple in there, and brings it to his mouth, sinking his fangs into it, and slowly sucks the color out. He hums a little, enjoying every drop of red while making his way to the trash to throw away the now mushy, grey fruit.

He was upset that Gumball left him all flustered and hard last night. He could've just jacked off and went to bed, but he was really looking forward to the prince giving him pleasure, not himself. Maybe he was moving too fast. Speaking of Bubble Butt, he was supposed to come over this morning.

He gasps. "Shit, what time is it!?" he exclaimed to himself, looking at the clock in his kitchen. It was almost eight, and the prince is always on time or early. He zooms up the ladder to look for the best outfit he had. He eventually picks out a red tank top, and a pair of blue skinny jeans. He looks at it and smiles, thinking if the prince would like it or not. He nods at his pick, and lays it out on the bed with a pair of boxers and socks. He quickly heads to the bathroom to take a shower.

He turns on the water quickly, and started to strip of his clothes as fast he could. While he was waiting for the water to warm up, he started to brush his teeth, making sure he made his breath smell as pleasant as possible. He never really had to worry about dental hygiene, because he never ate actual food. He just sucks the color out of things.

When he felt the water in the sink turn warm, he quickly washed out his mouth, and jumped into the shower. He swiftly washes his body, and hair, and was done in the matter of five minutes. Once he was finished, he turns off the shower, and grabs a towel, drying off his body and hair while heading back to his room. He heard some movement downstairs, making him pause for a second. Was Gumball already here, and he just let himself in? He gasps, throwing his towel aside, and quickly slips on the clothes he picks out. He looks in the mirror to situate his wet hair, and made sure his clothes fit him alright. He nods in approval of himself before heading down the ladder, instantly seeing his guess was right. But what the fuck was Gumball doing?

The prince was in the kitchen, wearing a frilly bubblegum pink jacket with a darker pink stripe going around the chest. It had no zipper, and it only went to his waist, showing off his thin waist line. Underneath of the jacket was a hot pink tank top. He had on form fitting shorts that went to his thighs that were the same color as the stripe on his jacket, and knee high pink in front, and dark pink in back boots. The way his outfit fit his body made Marshall blush. Gumball was setting a red teapot on Marshall's counter, and a bag of teas in his cabinet. The vampire noticed a wooden box on the kitchen table with a sun carved in the top of it. It must be the light potions.

"I decided to get you a tea set, so you're able to offer me tea when I come over," the bubblegum prince chimes, looking over his shoulder innocently. The nerve of him acting like he owned the place. Marshall smirks, floating over to his side.

"I don't know, tea is a little too girly for my place," he jokes. Gumball had a red cup of cherry tea in his hand, turning around to lean on the counter.

"Oh hush Marshall, I'm not girly. I got a bag of cherry tea, so you can have some too," he replied, winking to him. Gumball seemed so much more like himself around the vampire, and Marshall loved it.

Marshall had to hold back a laugh at Gumball not being girly. "Anyway, what did you want the potions for?" PG asks, looking down at his cup.

Marshall holds out his pointer finger, signaling him to wait a second. He goes over to the wooden box to undo the latches, taking one of the small glass bottles delicately into his hand. The liquid glows a bright yellow, making it look like a drop of sun. "So I could do this." He bites onto the cork to open it, and spit it directly into the trash can. He downs the glowing liquid, and throws the empty bottle away along with the cork, and heads out his front door, and runs out of the gloomy forest, into the sunlight. When PG chased after him to stop him, he realized that Marshall's skin wasn't blistering, and he was in no pain at all. The prince leans against the door, a smile spreading across his face while watching Marshall take in the fresh air, and spin around the green meadow in the bright sun. Dew was still tipping the grass making Marshall's socks wet, but he didn't really mind it. He was never able to be in the sunlight, but now he could finally feel it's warmth on his skin without blistering, or eventually dying.

The prince chuckles, finding it adorable on how much Marshall was enjoying the day time. "Is that the only reason?" he calls out to the vampire, stepping out into his front yard. The vampire stops spinning like a child to look at Gumball, smiling, nodding his head. He made his way back to the house along with Gumball.

"You're so adorable," Gumball laughs, going over to the uncomfortable couch, and sits down, crossing his leg over the other. Marshall looks over at him, smirking.

"Oh, so you admit that you're attracted to me?" he assumingly chuckles.

Gumball rolls his eyes. "Noo, I never said you were attractive, I said you were adorable in a little child way." He places his empty tea cup aside, crossing his arms.

"Ouch," he sighs, smiling sympathetically, floating above the couch. PG's words actually sort of hurt the vampire king, even though he knew the words weren't true. "Are you still trying to push me away babe?" he rests his head on his hands, and floated on his stomach, kicking his feet a little. Gumball's face heated up.

"Oh shush Marshall, I never said that I didn't find you attractive, and I'm not pushing you away" he murmurs, rolling his eyes.

"If you're not pushing me away, then why won't you let me show you a good time?" Marshall purrs out, placing his hand on the prince's face to make him look at the king.

Gumball slaps his hand away. "You're trying to move too fast," he sneers. Marshall frowns.

"I'm sorry, Gummy… I didn't know you were one of those slow moving people. I promise I'll take it slow, even though it's hard to with that cute little ass of yours~"

"MARSHALL!" Gumball exclaims, and jumps off the couch. He covers his rump, glaring at Marshall with a huge blush on his face. Marshall smirks, floating up to him.

"Awww come on, I was giving you a compliment, don't hide it from me~"

"Why were you staring at my rump in the first place?"

"It's hard to miss," he admitted. "How about we get a drink tonight? You need to stop being so tense~"

"A prince shouldn't drink…"

"Stop making up excuses. Look, I'm a king, and I drink and shit, as long as you do it responsibly."

"You don't necessarily run your kingdom, your mom does. So you're not an influence."

"Please, babe."

"Don't call me that, and no."

"I'll do whatever you want for the whole day plus tomorrow~" Gumball looks at Marshall. All the opportunities he had.

"Anything?"

"Yes, anything," he chuckles. The prince sighs.

"Fine."

"But! You have to get a few drinks with me first," He added.

"Ugh! Fine, but whatever you do, make sure I don't drink too much…"

"Aww, come on, I wanna see you all drunk and junk."

"No, I'm a terrible drunk!" he whines.

"What happens when you're drunk?" Marshall couldn't picture the prince being a terrible, aggressive drunk. He couldn't even imagine him drinking any alcohol at all, but he guesses there's some things he doesn't know about Gumball.

"I'm not going to tell you, you'll take advantage of me." He crosses his arms, looking down. Marshall frowns.

"Do you really think I'm that kind of person?"

Gumball shakes his head. "No! I just… Push myself onto people. I'm nothing like myself." Marshall's frown stretches back to his crooked smile, holding his hands.

"I promise I won't take advantage if it comes to that."

Gumball sighs, finally giving in. "Alright, when do you want to leave."

"Whenever its night time. When do you need to be back?"

"I told Peppermint that I'll probably be gone until tomorrow. Just in case you wanted to do something tonight, which I knew, you would because you're a vampire and all. You have those light potions now though.

"Yeah, but I got those for my concerts in the day time so I don't have to wear my giant hat, or carry around an umbrella every time. I prefer night concerts, but the cloud people like to party in the day time, and they like my music so I can get paid even more by the day partiers."

Gumball rolls his eyes, smiling a little. "I only experienced one of your concerts, and I thought your music was nice. I can relate to some of it."

"Awww Gummypuss likes my music~" Marshall coos, placing his hands on his hips, getting a blush from Gumball for the hundredth time today.

"Hush," He sharply remarks, looking to the side to avoid eye contact with the vampire.

"You know, we have more alike than you think" Marshall said more seriously.

"I know Marshall. It's just our kingdoms don't necessarily get along. That's why if your helping me rule my kingdom, we have to keep the news away from everyone but the candy people and maybe the girls."

"Ugh don't bring seriousness into our cute talk," Marshall pouts. "You know we are both sort of dark. You can get into some pretty dangerous stuff. Like that time you helped me get Hambo back, and when you made the dead candy people into zombies!" Marshall laughs, taking his hands off of the candy prince's hips, secretly making Gumball a little disappointment. "I don't see why you're so uptight all the time when you have the opportunity to be as cool as yours truly," Marshall smartly remarks, gesturing to himself. Gumball rolls his eyes.

"Because you're not as bad as you think you are. I understand that you've been through a lot, and so have I. I do dangerous stuff, yes. But I'm not much of a fighter. I need to set a good example for my precious candy people. They are very delicate, and violence is never the answer for them. I'm posing as their role model. So you should stop giving me crap for being so uptight. I have to while I'm in my kingdom."

"Alright, Alright cutie. I'm sorry." Marshall had to admit, he was calling Gumball soft. He was actually pretty tuff, but he has to act uncool for his soft candy people. He wondered why the prince wasn't like them.

"Thank you. Now if you don't mind, I have to use the restroom." Gumball heads back up the ladder, going to Marshall's bathroom. The vampire watches him disappear into the other room, and sighs. He wants to treat him like his boyfriend already. He wants to wrap his arms around him and kiss him randomly. Gumball never really pushes him away when he does small stuff like place his hands on his hips or tiny waist, or calls him pet names. Maybe he won't do anything if he cranks it up a notch. He nods to give his thoughts approval, and takes his axe guitar into his hand, and floats up in the air. He starts to play one of his songs. He actually wrote it about Gumball, but he made sure that it wasn't that noticeable.

Gumball heard the faint strumming of the guitar, and Marshall's deep, soothing voice from downstairs and smiles to himself, starting to hum to the familiar toon. He was looking at himself in the mirror, brushing his hair down into slight bangs, to see what looked better. He thought the conversation was getting awkward, so he decided to make up an excuse to leave. He left his gummy hair down a little, making side swooped bangs. He was going to wait until the song was done until he went back downstairs. He quietly sneaks out of the restroom, deciding that a little snooping never hurt no one.

He studied the wads of paper on his bright red bed, and picks up a piece, silently un-crumpling it, and smiles to himself as he sees an attempted song lyric. He read through it before picking up another piece, and soon he started looking through all of them. He did recognize most of the songs were about love, which made his stomach twist a little. Was he writing about him? The more he read through the papers, the more he pieced together their meanings. It became obvious that they were about the prince. Some even mentioned pink hair, violet eyes, and things about having too many responsibilities. The poems talked about the small things he wanted to do to him, like treat him like his own. Gumball blushes at the words, "my prince" in one of the songs. There was even personal information like things about having to watch the people that were close to him die, and how much it hurt to know he'll just be lonely again in the future. Gumball knew how it felt. He was over a thousand years old, and had to watch many people go. Being immortal was more of a curse than it was a blessing. But he had to admit, he was becoming numb to it. Marshall was always there through the thousand years. They were best friends at one point, but Gumball became more serious about his work, and they grew apart. Gumball was actually stronger than the vampire mentally. He felt bad for the emotional king. Maybe it's because Marshall was going through depression? The thought of him struggling with all these thoughts made Gumball's brow furrow.

The bubblegum prince didn't notice the dead silence in the room, for his thoughts were too loud to let him. Then he felt a small, warm breath hit his ear and neck, as the breeze turned into words.

"Getting a little nosey, aren't you Bubba?" the voice whispered. Gumball's heart stopped, dropping the papers that were caressed in his hands. They flew to the floor, and Gumball quickly turns around to see a vampire standing only an inch away from his face. Damn, he was quiet. Gumball jerks away from him, his hands flying up like he was caught in a murder.

"Marshall! I-I'm sorry, I was just curious, and-" his quivering lip attempted to spit out before he was quickly interrupted.

"It's okay I understand, those are just song ideas," Marshall shrugged it off like it was nothing. He actually was as terrified as Gumball, because he was expressing his feelings in those crumpled notes. Gumball could tell that it wasn't okay by the way he's biting down on his lip, and the look in his avoiding eyes. Gumball's eyes went from terrified, to sympathetic. He goes back up to him, and places his arms under his, bringing him into a hug. Marshall doesn't move for a couple of seconds before wrapping his arms around the prince's waist. Gumball felt a warm sensation in the pit of his stomach when Marshall rests his head on his shoulder. It was comforting. He never really realized Marshall was always there for him way back then, and now he's back, hopefully for good.

"…I'm sorry for everything you're going through," Gumball says bluntly, trying not to sound affected by his words. But Marshall nuzzles deeper into the crook of Gumball's neck, making him tense up to not sound nervous.

"You make me forget…" Marshall's voice vibrates Gumball's skin. Gumball almost wanted to moan at the simple words. He really meant that much to Marshall.

"If I really do, I don't want you to ever leave me, okay?" Gumball remarks, sounding really serious, even though what he said sounded rather childish. Marshall smiles at the words, Gumball not being able to see it because his face was over his shoulder.

"Hopefully I'll be able to," he sweetly remarked, melting Gumball's heart a little. Gumball hugs onto him tighter, not wanting to let go. He had to admit, he was acting a little feminine, but he couldn't help it. Marshall delicately smiles, and turns his face to his bubblegum neck, giving it a few gentle kisses, before moving up his jawline, to his mouth. When Marshall felt his warm, puffy feeling lips gently brush his cold thin ones, he shudders a little, craving them intensely. He connects his lips to his, pressing them together. Gumball deepens it, tilting his head a little while their lips moved together in a slow, soothing rhythm. Marshall's fangs gently graze his lip, making gumball open his mouth a little, letting the vampire enter into it with his long, slick tongue. Gumball moans, and gently sucks on it before combining his tongue with his. Marshall loved Gumball's sweet bubblegum flavor, and he wanted more of it. He could feel the crotch of his pants get a little tight as he explored Gumball's mouth, savoring the flavor.

The prince could feel the vampire's arousal brush against his leg, and smirked a little. He let Marshall lick around his mouth some more before pulling away quickly. Marshall whines, his face heated, along with the rest of his body, and his mouth coated in saliva. They were both breathless, but wanted more. To Marshall's surprise, he felt gumball snake his warm hand up his tank top, feeling the ripples of his cold slim muscles, and made his way to one of his nipples, gently twisting it in his hand. He bent down to his knees, pulling his shirt up with his other hand so he could flick the other one with his tongue. Marshall gasps, a blush powdering his face as he intertwined his long fingers into Prince Gumball's hair, avoiding his little crown. The prince starts to gently suck on the one he's been teasing with his hand, and led his now free hand to his clothed crotch. He takes his time undoing the button, and zipper, struggling a little with it. Marshall was surprised this was even happening. If anything, he thought he would be making the first move on the pink prince, but apparently not. But whatever, he wasn't going to let him top him in the future. He was getting a little impatient with him as he took his time getting his pants down. His member was so hard; it felt like it was going to rip through. He wanted those pink, puffy lips to devour his rock hard cock.

While he was drooling at the thought, he felt his cock finally spring up, welcoming Gumball with twitching excitement. The cool air hit his flesh, making him shiver. Gumball's eyes widen at the sight.

"y-you're… so big," Gumball stutters out, eyeing it in what looked like amazement. Marshall did a sly smirk, grabbing it so he could give a few smacks to Gumball's face. The pink prince blushed, flinching every time it hit him.

"I knew you'd like it~" Marshall cooed, placing his solid tip to the side of Gumball's wet, warm mouth. To his surprise, Gumball's narrowed violet orbs looked up at him, giving him a small smirk while he took Marshall's hand off of his member so he could grab a hold of it. He gently flicks his tongue over the tip of it, tasting its saltiness. He gently sucks the tip into his mouth, smoothly humming around it. Marshall throws his head back, and moans loudly, trying his hardest not to fuck the hell out of his beautiful, sensitive face. Gumball starts to suck more into his mouth while rubbing his tongue along the bottom shaft.

Marshall looked down at him, seeing he was still looking. Who knew there was this side to the stuck up prince! Marshall liked it, even though it worried him how Gumball knew how to do this. He felt his mouth move further down on his arousal, feeling him swallow around it as he started to deep throat him. He gagged a little, but eventually got used to it, and moved his head slowly up and down, coating it with his saliva. Marshall watched his cock disappear and reappear from Gumball's skilled mouth. He couldn't take it anymore. He had to thrust. He clasped onto Gumball's hair, slowly thrusting into his mouth, making Gumball's nose crinkle and gag some more. The prince's eyes eventually close, as Marshall holds his head in one spot and starts quickly thrusting into his face. Gumball felt like he was going to fall back so he places his hands on the floor, letting out a small whine as his mouth was fucked. Marshall started to quicken his pace, and his member started to twitch, and leak pre-cum, which was eventually swallowed by the prince. Soon, Marshall held Gumball's head all the way down on his cock, and ropes of cum started to shoot down his throat, taking the bubblegum prince by surprise. The spurts kept coming, and Gumball wasn't able to swallow fast enough, so he just let it ooze out the sides of his mouth. Once Marshall rode out his orgasm, he slowly pulled out of Gumballs mouth, strings of saliva, and salty fluids still connecting them.

Marshall blushed while looking down at the flustered prince, the white, salty liquid running down his chin. Gumball started to lick off what he could, his face red from embarrassment. The sight made Marshall get hard all over again. His crooked smile came back to his sweat coated face.

"I didn't know they made cream filled Gumballs~" He teased seductively, licking his lips. Gumball's eyes widen, and snapped his head back to his direction. His face turned even redder, and he wiped off his face before weakly standing up. He was obviously hard but his words didn't show it.

"J-just because you said that, I'm not going to drink with you, or help you with your second erection" He slurred, his mouth a little numb. Marshall frowns, kicking his pants and boxers off of his feet.

"But Bubba…"

"Nnope." He crosses his arms, looking away from him. Maybe as well ought to put your clothes back on. You're lucky I even did anything." Marshall growls.

"You're still going to a bar with me tonight."

"I'll think about it."

Marshall huffed, rolling his eyes. "Whatever you say my prince~ I'll talk you into it eventually."

"We'll see Marshall," Gumball smartly replies, turning his back on him so he could smile at the words "My prince."

Author's Note:

Hey everyone! i want to thank you for the nice comments! it really inspires me to write more, and I'm super glad people are enjoying it! I promise my fics will improve, but this is nowhere close to over. Sorry if you don't like yaoi, I forgot to warn you about that, plus it might be horrible sense its my first lemon . Sorry for any grammar mistakes! thank you for reading!