His heart was banging out of his chest, as his stomach flipped around in his body. His bubblegum hair was being pulled back by the strong gusts of wind as his sweaty hands latched onto the black, rough fur underneath of him. He did not like this, not one bit. Why did he let that damned vampire talk him into this? His Legs squeezed onto Marshall's sides while his slender bat body flew higher up in the air, causing Gumball's weight to shift.

"M-Marshall! Take me down!" Gumball shrieked, shutting his eyes tightly so he couldn't see how far off the ground he was.

"What's wrong Bubba?" Marshall's muzzle stretched into a sharp smile. His large bat ears were pinned against his head, so he could glide faster through the air. "You afraid of heights?" Gumball's face was pressed close in between Marshall's shoulder blades, allowing the fur to cover his face.

"N-now I am!" he whined loud enough for him to hear. His marrow seemed so much more graceful. Marshall did somewhat of a smirk.

"Alright, alright I'm taking you down," He snickered, his wings folding to his sides so he could plummet down. The cold wind hit Gumball hard, the Black tank top he had on flying everywhere. Marshall opened his wings back up, causing them to stop at a halt, making the horrified prince jerk.

Soon, they floated safely to the ground. Gumball was shaking from the cold, and looked up from the heap of fur, seeing a clear, grassy meadow. The night sky was beautiful tonight. The grass was bathed with the moonlight. Gumball was here before, but never this late at night. It was rather romantic, he had to admit. He jumped off of Marshall's back to look around, a smile creeping up on his face.

"It's so beautiful out," he says, pulling his arms to his chest for warmth. His skinny jeans weren't doing much for him either. Marshall swiftly turned back to his normal form, coming up beside him to put his arm around Gumball's waist.

"Like you," He teased, puckering his lips at him. Gumball pushed his face away, laughing.

"Oh hush." He walked forward, spinning around a little. "Why'd you bring me here?"

"You needed a break, and I thought that this was the perfect place." He slowly followed beside him. Gumball twirled around to look at the slim vampire for a moment, a smile on his face.

"Thank you for everything," the prince says, drifting his gaze to the night sky. The moonlight his face beautifully, making the vampire blush.

"I'll have to say the same to you," Marshall replies, a soft smiling grazing his face.

"Nonsense, Marshall." He turned to him, and grabs onto his hands softly. "You make me feel alive again!" He pulled him in, and fell back on the soft grass with him. Marshall laughs and rolls to the other side of him.

"I feel the same way." He looks at him with his famous smirk.

"How so?" He looks back at him, reaching for his hand again. Marshall delicately held it.

"Well, you just make me feel alive, even though I'm not… Can I tell you something?"

"Well, of course." Marshall takes in a deep breath and exhales, looking up at the sky. You could see his breath fill the air around his mouth like smoke. "Before I became friends with you again, I've been going through a lot of shit. My mind kept bringing up the past, and I tried to kill myself many times." Gumball's eyes widen, but kept quiet so he could continue.

"I could never bring myself to do it, so I decided to self-harm instead. I used to hold my arms out to the sun until I got terrible blisters, and burns. I tried to stop the habit by drowning out my thoughts with music. It helped a little bit, but not fully." Marshall had a sympathetic smile on his face, like he was trying to hold back his tears with it. Gumball reached over with his free hand to caress the vampire's cheek. Marshall turned his head to nuzzle into it.

"Marshall…" Gumball whispered. Marshall sniffed.

"I'm better now Gumball, I swear I am," the king stuttered out, unshed tears finally coating his eyes. Gumball silently shifted closer to him, and rested Marshall's head on his chest, so he could cry into it. Marshall happily accepted his offer.

"I have my scars too," Gumball whispered, gently petting his jet black hair. Marshall sniffs, his eyes and nose running down his face when he cranks his head up to look at Gumball.

The candy prince slightly shifts so he could tug at the rim of his pants, his hip bone now exposed. There were shiny, white, somewhat delicate lines littering the skin. Marshall sniffed again, looking down at them. They were a little hard to see, but the moonlight made them stick out quite a bit.

Gumball quickly sheathes them, beginning to feel a little self-conscious. Marshall looks back up at him with sympathy.

"I didn't know these things bothered you…"

"I'm just better at hiding it is all. Does that make me stronger? I don't know," Gumball trailed off, looking down at him while running his hand back through his hair. Marshall hugged onto his waist tighter before reaching down to pull the rim down again so he could gently plant a kiss on his hipbone. Gumball shivers at the touch, and smiled down at him, trying not to break into tears. He never showed his emotions to anyone, and he wasn't going to start with Marshall.

"It doesn't really get to me, I now understand that life comes, and goes and there's going to be obstacles on the way. It took me two hundred and fifty years to notice that, but at least I know now."

"How old are you Bubba? I know everyone thinks your 18 but that's clearly not true."

"Tell me first," he replies. Marshall sits up, smirking. He knew Gumball was trying to change the subject, but he didn't really care. He didn't want a feeling's jam anyway.

"Alright sassy pants," Marshall jokes. "1,005 years." Gumball nods.

"You win, you're older."

"Tell me by how much."

"Don't tell anyone. But I'm 827," Gumball chuckles, falling back in the grass, getting tired of holding his head up. Marshall smiled, rolling onto the solid ground on his side, holding his head up with his cold hand.

"You're making me sound like an old man," Marshall snickers.

"We're both old men," the prince jokes, placing his hand back on the vampire's cheek. "You're just older."

"Don't tell me that. What if my lifespan is longer than yours?"

"Yeah, well. You're immortal. I think that my time is near by the way I'm feeling."

"Gummy, you still look like a kid. If you had a normal 100 year lifespan, you would be 18."

"Marshy, my lifespan and looks are two different things. Who knows, I could die tomorrow from old age. The candy people live around the normal lifespan, and I'm a candy person."

"Ugh stop talking about this."

` "Alright, I'm sorry. I'll never leave you alone, promise," Gumball coos, placing a kiss on the vampire's cheek. Marshall took the opportunity, and moved his head so he could kiss the bubblegum prince on his soft, craving lips. PG didn't necessarily complain. He pulled Marshall's slender body on top of him, deepening it while tangling his fingers into his jet black hair. Marshall did a slight purr, deepening the kiss while pressing his chest against his. He glides his long snakelike tongue across Gumball's bottom lip, causing them to spread apart a little to allow it to explore the inside of his moist mouth. Gumball let out a soft moan, intertwining their tongues together like they were fighting for some kind of dominance. Marshall grasps onto Gumball's arms to pin them above his head. He held both of the delicate hands with one of his so he could trail his other one up Gumball's jacket and shirt. Gumball shivered at the cold touch, and moved his head, causing the vampire to lick his cheek. Gumball giggled at the vampire's confused look as he pulled away from his face, still pinning his arms.

"What makes you think you can do more than kissing?" he teases.

"Aww, come on babe, I've been good…"

"No you haven't! Anyway, I should be heading back. I need to wake up super early for a meeting with LSP"

"Hmph," Marshall protests, crossing his arms in a playful pout. "You're no fun." He spins around and turns into his giant bat creature. "But I guess I have to listen to my prince," he teased, his voice way deeper, and demonic sounding. Gumball blushes, and lets out a chuckle before climbing onto Marshall's back. Marshall's massive wings launched them into the chilled air, and off they went to the Candy Kingdom.

Author's Note:

Hi everyone, sorry I haven't really been updating this as often as I should. But I would like to thank you for the helpful advice, and lovely comments! Next chapter will be a slight time lapse, because this story is moving way to slow. Also if anyone has any ideas on what they want to happen go ahead and tell me! Love you all!