Author's Note: Hey! Sorry for not posting in a long time. Hope ya'll still reading! There is a lemon near the end, so if you don't like that, don't read it. I just know some people just read fancfics for them, so I decided to throw some in there. enjoy! ^^
It's been a few months, and Marshall was finally known as the second ruler of the Candy Kingdom, and Gumball was now King Gumball, even though his friends still called him prince. The candy people took the news well, and grew even fonder of Marshall. They were no longer filled with fear of him, and looked at him as another role model. Gumball got onto him quite a bit about not setting the right example, but Marshall was always trying to change stuff up a bit to make things more exciting.
Marshall was in their office. There were two desks, and you definitely could tell which one was whose. Marshall's was black with red lining, and his name was on a silver plaque in the front of it. It was actually rather organized, and there was a picture of Gumball and him placed off to the side in a silver frame. Gumball's hasn't changed. It was purple with pink lining, and had a gold plaque for his name in the front. It was mainly made of candy like the rest of the kingdom. Marshall just wanted to put his own style into it. There were three pictures, and one of them was of Marshall and him at a movie night a couple weeks back at Fi's tree house.
The vampire was going through papers like usual. Gumball only used his desk for things that needed his signature, or approval. He's mainly in his lab, running around the kingdom to help the candy people, or going to meetings all over Aaa. Marshall was actually upset about this. He thought he was going to be able to spend more time with him during work, but he's spending more time with the candy people than anyone. If Gumball's too busy in the lab, Marshall has to attend to them. He doesn't necessarily mind. He loves their cheers for him, and the way they adore his music. Gumball had a lot more free time though. He was able to get the job done before six if not sooner. Marshall knew how much he appreciated his hard work by the candy king's mood. He was in higher spirits, and was full of energy most of the time.
Marshall Lee's thoughts were interrupted by the office door flying open. His lover dashed behind him to hug around his neck.
"Hey babe, you almost done? I'm thinking about baking you a red velvet cake tonight, would you like that?" The candy king chimed out. He just got back from a mushroom war clean up, how does he have this much energy. The vampire snickers, running his hand over Gumball's, brushing over his wedding ring.
"Mmm, just three more things, better starting making it, because I'm starving," Marshall purrs out.
"Aww, why didn't you eat anything? Pep would've happily fetched you something. The kitchen has plenty of things you can eat."
"I only want to eat what you feed me," Marshall moaned, flicking his tongue at him. Gumball chuckles and climbs into his lap, burying his head into his neck.
"Why's that?" he mumbles through his skin.
"I'm able to have you as dessert," the vampire teased, getting a blush out of the bubblegum king.
"Is that so?" He soon smirked, tracing a delicate finger down the vampire's chest.
"Yeah, and don't deny it. You've been way more fun lately. You always want to go out to parties, and stuff every night."
"Well, you made me realize how uptight I am." He reached up to kiss his cold cheek. The vampire bent his head down to kiss his pink lover on the lips. Gumball happily kissed back before pulling away.
"Tonight we're staying here, okay?" PG replied while rolling off of his lap. "I'll be in the kitchen when you're done." He struts out of the room, leaving Marshall Alone. He smiles to himself, shaking his head. He continued to go through his leftover work.
After an hour, Marshall finally finished and he was heading to the kitchen. Gumball's cake was already in the oven, and he was humming one of Marshall's catchy songs while looking at a check list to see if he finished all of his tasks for the day. The vampire smiles, and floated over to him and hugged around his waist. Gumball jumps a little before realizing who it was and chuckled. Marshall deeply kissed Gumball's neck before gently lapping the bubblegum skin with his skilled tongue. Gumball did a small moan before playfully pushing him away.
"Did you get all your work done?" Gumball protested, a joking tone pulling at his voice. Marshall nodded, floating back a little.
"Yeah in fact I did. Now stop pushing me away," Marshall pouted, crossing his arms.
"Alright, I'm sorry," Gumball coos, going over to him and gently pulled on his pant leg to signal him to come down. He obeyed him, instantly hugging onto him, and lifted him onto the dining table. The candy king's eyes widen, placing his hands on Marshall's chest.
"Why are you so clingy today?" Gumball gasps. Marshall just shrugged, burying his face into his neck again.
"I missed you," he muffled, making his neck heat up. Gumball smirks.
"I wasn't even gone for a whole day, Marshall."
"Too long…" Gumball laughs, pulling him away, placing both hands on his cold, pale cheeks.
"You're so cute."
"Stop pushing me away Bonnibeau!" Marshall whines.
"We're not making love here, Marshall." Marshall starts groaning again.
"I've been waiting all day, Gumball."
"Maybe later, okay?"
"Why are you such a tease?"
Gumball shrugged, smiling halfheartedly. "I just thought you would like a challenge is all." Marshall instantly went from upset to humored. He broke out laughing before pushing the pink king down on the round table, and pinned him there.
"Babe, you know you can't challenge me, I can take whatever I want," He teasingly hummed into Gumball's ear. "You know I'm bad." Instead of trembling in fear, Gumball just let out a small laugh.
"That's no way to treat a king," Gumball jokes. "You're not bad, Marshy. You're just a sensitive cuddly, show off." Marshall frowns.
"I'm not a show off. And I'm only sensitive when it comes to shit like my past. I wouldn't be if Simone survived the crazy." His fists clenched a little harder onto Gumball's wrists, but Gumball just shushed him.
"I love your sensitivity, and show off attitude, even though it gives me quite a lot of competition," Gumball cooed. Marshall just did a small playful growl.
"Yet I picked you out of everyone, because you're so delicious, and sexy." Marshall joked before he bent down, gently grazing his fangs across gumball's collarbone, making the candy king shudder. Marshall smirked before lightly puncturing the delicate bubblegum skin, and slowly draining the pink from the small spot, making it turn gray, and pulled away before Gumball could jerk around and protest.
"Aah! Marshall, that hurt!" Bonnibeau cried, trying to push Marshall off, but he didn't budge. His collarbone stung a little, but he was used to it. His lower half was basically covered with them. It was Marshall's way of giving hickeys, obviously.
"I have to make sure your marked, so everyone knows your mine," Marshall teased. "You have more admirers than me." Gumball glared at him.
"You're so full of it," he grunts. The buzzing of a timer rang through the air, making both of them jump. Marshall finally let go of Gumball so he could attend to his cake. He shakily stood up, and rubbed his wrists before making his way to the oven. While he prepared it, Marshall just floated around, and lounged back, taking in the lovely smell.
"A lot of people really do like you, you know. Simo- I mean Ice Queen is in love with you. Fionna obsesses over you. Many princes and princesses are too," Marshall sighs. "Makes me wonder why you chose me out of everyone."
Gumball smiles, but didn't look up from his work. "Ice Queen loves everyone. Including you Marshall if that's what you're upset about. I think the reason she likes me more is because I'm an easier target, and she gets a sonly vibe from you." Marshall glances at him.
"You really think so?"
"Yes. Maybe you should talk to her more, and try to remind her of Simone. Maybe remind her of Hambo, and stuff. Anyway, you have way more admirers than me. Literally everybody in Aaa is attracted to you in some way." He finished putting on pink icing, and some cut up strawberries. The vampire smiles and floated over to him. He hugged around his waist, and buries his face into his shoulder, inhaling his bubblegum scent.
Gumball tilts his head back so he could kiss Marshall on the forehead. "You know I love you, right?" Gumball whispers. He reaches his arm up to coil it into Marshall's hair. Marshall nods, running his fingers up and down his stomach.
"I love you too," the vampire muffles out, nuzzling further into his shoulder. He stared at the beautiful crafted cake. Gumball really had a gift at baking. It was actually pretty big, and the blood red icing was smoothly smeared all over the cake so you couldn't even see the batter. Then the strawberries formed a somewhat crown on the top of it. Marshall pecked Gumball's cheek before pulling away. He got two plates, two forks, and a knife to cut the cake with. He gave the knife to Gumball, and set the plates on the table. The candy king set the cake in the middle of the table after cutting it. He cut all the pieces evenly, but there was one piece with a slice going through it, and Gumball put one of the half slices on his own plate, while he gave Marshall a full one.
They both sat down, and Marshall stabbed a strawberry with his fork, and slowly drained the color out of it. Gumball started to cut his up, and started eating it. The vampire's eyes narrow, studying his lover. When Gumball noticed, he looked right back at him.
"What is it?" He muffled, placing a hand over his mouth so he could finish chewing.
"Why are you eating less? Like, not just with this, but with everything?" Marshall questioned, looking at Gumball with worry. Gumball just shrugged.
"My appetite decreased is all." he looked away from him.
"Bullshit, you lost a lot of weight, too. Are you going on a secret diet or something?"
Gumball groaned, setting down his fork. "It shouldn't matter if I am or not. I was gaining weight, so what?"
Marshall frowns, his fangs pushing his bottom lip out. "I love your body. It's adorable."
"Well, maybe I want to be more toned," The flustered bubblegum king protested. Marshall just rolled his eyes, starting to suck the color out of the rest of the cake, which took a good five minutes. Gumball just threw away the rest of his cake. When he was mad, he usually lost his appetite as well.
"We should go up to the tree, sense the Litch isn't in there no more. Plus Peppermint isn't doing witchcraft or whatever up there anymore, so we can have some peaceful alone time." Marshall tried to break the silence, and lighten the mood. Gumball nodded, looking up from putting the cake away.
"Yeah, okay. It will probably give us some relaxing time. You only been up there once haven't you?"
"Yeah, when I was helping you clean it out a bit. I was never able to enjoy it though," Marshall said while placing the dishes in the sink. "Come on, let's go now." He grabbed Gumball's delicate hand, and headed up to the top of the palace. He was surprised none of the candy people, or maids was bothering them to do something. This day has been pretty relaxed actually. How surprising.
When they finally made it to the tree, the first thing the prince realized that it was a little chilly up there. It was pretty predictable, because it was just a bunch of branches tangled up as walls. It was still pretty nice. Gumball had a bunch of candles in there with a couple of soft rugs laid out. There were some blankets and pillows on the side so they could use them if they wanted to. Usually the candy ruler came up here to relax, and relieve stress caused by his surroundings. Sometimes he wished that he could live in a world with just him so he had nothing to protect, calm, or fight for. He starts to sound like Marshall. He shouldn't think like that. When the Queen of Aaa took over his kingdom for a while, it was hard to adjust to only worrying about him. He feels useless without the candy people. They might be under baked, but they just didn't know any better.
Marshall already made a makeshift bed that looked rather comfortable. He also lit the candy wax candles, making the tree glow a warming orange color. It looked so perfect and comfortable, and for some reason Gumball got really tired by looking at the sight. He quickly joined Marshall in the bed, resting his head on his chest, and they both looked up at the roof of the tree.
"…Hey, Marshall?" Gumball murmured
"Hm?"
"Do you think I'm pretty?"
Marshall did a hoarse chuckle, his chest vibrating against Gumball's head.
"Very. Why?" Marshall glanced down at the blushing, yet concentrating Gumball. His grip tightened around his waist.
"Just wandering." He shrugged his shoulders a bit. Marshall took off both of their crowns, and set them aside.
"Bonnibeau, you're beautiful. The most beautiful person I have ever met and I don't want you to think any less. You should eat as much as you want, and strut everywhere you go. So many women fight for you, and dream about you being their groom. LSP is jealous that you're attracting everyone, even the guys. You dragged me into your trance, and I'm planning on staying in it."
Gumball smiles at the compliment, but quickly covers it up. "You're hot stuff too Marshall Lee and you know it."
"You're making me rethink that."
"psh, creampuffs. You have so many fans."
"Why are we talking about this?" Marshall presses Gumball closer to him, laughing some. He just smiles.
"Just anxiety I guess." Marshall fell silent for a moment.
"You shouldn't be Bubba. I'm here forever, and if I ever betray that promise, you can behead me." Even though Marshall was being pretty cheesy, he found it really sweet. He sat up, making Gumball do the same. He groaned, having to leave his comfortable position. Marshall slid off his formal jacket, and tossed it aside, leaving him in a white button up shirt. Gumball discarded of his as well, leaving him in a silky purple one, which was a lot more comfortable. Marshall lay back down, and Gumball did the same, but this time he was facing him, playing with his wispy, black hair. Marshal smiled, cuffing his pink cheek.
Bubba leaned down, pressing his lips to Marshall's. He did the same, wrapping his arms around him, and pulling him closer. Gumball pressed against him, placing his legs on each side, straddling the vampire. He gently grinds onto his bubblegum lover, making a moan gather up in his throat. Marshall was praying to Glob that Bonnibeau wouldn't push him away. It's been too long since they did anything. Mainly because Gumball was up late at night in the lab, or Marshall was up doing something out of the kingdom with Fionna because he hasn't gotten used to his new sleeping schedule.
Marshall reached in between them to undo both of their pants, then sneakily snaked his hands onto Gumball's sides and hooked his fingers on the rim, pulling them and his boxers down. Gumball decided to stop playing hard to get, and let him do anything he desired. He wanted this just as badly, and there was no stopping Marshall anyway.
The kiss became more heated as they intertwined tongues. Marshall eventually pulled his already hard member out of his pants, and slapped it against Gumball's ass. Bonniebeau did a soft groan as Marshall pulled away from the kiss to place two fingers at the tip of the candy king's moist lips. Gumball did a small smirk before gently sucking them into his mouth. Marshall bit his lip, and narrowed his eyes while stroking his member.
When KG lathered his fingers in saliva, he pulled them out, touching them to his tight entrance. Their lips reconnected as Marshall worked his fingers into his prince. Gumball flinches some, and let out a small squeak. He pressed closer to him, and Marshall chuckled deeply, rolling Gumball over on his back as he slid his skilled tongue into his mouth. He started to thrust his fingers in and out of him, making him gasp, and arch his back.
As soon as Gumball got used to Marshall's two digits, he added in another, thrusting them in and out of him quickly. Gumball panted, bucking his hips upward while making the cutest sounds Marshall has ever heard.
When Marshall felt Gumball start to loosen around his fingers, he pulls out, causing a whine from Gumball, already missing the feeling. The vampire separates their kiss, and positions his large, twitching member to his hole, instantly ramming into him.
Gumball gasps again, Clenching onto his shoulders, as he starts to thrust into him roughly.
"M-Marshall! T-too rough!" Gumball stammers, burying his face into his neck. Marshall laughed, thrusting into him a few times before holding one in, swaying his hips a little.
"My little prince needs to toughen up for his king," Marshall purrs with an irresistible, low tone. The words sent shivers up Gumball's spine, and made him fall silent. He loved this side of Marshall, even though he could get a little too dominant happy.
Marshall continued to ram him, hitting his G spot each time. He lifted his hips off the bed, and sat up on his knees, thrusting into him harder. Bubba grasped onto the blanket underneath of them, clenching his teeth so he wouldn't make any embarrassing noises. The pink king's member was leaking pre-cum, and Marshall took one hand off his leg to grab onto it, stroking him with every thrust.
Gumball couldn't help but to yell out his name, thrusting into his grasp while being pounded.
"Marshall! Marshall! Marshall!" Gumball couldn't help but to yell out, throwing his head back. He could probably be heard by all of Aaa. His sweet, sticky cum shot out onto Marshall's chest, and his stomach, making him spasm a little. Marshall smirked at the sight of his loud, flustered lover as he keeps pounding him, eventually reaching his orgasm as well. He holds in one giant thrust, ejaculating deep inside of him. He topples on top of him, no longer able to hold himself up.
They laid there for about twenty minutes in a sweaty, heavy breathing mass until Marshall got the energy to lift his head, and cuff Gumball's cheek. They just stared at each other, smiling, until Gumball eventually spoke up.
"We should come up here more often."