Bubba snuggled into Marshall with a tired grin that slowly dissolved as he drifted into sleep. The clock read ten in the morning, and Marshall simply chuckled. Nothing like a round of sex in the morning to start the day. He turned his attention to his partner, and decided he'd learn and memorize the features on Bubba's body. He was tired too, but felt the need to stay conscious and protect his mate; simply another instinct. The air smelled of their odors and sweat, but it was incredible in Marshall's opinion.
He started at Bubba's magenta colored hair made of, well, gum. It was entirely strange how he could slide his fingers through Gumball's hair without them getting sticky or gross. Now that he thought about it, he wasn't sticky at all, anywhere. Despite tasting like and being made of candy, he had practically human like features and bodily functions. He had bones, muscles, organs, blood, veins, and an immune system, all made of candy. He had the body of a human, unlike the rest of the candy people. Marshall knew that at one point he himself had been a human, before the apocalypse a thousand years ago, before he was bitten and turned. Could Bubba be partially human...? He had no idea.
Bubba had gorgeous facial features, Marshall determined with a smile. He had a sweet pointed but slightly rounded nose, and soft pink lips. His eyes were absolutely gorgeous, pupils deep violet and irises soft, light blue. He had a radiant complexion all the time, skin smooth, healthy, and light pink. Marshall let his eyes drift down to his torso, which was smooth and flat until his tummy, which was slightly puffy. Marshall adored this, as it gave Bubba this adorable image of a bashful, sweet, innocent young kid, only eighteen years old. Marshall allowed himself to rub Bubba's side, feeling his ribs and slight muffin top.
This stirred the prince, causing him to pull up his knees and shiver. He liked Marshall's touch, to say the very least, even in his sleep. He reached out to Marshall gently, and when his hand rested on his abs he seemed content enough. Marshall pulled him closer, and the prince smiled big. He muttered, "M-Marshie... Lee." The vampire rubbed his back, all up and down his curved spine with an affectionate chuckle.
"Gummy..." He whispered back, then closed his eyes. He went out like a light, very unexpectedly. Marshall was simply soothed by the endless love Bubba provided, and was the most relaxed he'd ever been. He felt safe and loved for the first time in hundreds of years.
Hours later Bubba woke with an uncomfortable and pained moan. He hurt practically everywhere. First and foremost his bottom was on fire. It hurt so bad that he was afraid to move anything below his waist. Then there was his neck that throbbed as his heart beat. It was discolored, bruised, punctured, and searing hot. The skin was inflamed and irritated, and the muscles accompanied the burning feeling with a dull and extremely painful ache. His head hurt quite a bit, and he was feeling faint. Famished and thirsty, yet chilled. He tapped Marshall softly, eyes lightly shut. "Marshall? Please wake..." Marshall opened his eyes and shifted immediately.
"Hey gorgeous..." He smiled then looked at him, and the corners of his mouth dropped. "Bubba you look horrible."
"That wouldn't be a far off description for how I feel..." He chuckled smoothly. "I need your help to get home. I don't think I'll be able to stand for a few good hours, or lift my head. I need Peppermint Maid." Marshall frowned and suddenly seemed on edge.
"Uh, you know as well as I do that we cannot do that... If she finds out- If anyone finds out-!"
"Relax, Marshall..." He says confidently. "Peppermint maid is like my mom. She cares for me endlessly and would understand."
"Understand us? You've lost it. Did I suck the smart out of you?"
"No, you didn't. I trusted you and now you need to trust me. I need you to please dress me and yourself and take me to the castle." He asked nicely, verging on impatiently, and Marshall sighed. He got out of bed and draped the sheet over Bubba's body, then dressed himself. After, he picked up the prince's clothes and gently began to dress him. "I noticed you have bruises on your..." Bubba blushed deeply, and Marshall nodded.
"Yeah, and so do you, but on your bottom." He said, gently pressing two fingers on a bruise near where Marshall had entered. Bubba winced.
"It doesn't even compare to the burn in my bottom. It hurts... it hurts like hell!" He said loudly, saying a bad word. It caused Marshall's eyebrows to shoot up, and his eyes to soften. Bubba wouldn't curse unless he had an incredibly strong reason to.
"I'm sorry it hurts so bad... I should have been more gentle." He slid on Bubba's boxers and pants, guilty.
"Oh, hush. I would have ordered you to go harder if you did any less. I wanted it rough and you delivered... I'll grow much more tolerant."
"Wait- you want to... again?"
"Yes. Most definitely yes. A thousand times yes." Bubba said as they managed his shirt and coat on. The vampire wrapped the prince in a heavy blanket for extra warmth. Marshall threw on his own heavy coat and put a red scarf around Bubba's neck, then lifted him off the bed, cradling him. He sighed as he put up the hood and flew out towards the castle, very unsure about all this. It was unbelievably cold outside, and a large snowstorm was brewing. The wind was so painful that it forced water out of Marshall's eyes and burned his cheeks. Bubba looked to Marshall, eyes filled to the brim with love. Marshall was the prince charming Bubba had been dreaming about; the vampire would do absolutely anything for him. "I love you Marshall Lee," he said gently as they arrived to the castle.
"I love you too, Bubs." Marshall said as he landed on the balcony and opened the doors. He stepped inside and dropped to his feet, closing the doors behind him. Marshall lied Bubba on the bed then unwrapped him.
"Could you please go get Peppermint? I would very much appreciate it."
"Yes. Relax." He said with a slightly irritated and worried tone as he went out and called for her. After about five minutes he found her in the kitchen, mixing up stuff that looked like milk. He frowned, but as politely as he could said, "Peppermint Maid? Uh, Bubba's back, and... uh, he's in his bed, and told me to come get you."
"Oh!" She jumps, startled. "Gosh, Marshall. You really 'ought to find some manners and knock. He's in the bedroom is he? You can wait here. Help yourself to what you want." She took the bowl and left, headed to the upstairs bedroom to help Bubba.
"You 'ought to find some manners!" He said to himself, mocking her. He then opened the pantry and sighed, not hungry. He'd be full for a week after the satisfying meal of blood he had earlier. After searching for a solid five minutes, he found an old bottle of wine. He took swigs straight from the bottle, kicking back. The vampire only took a few drinks, mostly because he was afraid of the possible outcomes of Bubba's plan. He needed to calm his nerves. About an hour later Peppermint returned with an empty bowl and a confused, relieved, yet conflicted look on her face. She walked in to see Marshall, levitating, feet propped on the counter with the bottle in hand. She made a face of disbelief and agitation.
"Marshall Lee, Prince Gumball has requested your presence." He perked up at her words and smiled, bat-like ears twitching a bit. She blushed and shifted, continuing, "He's in his bath, relaxing. Please don't jumble him up."
"Alright, alright." Marshall waved his hand dismissively as he exited and floated to the bedroom rather quickly, curious. He was very calm as he knocked on the door, taking Peppermint Maid's advice.
"Marshall?" Bubba's voice called, much stronger and back to its regular warm tone.
"Yes, its me. May I-"
"Please do, Marshall. Please do." He urged, and Marshall opened the door and closed it behind him. He found Bubba to be lying back in a large jet tub with hot steamy water and bubbles, eyes open and bright. Marshall smiled and floated over, noticing that his neck was wrapped and that he seemed much better than he did an hour ago. He smiled and extended his hand, which the vampire took graciously.
"So what happened, Gumball? What did she say?" Marshall asked as he got to the prince's eye level. He puckered his lips and the vampire kissed him, tentatively. "What did she say...?"
"I told her what happened. Lying isn't my thing. She was oddly calm, like she was expecting it. Or partially expecting it. I suspect she knew my sexuality but didn't want to hurt my feelings before. Now that I've told her, I've confirmed her suspicions. She was rather shocked you were my partner of choice though." He says softly, smiling innocently. Marshall let out a long slow breath of relief, rubbing his face with both hands.
"I don't seem to be the type do I? I never was before... Its so sudden, I can't even explain what's going on in my head. Its been girl after girl; I swore that I felt something between every single one. Then I meet you and its an entirely different feeling..."
"It isn't just that. It's how unalike we are. I always swore I'd hate you for the duration of my life and that you were an annoying jerk and that we'd be mortal enemies forever... I really did, but I've since obviously changed my mind. You can get on my nerves real easy, but I love you. I'm certainly not a woman, my king. We are certainly not quite normal. I'm a man, yes, but that doesn't make the love I feel for you any less strong or real. In fact, I think our situation strengthens our bond." He says softly, striking a chord in Marshall, who leans in and kisses him again. No one ever respected him like Bubba did. He always felt prestigious and important with him. It was the very first time a being from the surface world called him a king in a respecting way to his face.
Bubba took his hand to Marshall's cheek and kissed back, happy and content with the world. Marshall stroked under Bubba's chin, who shivered thoroughly and grinned, feeling extra special. They made each other feel good, and that was all that mattered. Marshall blushed a bit as he glanced into the soapy watered, and wondered aloud "How's your bottom?"
"Better actually. The bath helps soothe the pain..." He smiled, his crown rested on the side table. Marshall picked it up and observed it curiously for a moment.
"Your neck?"
"Sore, I'll admit. To describe it in the best way, imagine being punched in the neck very hard with two one-inch spikes on the knuckles that have been heated in a fire." He grinned. "I do very much enjoy your vampire hickies though."
"My... bites, you mean?" He looked up and blushed, setting the crown back.
"Yes, your bites. Your vampire hickies. It was incredibly sexy, the way you lost all sense of control and just bit me. At first I was frightened, but I could feel the way you responded and it was so cool... I suddenly felt really nice, and was paralyzed with a warm fuzzy feeling, not to mention what was already going on in the down low. I want to do it again." He said happily. Marshall nodded, rubbing the back of his head with a bashful smile, flustered.
"Alright Gummy." Marshall said back as he kissed the prince's forehead. "I think I'm going to go home before the snow storm. I love you Prince Gumball."
"Oh, alright. I understand. I love you too, King Abadeer. Be safe." Marshall pecked him one more time and slipped out of the bathroom, then the bedroom, heading to his cave.