I'm Just Your Problem (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 18: Myself Again

••• King Gumball •••

The kiss was slow and passionate, his lips were different. It sounds crazy, but there was just something different about Marshall than last night. It's like he's being gentler, and I like it and all; but I prefer rough and raunchy. "Marshall, what's wrong?" his mouth went to my collarbone and his damp tongue ran across my heated skin. The vampire gnawed at my pulsing flesh, ignoring my question. I managed to pry him off me. His eyes we darker than they were before, his hair was unmade and his scent; he smelled different. This wasn't my Marshall. "You aren't Marshall. What did you do?" I backed into the corner from my realization, the attempted escape only made me feel more helpless in the long run. "Gummy, I just- it's hard to explain. I had a lot on my mind a few days ago and I've thought about it a lot and it's just changed me." His ear twitched, a sure sign he was fibbing. "Mhmm, and tell me, what would I name a baby boy if I had the chance to have one?" his eyes widened at my question, instantly telling me he was unprepared. "Wait, you mean you want children?" His tone was ominous, as if my question fir truth threw him off. Like a déjà vu moment, he knows something. "Ha! I knew it! You're hiding something from me, and from what I can tell, its big." His face grew frightened. I know Marshall. He's had a troubled past, hell we both have; but I can tell this bad boy image is just an act. Deep down, he cares for a lot of things. After the awkward moment with Marshall, I began to feel some sort of instinct that I had to find what he was hiding. I knew it was big, and knowing Marshall it would be bad, most likely horrifying; but he isn't himself lately and I care about him. If something is bothering him, I want to help fix it. It wasn't until a few days later when I saw him again. He was dressed different, and it was that moment I knew that he wasn't Marshall anymore. His signature flannel was tied around his waist, revealing his black tee with a skull imprint he always wore underneath. His skinny jeans had been replaced with baggy pants and his ragged converse had become a pair of combat boots. His hair was combed over perfectly, not a single hair straying from the new hairstyle. He landed outside the palace and walked up the stairs. The wall between my window and the front door of the palace blocked me form seeing everything after that, until after a moment I saw his dark figure glide amongst the stars back toward the nightosphere.

••• Marshall Lee •••

'It is with a heavy heart that I write you this letter. As you know, I have made a terrible mistake, and it was even worse when I thought I fixed it. You don't remember anything of it, and I want it to stay that way. From this moment on, I'm removing myself from your life to make sure that you are eternally happy. I am returning to the nightosphere tonight after I have delivered this to the palace steps. I want you to know that I'll always love you, and I'll cherish the memories we've had. I don't want to leave you, but I'm not good for you. I only cause you trouble and pain. You've missed over a year of your life because of the shit I've put you through; and I want a better life for you, without me in it. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, and they say that if you love something, let it go. So fly away from me, as far as you can, and for yours and my sake; never turn back. Yours in eternity, Marshall Lee'Tears fell from my eyes as the pen scribbled the words that flowed from my mind onto the parchment. I didn't want to leave him, but I'm causing so much pain. It's best for him and everyone around me that I just do what I was born to do. I should've known I can't love anyone. I'm a bad omen to everything, and the more I love the more they get hurt. I laid the note in the crack of the palace door, confirming that it wouldn't drift away in the wind before I did so myself.

••• King Gumball •••

After Marshall left, I made some decisions. I turned to the darker side of life. I took up drinking and I became furious with everything. I began executing criminals for minor crimes, torturing those with major crimes. I went on a streak where I had a new girl sucking me every night, sometimes multiple girls. Peppermint maid had secretly taken my position as king, taking the reins of the kingdom in my dark times. It had been months since I had him in my arms, and the only thing that gave me that comforting feeling was this crystal substance. I had turned to doing pot at first, but then I got into heroine and even harder stuff. Now I was doing straight Crystal methamphetamine and heroine, followed by some pure cherry vodka. The blood vessels in my eyes throbbed and became bloodshot, and the relief came at last. The door creaked open and the brunette waltzed in, her clothing leaving nothing to the imagination. She form slid onto the bed and crawled up my body. She was being as seductive as possible, but we both knew I wasn't interested in her. I simply closed my eyes and let her have her way with me, imagining that it was all Marshall again, but I could never fool myself. Marshall's lips were always cold and his kiss was rough, nobody could make me feel like he could. Her screams gave me pleasure, like everyone else's. She struggled against the cold steel chains, her screams muffled by the bandanna around her mouth. I took my time deciding what I would have most pleasure doing next. My fingers grazed over her porcelain skin, now becoming red from my rough hands. I gripped the brown flogger, the strands of leather hung from the end. The ecstasy that came with each crack against her bruised skin was unimaginably pleasant. The exceptional high I got from my newfound hobby had grown quickly, and just a few chains and some leather wasn't cutting it anymore. I needed more; the craving was like this gnawing hunger. I had a desire to take this sensation higher than ever, I didn't know how, but I wanted it so badly.

••• Marshall Lee •••

Upon entering Aah, I instantly became depressed. I don't like being here, everything here reminds me of how selfish and stupid, and how much of a monster I am. I hurt everyone I ever loved and... it's just overwhelming to be back. The familiar smell of apples entranced me as I entered candy kingdom airspace, the familiar pink spot made me frown. I remember what I did, and I don't want to think about it. Honestly, I didn't know why I was here, I needed a place to think, and right now I think that this was the worst spot I could've picked. The longer you run from your problems, the more you're gonna suffer from them. They'll eat you up inside and it becomes everything to you. It's what makes you go crazy. It's the way the mind works. At the beginning, everything was fluffy and sugar coated, but now; it's all clear. You can never be free from your mind, there's always that one thing that causes so much pain, and some people have multiple things. The point is, everything has changed. Nothing is the way it was when it all started. Back when Gumball and I started dating in the first place, everything was cotton candy and sprinkles, but now... now it's a whole new ball game. So much has happened, from singing duets to killing my own children. I don't deserve him, or anyone. Everyone around me gets hurt so many times and it's gotten to the point where I can't take it anymore.

••• King Gumball •••

What the actual fuck does that little ass butt think, he can just come to the candy kingdom after a month and just not visit me? I saw him, I saw him collapse right in the middle of the street at two o'clock in the morning, and I heard his silent tears fall. I know he blames himself for everything wrong in the world, and part of it is, but it's not his fault. Life is full of twists and turns and ups and downs and loops the loops and a bunch of other stuff. Marshall, by nature, is a creature of jealousy and lust; he will do anything to protect the ones he loves but he also goes to great lengths to cause trouble. His jealous side is dangerous, if he thinks he's gonna loose something important to him, he goes all out in unnecessary measures to ensure there is no competition. It's not his fault that he is that way, he was born half demon, heir to the throne of hell, his mother tutored him in the dark ways; but he can't control all of that. He thinks that staying away from me is helping me be safe and a better person, but I'd rather walk through this life with him holding my hand, telling me it's going to be okay and us getting into trouble together than to walk this life alone, having a breakdown every five minutes having my dreams plagued with memories of us together. I've become a mess since he left me, and I need him back. I've never held onto something more than Marshall and its broken my breaking point. I've become a monster, and I need him to make me Myself Again.

THE END

A/N: Thank you all for reading this incredibly short story about two gay guys getting it on every five minutes! I've loved writing this story so much and it's been a great ride. 18 chapters of drama and unseen events has come to an end and I love it! I was planning on making another chapter and then the ending but it was all just really unneeded stuff and nothing interesting. I hope you've all enjoyed this story and if you all have, you all might be able to convince me to write a sequel or epilogue! Until then...

Yours In Eternity,

LifeLineMelody

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This story was completed on July 1st, 2015 at 1:18pm