In-Grave-ing Your Name On My Heart

Chapter 9

"Then stay with me..." Gumball whispered.

"I will, Gumball. I promise... How can I prove it to you?"

"Show me," Gumball said softly, grabbing Marshall's shirt and pulling him close.

Their lips crashed into each other and Marshall gasped, not knowing this side of Gumball.

"I need you too," Gumball whispered, pushing Marshall against the door. "All of you," He said, his eyes looking him up and down.

Marshall groaned and picked Gumball up, his legs securely wrapping around Marshall's waist. Their lips melted together, needy for one another's touch.

Marshall fumbled with the door handle til it opened, slammed it, and pushed Gumball hard against the wooden door.

"Mmf," Gumball sighed, parting their kiss.

"Yeah?" Marshall breathed, pressing a light kiss to Gumball's lips.

Gumball unwrapped his legs from Marshall's waist, "I feel kind of weird..."

Marshall set Gumball down and backed up a couple steps, "I- I know... I'm sure you do... I'm really sorry, maybe we should take this sl-"

Gumball took the upperhand, pushing Marshall instead against the door, his hands gliding under Marshall's shirt and onto his cool skin.

Marshall moaned, this Gumball was new territory to him, he was just so different...

Gumball bit Marshall's bottom lip and loosened his belt, unbuttoning his jeans with ease.

Their lips parted as they both kicked off their shoes, Marshall going for Gumball's jeans as well.

Gumball grabbed Marshall's wrists and held them up against the door, Marshall whining in protest.

He teased him, bringing his parted lips close to Marshall's as if he was going to kiss him, but backing away just in time to leave Marshall begging again.

Finally, Gumball pressed his lips softly to Marshall's, his lips trembling after so much teasing.

Marshall looked into Gumball's eyes, pleading him to release his hands from his grasp. However, Gumball was persistent: every time Marshall would get his arms even a degree off the door, Gumball would smash them back, Marshall grunting in annoyance each time. Gumball smirked as Marshall grinded slowly against his thigh, groaning in pleasure.

"Gumball... please..." He begged, "Please... I can't stand it.."

Gumball smirked and finally released his wrists, "I just wanted to hear you beg for me," He winked.

Marshall grabbed the back of Gumball's neck and crashed his lips into his.

"We need to take this into the kitchen, I need the counter space," Marshall breathed, looking possessively into Gumball's eyes.

He picked Gumball up and wrapped his legs around his waist, setting him gently down on the counter.

"You wanted to hear me beg? Well, now you're gonna plead for me, Gummie-butt," Marshall husked, pulling off Gumball's shirt.

He kissed him softly, sucking on his bottom lip as he ran his fingertips lightly around the elastic of Gumball's jeans.

Gumball sighed in annoyance, "You're such a butt."

"What was that?" He smirked, unbuttoning Gumball's ripped jeans.

"G-Gumball... You aren't wearing boxers?" He chuckled, pushing Gumball's jeans down for easier access.

"Ah, Marshall..." Gumball moaned, Marshall rubbing his inner thigh.

"Yeah? What do you want, Gummie?" Marshall teased.

"Mmf... Marshall... Don't tease me..."

"I thought you always said teasing was the best part?" He responded huskily.

Marshall kissed down Gumball's neck, down his stomach, all the way to his inner thigh, causing Gumball to arch his back.

"What do you want, baby? You have to tell me..." Marshall mused, licking his upper thigh. Gumball moaned, "Marshall, p-please... Don't make me ask..."

Marshall stood, "Well if you don't want anything, I guess I'll just go..." He smirked and started walking back into the living room.

"Wait," Gumball pouted, grabbing Marshall's arm. He blushed, "I-I want you to touch me..."

Gumball looked down, embarrassed, "Please don't make me tell you how or where, I don't think my face can get any redder."

Marshall smiled, pushing Gumball back against the counter before kissing him, stroking him gently as he did so.

Gumball bucked his hips into Marshall, "F-faster... This is too slow..."

Marshall grinned devilishly and slowed his pace further. Gumball bit his bottom lip to keep from groaning in protest and instead threw his head back, gasping to keep his breath.

Marshall watched him arch as his legs gave out under him, unable to take the pleasure he was receiving.

"M-mar... p-plea... I'm gonna... mnf... ah.. Marshall... too... slow... ahh..."

Marshall slid to his knees, switching his hand for his mouth, teasing him softly with his fangs as he brought Gumball to his climax.

Gumball collapsed against Marshall, too tired to hold himself up.

"Mnn... Marshall..." He mumbled, clinging softly to him.

"I'll take you home, Gummie, but you have to let me get your pants on." He chuckled, redressing Gumball.

He picked him up bridal style as he switched to bat form, taking his sleepy companion back home.