A Night Full of Fright (Marshall Lee x Prince Gumball) (Boyxboy)

Chapter Two

~~PG's POV~~
I awoke early in the morning, trying to remember what happened that night. I heard small breaths coming from my right. When I turned towards the person, I saw that it was Marshall. He was sitting in a chair that was by the far corner. His plaid overshirt was laying on the top of the chair, so he was just wearing his white undershirt and jeans.  I tried to sit up, but the pain in my neck was keeping me from moving too much. I yelped when my stomach growled, thinking it was that man that kidnapped me. There was a shifting noise coming from where Marshall was, and I saw him rush to my side. He looked at me confused, and after a while, my stomach growled again. He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Seems like we both thought that was him." He sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. I nodded softly, but still felt the pain of the bite. I rubbed it and Marshall took notice, sliding over to me. He removed my hand and replaced it with his own, rubbing the bite like he did last night. I smiled and leaned back so that I was laying on my back. Marshall smirked and then chuckled softly. I looked at him, confused.

"Has the prince finally found pleasure in me?" He asked, laughing quite a lot. I blushed and shoved him away.

"S-Shut up." I mumbled, looking away. We sat in silence for a moment, causing the atmosphere in the room to become very awkward. After a few seconds, Marshall grabbed me and lifted me up, staring at me intensely. I blushed a lot more, however, Marshall didn't seem to care about that. He seemed to care a lot more on whatever he was thinking about. He continued staring at me for a while longer, but soon sighed and sat me back down on my bed.

I looked down at my lap, trying to find the meaning of what just happened. When I looked up, Marshall was sitting in the corner, looking quite depressed. Sighing, I stood and walked over to him. He looked up at me with a face filled with mixed emotions. One that I could see clear as day was fear. When I kneeled down in front of him and reached for his shoulder, he quickly pounced on me, causing me to squeak.

"M-Marshall? W-What are you d-doing?" I asked, earning no response from said person. He looked at my neck, directly where the bite marks are. Once I noticed this, I started to struggle more, fearing what he may do.

"I-I.... tasted it..." I heard Marshall mumble. I stopped struggling, now looking at what I could see of Marshall's face.

"...W-What?"

"W-when I w-was taking his b-blood, s-some of yours w-was m-mixed in... I-I tasted y-yours..." He continued. I tensed up, finally understanding his actions. He noticed how tense I was, and his eyes widened. He flew off of me and floated over to my bed, hiding under the covers. I sighed and closed my eyes, thinking of possible situations. After a few thoughts, I stood and warily walked over to Marshall.

"M-Marshall? Are you okay?" I whispered once I was right by my bed. When he gave no answer, I slowly crawled onto the bed towards him, sitting down on my legs once I reached him. He didn't move at all when I grabbed his shoulder, so I started to take the covers off of him. When he was uncovered, I saw that he was crying quite a lot. I took a deep breath, and pulled him into a tight hug. He continued to cry into my shoulder. I rubbed his back until he stopped crying, because when that happened, he started to lick the bite marks.

I moaned softly when he nibbled the marks. He continued to nibble them, however, after a few nibbles, he bit directly on the marks, causing me to gasp. I grabbed his hair when he began to suck, and pretty soon, I was laying back on the bed with Marshall on top, slowly draining my color.

"W-Wha... M-Marshall!?" I gasped when he took a big gulp. He sat up, wrapping his arms around my back. I pushed against his chest, trying to escape his fangs. Marshall slowly began retracting his fangs, as well as my body. Once I was completely released, I fell back onto the bed, covering my face with my hands. My breathing had become much faster than when I woke up, and when I looked at my 'skin', it was much paler. I'm pretty sure it was even more pale than when he drained me.

"I... I'm so sorry." Marshall whispered. I could hear the fear in his voice, along with something quietly hit the bed. I sat up, and saw that Marshall had his hands covering his eyes, and small tears were occasionally falling through. I didn't know what to say.

~A/N~

Hey guys!! Been a while, huh? Anyways, writers block. Its a pain. Hope y'all enjoyed this though. I just thought and wrote.