These Lover's Eyes (COMPLETED)

Chapter 9 - These Lover's Condemned!

The feels (;;o;;) I put a lot of heart into this chapter so I hope you enjoy c:

WARNING: Somewhat mature-ish

A bright light.

That's all Gumball could see as his doctor flashed a light against his eye feeling it burn and sting as he was forced to watch the white roof.

"Not good huh?" Gumball whispered clenching the examination table tightly so that his knuckles began turning white tinged with pink.

"No" the Doctor informed setting his utensils down and helping Gumball off the examination table setting his weathered hand against his back to support him. "Ocular cancer is difficult to treat there's nothing left to do, you won't suffer. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry for doing your job" Gumball croaked hoarsely gently pushing him out of the way as he dragged himself heavily out into the hallway towards the familiar figure of an awaiting Marshall who bundled him in his arms. No words were exchanged as Gumball allowed Marshall to take him to his crowded apartment to stay the night.

Gumball had never felt more like an intruder then he did that day.

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Marshall held Gumball in his bed gently caressing, legs tangled, blankets brushed aside and bunched against two pairs of feet as he talked upon Gumball's request not once stopping.

"...There was another guy there, blonde kid, looked like Fionna; think his name was Finn? Anyway, he and that hothead Flame were deep in conversation while I waited at the doorway never seen him that happy..." Marshall rambled on before he felt Gumball's warm fingers press against his lips gently.

"This could be the last time I see anything" the pink haired male whispered hoarsely closing his eyes with grief as fresh tears spilled from his beautiful abnormalities. Marshall swallowed his own grief as he cleaned off his lover's tears hating to see his proud and once happy Gumball so helpless and broken. "What do you want to see most in the world?" Marshall whispered softly scared that if he was any louder he would burst into tears "Name it and I will take you see it right now."

"You" Gumball murmured opening his soul-reflecting eyes only to be met with the blurred outline of the man in front of him "I want to see your face."

With that simple request Marshall gently lifted Gumball by his thin waist, placing him stretched out on top of his muscular body resting his hands against his cheeks gently afraid that he would slip from his fingers if he didn't before whispering; "focus." Gumball's indigo colored eyes flicked from his chest to Marshall's face his thick eyelashes brushing against his cheeks slightly as he did so trying to separate the blurred outlines of his lover's defining features. "I-I see you" Gumball gasped brokenly placing a shaky hand against Marshall's cheek as everything became the slightest bit clearer.

His eyes were green with a hint of hazel, they conveyed so much love and care for the man on top of him. His eyebrows thick and neatly placed the same color as his black hair sweeping across his forehead effortlessly. His nose short and stubby centered between his eyes and above his cracked lips each crack revealing his nervous habit of biting at them.

In the second his lover's face came to focus Gumball instantly fell in love with each feature.

Marshall took that moment to whisper "I love you" before drawing their lips together in a sweet and slow kiss which Gumball returned almost immediately.

One thing led to another and Gumball found himself beneath Marshall both their bodies exposed to each other. They used the whole night to appreciate each other's bodies, making sweet and slow love to each other.

Gumball could feel each slow gentle thrust, filling and completing him as Marshall brought their bodies as close as possible; feeling Marshall's heartbeat against the taut skin of his chest. He could hear each breathy moan and grunt falling from Marshall's slightly swollen lips, taste him against his own lips as Marshall swallowed down his cries and moans of pleasure. The smell of them against each other's exhausted bodies as they lay together sleep consuming their pleasured bodies.

And that is how he slept.

Marshall awoke the next morning to the feeling of Gumball's fingers against his chest and face ghosting over his eyes and lips. Grief stricken, Marshall turned over to face his lover, holding him to his chest, burying his face into Gumball's feathery pink hair as he sobbed like a child, shaking as he held him close.

Bubba Gumball could no longer see.

Marshall had never cried harder than that day.