Just a Bit Sweeter

Nurse Marshall

"Marshall!" Gumball cried as he woke, shooting up in a panic. He was tense, beads of sweat collecting on his forehead, as he felt his eyes water. He had dreamed about Flame Prince... his grabbing hands abusing his body in such a disgusting way, all he wanted now was his king. Marshall's eyes shot open as he reached to hold Gumball, resulting in him wriggling out of his grip. "Bubba, it's me..." He mumbled, slowly placing a hand on his shoulder and feeling it flinch. "Right..." He mumbled, leaning back on him. "What happened, what did you dream." Marshall asked, wrapping his arms around his prince's stomach, it was tense. "I was... just running from an experiment gone wrong." He lied, hoping Marshall wouldn't notice, but he didn't know truth from lie at this point. "Oh, and... you were scared of the thing?" He asked, sitting Gumball between his legs as he rested his chin on his shoulder. "Yes, the thing." The prince nodded, leaning back in Marshall's arms. He closed his eyes, swaying slightly with him for a moment in gentle silence.

"Gumball! Are you finally over that oaf?" Pepper's shrill voice called from outside the door. "I have a line of suitors who are dying to meet you, you know!" Marshall glanced at him, confused. "She's been trying to get me do see women lately... don't you worry, Marshall, I love you..." He whispered, smiling. "My prince, I'm coming in!" Pepper said. Before she could open the door, Marshall had pressed his lips to Gumball's with a smirk. The prince was tense, but the fact he wasn't burning gave him relief as he kissed him back, eyes closing. The candy maid walked in and saw the two, she almost fainted. Pepper loved Gumball, she tolerated Marshall, but she had no choice but to accept the two together, it made the prince so happy to be with him. "Ahem..." She mumbled, looking down. Marshall pulled away with a sly grin on his face, and wrapped his arms around Gumball again. "Pepper, didn't hear you come in." He grinned, cheek to cheek with his prince. "Yes, of course Master Marshall." She said, disapprovingly. But she couldn't help but feel happy that the two were back together again. "Shall I bring up two servings of breakfast, then?" She asked Gumball, fixing her apron. He nodded, closing his eyes again, still tired. "Sleep if you need, Bubba..." He whispered, leaning back with him, and pulled the comforter over their bodies.

It was almost an hour later that Pepper brought up the two breakfasts, plates with food piled on. She figured, since Marshall was here, Gumball would eat. "Wake up, Gum..." He mumbled, nibbling on his cheek. The prince mumbled, slowly opening one eye to look at him. "What... Why'd you wake me?" He asked, then smelled the food. Pepper shot Marshall a glance and he turned to pick up the fork. "Eat?" He asked, holding a bite of breakfast sausage in front of Gumball's mouth. He wasn't really hungry, but he ate only for Marshall.

Soon enough, both plates were empty and the two men were full. Marshall pecked his lover's lips with a smile then stood up. "Wh-Where are you going." Gumball asked, looking up at him. Marshall shrugged, leaning on the wall. "I think I left my bass at mom's, I'm gonna just pop home for a check." He explained. "Why, do you need me to stay?" I can't tell him about Flame Prince... Gumball thought as he looked at his lap. "N-No... but I would love to spend some time with you, so when you get home..." The king nodded with a smile and kissed his cheek. "Of course, I'll head right over."

The trip to his home, the Nightosphere, back, and to Gumabll's was quick... but not quick enough.

"I have to say, baby, you put on quite a show..." Flame Prince said, grinning. "Nothing I've ever felt with any old girl, it's nice... I bet that's the only reason Marshall dates you." Gumball shook his head frantically, he had fallen on the floor. "Ma-Marshall loves me! Marshall! Marshall!" He yelled, curling up. Flame prince stepped on his head, forcing him down. "Woah there, fairy boy, don't go crying to your so called boyfriend..." He sneered, kicking him away. "You're going to be a good boy and not tell..." Flame turned to leave, grinning. Why does he do this... He thought, crawling to the washroom. Flame Prince hates gays, he hates me. Gumball couldn't even make it to the toilet before he began to throw up. The things Flame forced him to do...