Just a Bit Sweeter

Putting Out the Flame

It was seven in the morning by the time Marshall woken up, they had slept for more than twelve hours. "Gumball, wake up." He mumbled to his prince, shaking him gently. He frowned, not getting any reaction or response. "Wake up, sleepy head..." Marshall said, pressing his lips to Gumball's, and his eyes instantly shot open. "GET OFF OF ME!" He yelled, practically throwing Marshall across the room. "Gumball, what the fuck?!" He said, scrambling off the floor and bracing himself. "It's just me, damnit! What's up with you, lately!" Gumball sat up on the bed, breathing heavily, his eyes were wide. "M-Marshall, I'm sorry, I thought you... I'm sorry..." He said, catching his breath. "Please, don't go, I'm sorry..." He said, holding out his arms for him. Marshall looked at him, looking at his wide and scared eyes, and walked over to hug him. "Please, Gumball, just tell me what's going on..." The prince shook his head, pulling away. "I-I told you already, it was just a bad dream." He whispered, hoping Marshall would believe him. His lies were obvious, and Marshall could see them clear as day, but he nodded slowly and sat down with him. "Why did you wake me up, anyways..." Gumball mumbled, leaning back on the bed. "Gumball, you can't possibly still be tired." He said, eyes wide. "It's been over twelve hours, you can't sleep through the whole day." The prince rolled his eyes and pulled the covers over his head. "Watch me." He said, closing his eyes again. Marshall grinned, crawling under the sheets and pressing his lips to Gumball's unbelievably tense and unwilling to open, but he soon returned the kiss as his hands made their way to Marshall's non-flaming hair. They closed their eyes, letting one melt into the other as they shared the passionate kiss, mostly lead by Marshall. The pajama pants were so easy to pull down, Marshall's hands made their way and began to inch down-- "N-No, stop it!" Gumball ordered, pulling away from the kiss. Seeing his lover's face, alarmed and disappointed, he added "I'm not in the mood, tired and sore from some chores Pepper made me do..." Marshall nodded slowly, sitting up. "I get it, it's fine." He lied, just as easily as Gumball had. Honestly, in two weeks, Marshall needed some. "I'm sorry, maybe later." He suggested, leaning on him. The vampire sighed, sort of a sure, whatever, and closes his eyes. "Listen, Gumball, I think I'm gonna head home soon." Marshall said with a sigh, making Gumball's eyes widen. "I've overstayed my welcome." He stood up, stretched, and scratched his stomach like an oaf. "Wa-Wait, you can't go!" Gumball said, sitting up. Marshall grabbed his coat and kissed him for a brief second before saying "You seem better, I think the bug's worked it's way out." The prince reached out and grabbed his hand, desperate for him to stay, but it was no use. He had already used enough lies, anymore from this point would simply be unbelievable. "I'll drop by another time, okay?" Marshall promised, walking towards the door. "I swear, Bubba, I will." And that was the last he heard of Marshall for two horrible days.

Marshall had spent the entire time at home, eating instant noodles and dealing with his selfish desires without inconveniencing Gumball. It wasn't until he found a framed picture of the happy couple that he had never seen before in his life.

It was Gumball and him, smiling at a camera he had no memories of. Though, the background looked familiar... "The date." He whispered, looking at the image. Gumball had gotten their horrid waitress, Jillian, to take a picture of the two handsome men at their table. Their smiling faces almost seemed too distant now, even after just forty eight hours. Pressing his finger to his lips, then to the photograph, Marshall gathered his things to go. As soon as his black umbrella was held high above his head, the vampire set off into the sunlight to see his prince again.

He reaches the castle in under ten minutes, roses in hand that he had plucked (taken) himself. "Afternoon, Pepper." He nodded to the glaring maid as he walked up the stairs to Gumball's room, then paused outside his door.

"M-Marshall..." He heard his prince's muffled voice call. "Ma-Marshall!" Marshall raised an eyebrow, flicking his hair. Is that naughty prince doing what I think he's doing... He thought with a grin. But his train of thought was quickly broken by the next sentence he heard.