Marshall lee X Prince bubblegum

Chapter Fifteen

"O-okay, I'll start with my past." Bubba began, eyes watery and rimmed with fear. He kept hidden in Marshall's chest quietly, taking a shaky breath. The vampire rubbed his back smoothly, waiting very patiently for him find his words and tell his story. Gumball had such trouble with this. He didn't know where to begin, and it was a lot to suddenly throw on Marshall all at once, especially now that he lost the memory of their relationship and Bubba himself. Deep down though, he knew Marshall was familiar with him, and loved him. After at least twenty minutes, Marshall calmly suggested a different topic.

"Why don't we start with why the heck I don't remember you, then work our way into the deep stuff. Does that sound okay?" The vampire was a totally different person when he was with Bubba. He was so calm and nice and patient, coaxing him through gentle persuasion. Any other person, and Marshall would just be a typical pain in the rear end.

"Oh, yes. Yes, that would be easier. Thank you for relieving the pressure off me." He mentioned appreciatively. Marshall nodded and smiled, his fangs showing a bit.

"Don't mention it. I am your forbidden lover..." He chuckles. Bubba nods and gives Marshall the entire recap of the day's events. It was just turning seven o'clock on the same day of the wedding, even though it felt like weeks ago to the prince. He gave a long description of the ceremony, what had happened after Marshall left, and what Marshall had done to himself. Bubba described how he and Fionna and Cake and Monochromicorn risked themselves to save him, how Bubba beat Death in a risky bet over a chess game, and how Cake slapped him in the face to motivate him to get on with his life. Marshall listened intently, eyes squinted slightly, as he tried very hard to remember this. He didn't doubt Bubba's story at all- after all, he only told the truth. After Bubba gave the spiel, Marshall kissed him gently. "I am all caught up now. Thank you."

"You don't have any questions? You aren't mad at me?"

"No, kid. Relax. I'm here to listen and be your rock. I want to get to know you on a deeper level than we were before."

"Y-yes, of course!" Bubba nodded quickly and kissed Marshall on his forehead. "What I am going to say may disturb you. You'll be the first person to know besides Pepper, myself, and the Candy King before me."

"Alright. I'll keep your secret safe. No need to worry." He blushed, feeling very important to be trusted with such classified information. "I'll keep you safe." He said with a definite promise. Bubba nodded and leaned on Marshall, relaxing his mind and body, embracing Marshall's presence before he began.

"I am not a natural born being. I was made in a laboratory by the Candy King to be his genius and clever creation that would rule the Kingdom after his passing. I am one hundred percent a project, created with sperm from a once living human man and the egg of a candy woman. I don't think either of them are still alive. He put them together and grew me." Bubba shivered very hard, disgusted by the thought of it. "As I became bigger in his womb simulator, he operated and rewired my brain to give me the power of intelligence, photographic memory, and so on. He prioritized my thoughts, feelings, emotions, behaviors, sexuality, likes, dislikes, and opinions all before I was even born. Obviously he made a mistake, because I was supposed to be wired to be attracted to women, but I am attracted to men. I am not my own true self. I am someone else's blueprints and planning brought to life. I am not my own person. I feel- I am- essentially, just a robot." Bubba wasn't crying yet, and didn't seem fearful or upset at all. More angry than anything else. Marshall stoked the back of his head softly, easing his pain a bit.

"I'm still listening. Be strong..." Marshall whispered softly, and Bubba relaxed a moment more before speaking up once more.

"Pepper raised me, but I believe growing up has been the hardest part. For many obvious reasons, candy DNA and human DNA don't really mix that well. The King did a decent job for how hard it is, but there were so many flaws. As a child I had to be stretched out in order to grow. Candy bones don't do so on their own. It hurt so bad to be stretched out every two months. That doesn't affect me as badly now, but I still have to be stretched until I turn 22. The flaw that affects me the most today as it did then was my digestion. All my organs are a mix of candy and human flesh. I can eat little bits of food every now and then, but if I do that, I risk a belly ache. I thrive off the nutrition Pepper gives to me intravenously once a day at around lunch time. It's a clear white liquid chopped full of all the stuff I need to live. Vitamins and proteins and all that good stuff. I have never eaten a full meal of anything. It could kill me." He says sadly, eyes closed as he just sat back and let it out. Marshall was crying now, tears sliding down his cheeks one after another. He was silent though. He didn't want to make Bubba upset because he was. This poor kid didn't deserve any of the shit he had to deal with.

"I'm so sorry Bubba. You have such a brave heart."

"Thank you Marshall. As I was growing up, the King never paid much attention to me. Only to snap if I didn't answer a math question correctly or if I misspelled a word. He would hit me for being a dumb kid. 'I designed you to be smart, not stupid,' he'd say. Pepper couldn't stop him, because if she did she'd have been fired, and I would have been totally alone. He died before I turned five. As I grew and attended school I was miserable, being so feminine because of the color of my skin and the clothing I wore. I was a little out of proportion after being stretched so often. I was bullied relentlessly. I was always in pain and someone would rip on me for a limp. Oh Marshall, not one person left me alone in school. They either wanted me to do their homework or to bully me. I had no friends..." His voice trailed off. "At about fourteen I began to experience hormones and neediness. No girls were appealing though. I often found myself thinking about falling in love with a prince charming who could take all my pain away." Marshall squeezed Gumball's hand, reminding him he was still there, and that it was okay. "I felt though that I was beginning to believe all the mean things they told me. That I was a girly boy who wanted a boyfriend. As much as I hated to admit it, it was true. I wanted a boyfriend so badly. No one in my entire school was gay, and no one I had ever met was either until I met you. You hid it so well at first that I couldn't tell." Marshall blushed. He really didn't know that he was gay himself until an hour or so ago.

"Oh, Bubba..." Marshall wiped his own eyes, but Bubba wasn't finished yet. He kissed under Marshall's jaw simply and sighed.

"I was sure that I was going to be lonely my entire life. I knew I'd have a lovely wife and she would be wonderful, but I would never truly love her."

"What were you going to do about an heir?"

"Just... have one." Bubba blushed deeply and Marshall did the same. "Women's bodies aren't really attractive to me, and having sex with a girl doesn't sound good at all, but I would have just sucked it up and done it. People would get worried if I had no child, so..." He shrugged sadly, but was immensely relieved that it hadn't turned out that way.

"Oh." Marshall blushed softly.

"One time I practiced kissing for the perfect guy on my pillow." Bubba said suddenly, telling a random and sweet secret little secret, lightening the mood. Marshall chuckled.

"Oh yeah? You naughty boy..." He kissed his head and temple. "I've done worse things to pillows..."

"Oh glob... Like...?"

"Yeah. I was a lonely lonely guy for a long time. I eventually got a girlfriend but she wasn't... wasn't really my type. We never did it. I liked her a little at first, but I knew my heart wasn't in it, and she ended up being a horrible sicko. That was... a dark time in my life." He said with a soft chuckle. Bubba hugged him around the neck.

"That's alright big guy. Everybody has them. Everyone makes mistakes and gets in a sour situation." He smiled and cuddled up to Marshall. "Luckily I have you now, and we'll make this relationship go smooth and well. As scary as it is, we'll go public, and just hope they accept us. If they don't, then..."

"We'll figure that out when we get there, alright?"

"Alright." He relaxes into Marshall, feeling like the weight of the universe was off his shoulders. That secret was so hard to keep to himself. Now that someone else knew, it wasn't half as bad. "It's your turn to tell me about you, if you want. I'm a lot better now. Thank you for listening and being my rock."

"No problem kid. Now... where do I begin?" Maybe I should start like this..

To be Continued...