The Party (GumLee)

3; Taboo

♥Gumball's POV♥

The stair case was darker than usual, except for a few blue, red, and green Christmas lights that lined the wall in a wave. I climbed the steps carefully, trying not to trip. The lights ended at the top and I went through the door to the upper living room.

No one was here. The living room was empty except for the beautiful decorative lights that hung from the ceiling. In the corner of the room stood a large, decorated Christmas tree with what seemed like fifty presents under it. I face palmed and sighed. I've been so busy with my lab work that I forgot to buy gifts for all of my dearest friends. I sometimes wonder why they don't think less of me..

I searched for Fionna. Though, there was not a sign of her or anyone else in the room with me. I decided to stand and wait for her, crossing my arms. The room's lights shone along the smooth, hardwood floor which created a beautiful reflection throughout the room. My gaze was fixed along the view until there was a huge breeze of wind that swept through the air and a large thump that echoed through the silence. Slowly, I turned my gaze towards the window.

Marshall stood before me in the moonlight. He wore a red Christmas hat that matched perfectly with his green flannel. He held a large, dark blue bag over his shoulder. In curiosity, I began to step towards him. "Bubba.. wait." He mumbled. Surprisingly, I obeyed, stopping in my tracks.

He sat the bag over in the corner with the rest of the gifts and made his way to the staircase door, shutting it and locking it with the small, golden latch. It felt as if he were locking us in to the room and the party out. He dropped to his feet and walked calmly over to me. I flushed lightly, unsure of how to react. "M-Marshall.." I whispered, "w-what are you-"

He didn't hesitate to come close to me. I could feel his breathing. Heavy, steady, warm. I wasn't uncomfortable having him so close. If it were someone else, I would of moved away or gave them some sort of sign that they were in my personal space. Though - having him so close made me happy some how. I wanted to reach out for him. To embrace his body against my own. Instead, I tried to fight the urge and my burning cheeks as I watched him reach in to his pocket and pull out a tiny box decorated in purple and red Christmas paper. It was topped with a beautifully done bow along with a tag that read "To: Gumball; From: Marshall."

Hesitating to open it, my gaze left from the box and met his. His lively, demon eyes were burning in to mine. The connection between our eyes was too overwhelming. I looked away and took the box from his hands. He smiled and gave me a goofy grin which revealed his canines. I laughed a little. Nervously, I used my index finger and thumb to undo the ribbon along with the wrapper. The box was small, black, and plain. I questioned it and looked up at him. He urged me to open the box. Doing so, I removed the top to find a folded up note.

"Marshall, Is this some type of sick jo-", he huffed and interrupted me. "Just open it! Stop being such a gum-wad!"

I gasped at the name and angrily took the note out of the box. I threw the box tot he floor, not taking my eyes off of him. Marshall's eyes watched as the box landed between us and his smile faded. "Oh."He muttered.

I gave him an angry nod as a torment while opening the sheet of paper. It read:

"Gumball,

I wasn't exactly sure how to put this in to words. So, I wrote a this instead. This isn't the only thing you'll be getting for Christmas, I promise. But, I figured the most important thing to do was to say the meaningful part first, then maybe show action? I wanted to tell you how I felt, and that I've felt this way for a long time.. Pretty much ever since we broke up.. I have always been curious to see if you felt the same again.. I really.. really like you.. I miss how we used to be. How we held each other. Even is if we had our doubts at times and argued.. I've always had this connection with you that I couldn't understand. And still don't. I'm sorry if this is sudden. I just wanted to tell you tonight because, it felt like it was finally the time.. I miss us, Gummy.

Marshall Lee~"

As I read the note, tears filled my eyes. I could feel the regret creeping in to me from throwing the box down carelessly. I could feel as the sugary tears began to run down my cheeks, and as I finished reading it, my hands seemed to go numb. The letter fell from them, landing beside the box on the ground.I looked up at the emotionless vampire in front of me. His eyes said so many things, yet his face said nothing.

Marshall sighed and took off his hat, throwing it to the side. His pointy ears poked through his black messy hair. He picked up both the note, wrapping paper, and the box while placing them all back together. "I'm ..sorry, Bubba.." His voice cracked as my name slipped from his lips. Marshall began to turn around and head towards the window, his feet lifting slowly from the ground. I can't just sit here and watch him leave!.. I felt myself ripping apart. I didn't mean to do this to him. He just.. admitted his feelings for me were still there ..and I-.. "Marshall!, wait!" He stopped as I called for him while stumbling quickly over to where he hovered. He was almost out of the window.

The moon' was so lively. It's glorious light danced upon our skins. It was unusually bright, making it hard to see his face. I quickly took his hand and attempted to pull him from the air in hopes to meet with him eye to eye. Maybe he could see the serious in mine if I just spoke up... Surprisingly, it worked. He slowly lowered himself to the floor, turning to me. There was silence and he wouldn't look at me. 'Marshall..' A desire burned inside of me. I felt the tears coming again. I didn't mean to do this..I didn't know..

Marshall continued not to look at me. He came closer and pulled me in to his chest while wrapping his arms around my torso. I didn't fight him. I was too shocked. I loved the Vampire King. I did indeed.. feel for him the way he did me. The way I did oh so long ago..We were taboo. Good and evil. A dark love story. So cliche..

♥Marshall Lee's POV♥

It was silent between us. I tried not to change that. In this moment, the silence draped the pathetic room more than enough to help me express my feelings to him. I held him tight, shaking. I was sobbing. I didn't understand why, but he had this impact on me. He made me feel so vulnerable. My heart was beating uncontrollably. I pulled him closer and nuzzled my face in to his hair happily. My once dead heart was beating for him..

The fear of losing him again haunted me constantly. I was so scared.. "Bubba.. " I felt myself begin to cry again. The last time that I admitted feelings for the person I felt for, a lot happened, and they drove themselves in to the grave. It wasn't really expected for Gumball to do the same. Though, I said that with her too, and she was gone a few days after.

I didn't care if we were taboo or judged by others for being gay. We would always be different in other people's eyes. The good and the evil. The Candy Prince and The Vampire King. We sounded like something from a child's storybook. It wouldn't be accepted in Aaa nor his kingdom. But who cared? It could work. He could change that here. Us being one. I had high hopes of it and.. I wanted him. I wanted to give him everything. To care for him. To love him in ways he nor I would ever understand. I wanted him to love me too.

I backed off of him, noticing that I was smothering the poor, pink prince. I apologized the best that I could and gave him a soft smile. His purple eyes were full of so many unreadable things. The only emotions that were readable was curiosity and hope. All that mattered is that he felt the same. He didn't have to tell me. He showed me. I loved him, and as the wind picked up and blew his pink bangs away from his face; I took the opportunity to slip my hand beneath his chin and pull his face to mine. Smashing our lips together.

Our lips moved in sync. The taste of bubblegum overwhelmed my taste buds to the point where I drooled heavily and tried to hold back the urge to push him away and take full control. I wanted to love him, yeah, but not forcefully take him. I wanted him to give himself to me when he was ready. He was so sweet, inside and out. I could barely control myself. My heart fluttered as he placed his hands on my cheeks, caressing them with love. He parted away from me just enough to reply "I love you too."

I knew that what we have always had was special, that's all that mattered now. He kissed me back sweetly, just as deep while holding me tight.

I've been with many people. Drooled over by fan girls, women, and even men. Though, I've never really acknowledged the true meaning of love until I was with him. The man that I had come to love .. the man that new me too well.. and loved me returned the old feelings that once burned between us like a fire.

And honestly,

I never wanted it to end.