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Several hours later.

Prince Gumball did not seem to be very good at staying angry with the vampire King. When he got up the courage to dismount his horse and advance the castle door, he found it open and worried had filled his heart again.

Winter had started out with heavy snow a few weeks ago, and since then it has been nothing but cold air in his lungs.

Inside he found Marshall lying on the ground with splotches of red coming out through his bandages.

He felt under qualified for the emotions and the situation, but still the Prince stepped forward and called out for the hundredth time it felt, for "Marshall?"

The beast on the ground stirred, and surprised him by rearing up and shifting into a sitting position.

"How-how are you?" The Prince brought himself down to his knees and looked intensely at Marshall, whose eyes were half closed.

And for a while he did not speak, he just looked curiously at the prince as he inched closer.

"Do you know how much you scared me Marshall?" The Prince asked, now less then a foot away from the pale vampire. "Why did you leave?"

"I didn't wanna cramp your style." The vampire tried to smile, but only coughed.

The Prince coaxed his heart to stop pounding, "you should have just stayed until you were better."

Marshall knitted his brown and looked down at his floor, "I just need to feed."

The Prince knew it was not something the King brought up much. "Well don't you just need something red?" The Prince knew that down the mountain was a garden full of red flowers and roses, "I could go down the mountain and-"

"No!" Marshall reached out and grabbed the Princes shoulders. "It's not…" Marshalls words fell of his tongue and rotted. He could feel his heart beat slowing and the rushing pounds of the prince's blood through his hand. Quickly Marshall pulled away and bit down on one of his fingers.

"What is it?" Gumball asked concerned.

"I need the real thing, blood." The Kings' eyes glowed in the setting suns light, his breath coming in in choppy gulps.

"Ohoo." The Prince did not step away, or look away. He stood as bravely as he could, and began pulling down the zipper on his heavy red coat.

"W-what are you doing?" Marshall began backing up as the smell of the sweet Prince drifted out through his open jacket. His body still weak, he could not stop himself from shuddering as he watched the Prince roll up his shirt sleeve.

"I'm going to help you Marshall," the Prince drew closer to the man on the floor, pale and covered in sweat, teeth dancing in the nightlight.

On the floor Marshall felt his teeth growing and his palms sweat, the Prince drew closer and soon his soft gummy flesh was resting on his shoulder filling his body with want.

"Please, let me help you."

In front of Marshalls face a soft pink arm dangled, warm, pulsating. Alive.

Marshall felt his eyes flash red as he lunged forward, pushing Gumball down onto the ground, castle floor digging into his knees. Gumball should have left when he had the chance, there would be no more chances.

Pinning down the Prince with his arms and legs the vampire king breathed in a huge gulp of sugary sweet air, gripping his hands tightly around the wrists of the Prince.

He was going to be delicious.

He could feel the Prince kicking and shouting below him, but it was too late, below him the warm thing screamed as his face came down between his shoulder, licking his nape lightly just one time before sinking his teeth in.

Sweetness and cherry pie filled his mouth, warm and wet the King moaned and sucked greedily, pressing his body down on the Prince.

Below him the Prince moaned loudly, yanking at his wrists as the body came down on him. He could see stars drifting into the corners of his sight, and the body above him became tremendously hot.

Soon the pain became a tentative pleasure that ambled down his body, lighting his hair up and exciting his universes.

The King lay his entire body over the blushing Prince, pushing his hips down and up into the other man pelvis with fervor.

"Marshall…" The Princes words drifted off as the stars grew too bright and unconsciousness started to call to from somewhere close.

Stopping was something Marshall was surprised to find himself doing. He could feel the entity beneath him fading, growing smaller in the sky, drifting; and with a loud roar that shook the castle he pulled away and crashed to the floor.

Grasping for breath and floor Marshall pulled himself up and over the Prince, inspecting his features. Below him the Prince's eyes fluttered open, and his tongue dipped out and licked his lips and Marshall breathed a great sigh of relief.

Clattering to the floor again beside the Prince, Marshall spoke. "You, should not have done that, man."

This time the prince was the one who said nothing, just stared dazed at the ceiling, feeling his body stir. He had felt so close, closer to anything he'd ever felt before, and he was not even sure what that meant.

Marshall was still breathing heavily, the sweet taste of the Prince still lingering in his mouth, he was never going to be able to forget this taste. He hoped that he had not hurt Gumball too bad, he had been the King of vampires for a century now and he was well practiced but sometimes he still lost control.

He ran his eyes over the dozing Prince, watching him watch the world. He had tasted so much goodness in the Prince, hot heavy juices that yearned to be free. Within the Prince was a liveliness that the King would never have known existed.

It excited him.

"Prince?"

This time the Princes head turned to face him, and instead of anger or fear all Marshall could see was confusion. A face that wanted to ask questions.

"Why…" The Prince began and then paused. His voice sounded like it was coming from a strange place, and the cold beneath him suddenly began to sting. "What happened?" Was the all he could conceive to ask.

Hunching over Marshall he pulled the Prince into his arms.

"You saved me." In his arms the Prince looked onto him with curious eyes before drifting off to sleep.

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