A/N: Some responses to a review or two…

vampireaddiction: A "quaff" is Prince Gumball's hairstyle. It means a different number of things, seeing how it's a slang term, but I use it in reference to his hair being thick in the front. Though, his hairstyle is better known as a "quiff" - Puffed up and slicked back.

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3. Let Me Taste You

Marshall Lee grinned down at his latest homemade batch of double fudge brownies. They were plump, melted chocolate oozing from the sides, and each topped with a bright red cherry. His mouth watered at the mere image of his little Gumball taking one into his mouth and struggling to keep the chocolate from dripping down his chin. His gummy cheeks turning a darker hue as his belly becomes full with sugary goodness…

He knew taking up baking was a smart idea.

A quick glance behind the black curtains covering his kitchen window told Marshall that is was delightfully cloudy outside. Not even one glimpse of sunlight in sight. Excellent.

The giddy vampire loaded the goods onto his candy tray and immediately took off for Candy Kingdom.

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"Your tea, sir."

"Thank you, Peppermint Maid." Gumball smiled down at his faithful servant and took the warmed tea cup between his fingers. He took a slow whiff of the calming brew and felt tingles run down his entire body. "Ah, just what I needed."

"Anything else I can get for you?" Peppermint maid asked, happily bouncing on the balls of her feet. "Maybe some sandwiches? We've just received fresh groceries from the finest establishments in town."

Gumball perked up at the offer. "Oh, yes! I'd very much enjoy that!"

Peppermint Maid nodded before totting away to the kitchens.

Taking a sip of his tea, the prince sighed in contentment and slid into a huge, cushy, velvet armchair with the foot rest propped up. The current weather was chilly and dry, so Gumball decided to hole himself up in the castle's heated living room for the day. There wasn't much commotion going on in his kingdom and no parties were scheduled until the next day, so he was free to relax.

And relax he did. Wearing an oversized orange sweater with sleeves that covered most of his hands, black leggings that were thick and kept his legs warm with the close contact, and baby blue slippers covering his feet – Gumball hummed in solace. He reached over to a side table and retrieved a book titled 'Synthesis and Techniques in Inorganic Chemistry 3rd Edition'. Fixing the black rimmed glasses perched atop nose, the candy prince lightly sipped at his tea and started silently reading at a bookmarked page.

He got three pages in before a loud BANG made him jump. He quickly looked up toward the entrance doors, and quirked an eyebrow when only silence followed. Then, sudden screams bellowed behind the doors before they burst open. Gumball yelped, dropping his tea cup to the floor along with his book, and leapt from the chair.

The intruder gave him a trademark smirk. "Hello, Bubba."

Gumball let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and slumped over. "Marshall…"

Marshall Lee nonchalantly floated over to Gumball with his tray perched on one hand. Several candy guards stood flabbergasted at the entrance, eyes shifting from the miscreant to their beloved ruler and back. Gumball gave them a curt nod before saying, "Its fine. He's with me."

They gave both their prince and the vampire cautious looks before slowly backing out into the hallway. "Should we leave the door opened, your highness?" one asked.

Marshall narrowed his eyes and hissed, making them flinch. "Closed!" He barked. They hastily fumbled for the door handles and pulled them closed immediately.

Gumball ran a hand over his face and sighed. "Marshall…"

Marshall Lee grinned over at him and gave him an innocent look. "What?"

The candy prince sank back into the cushioned recliner and brought his knees up under him. He looked up at Marshall over his spectacles and gave him an exhausted look. "What are you doing here?"

Marshall gave him an expression of false hurt. "Why, bubba, I can't make surprise visits to my lover?"

Gumball blushed and waved his hands dismissively. "N-nevermind! Your entrance was completely unacceptable!"

"Pshh, these candies need a little scare every once in a while. No harm done."

Gumball furrowed his brows. "Then what was that noise I heard before you abruptly flew in?"

"Eh…" Marshall averted his gaze to the far wall and bit at his bottom lip. "I might have broken through a wall."

"What?!"

"Look, your stupid candy servants wouldn't let me get to you after I didn't find you in your room." He chuckled, sneaking a peek at the door. "The look on their face when I came out of your room was priceless. I guess most of them haven't figured out our nightly rendezvous yet."

Gumball scoffed. "Obviously they haven't! It's not normal to announce 'oh, yeah, so a red thirsty vampire sneaks in through my balcony every night and has his wicked way with me'!"

Marshall deadpanned for a few seconds, and then a toothy grin stretched across his blue skin. "Oh, Bubba…" he leaned over the flushed prince. "Say that last bit again. lover."

"Kn-knock it off!" Gumball went to smack him, but Marshall swiftly dodged his hand. The prince pouted and crossed his arms over his chest.

Marshall placed the tray on a nearby coffee table and floated above the prince. Gumball felt him slide down behind him, making him scoot forward. Long, denim covered legs wrapped around his sides as arms held him in place. He felt cool lips press against his neck and shivered.

Marshall's lips trailed up to his ear and whispered, "You're cute when you're embarrassed."

Gumball shuddered, and the vampire's arms tightened around him. "Nn…" he flinched at the abrupt touch of ice against his stomach. "S-stop,"

"Stop what?" Marshall questioned, smoothing his hand over Gumball belly and bringing it slowly up over his chest.

Gumball quietly moaned as a nail grazed his nipple. "Mar…"

Marshall's other hand cupped Gumball's cheek and turned his head until their lips came in contact. Cool grey against darkened pink, molding over one another, a split tongue forcing its way between them, tasting, growling.

A knock at the door snapped Gumball out of his trance and he gasped. The doors slowly opened and Peppermint Maid waddled through, balancing a small plate of finger sandwiches. She pushed the door shut with her foot before glancing over at Prince Gumball – who was currently pushed against a hard body with his sweater lifted halfway up his chest, eyes wide, glasses askew, and an overpowering blush running from ear to ear. She pursed her lips.

"Yes, what is it, commoner?" Marshall questioned, not bothering to move his hands. Gumball whimpered and struggled to hide his shame.

"I've heard of your arrival already, King Marshall Lee," She said, walking closer to them. "So, I made extra." She placed the plate onto the side table.

"Right on!" Marshall reached for a particularly red sandwich with his spare hand and immediately began sucking out the color.

"Um… th-thank you, Peppermint." Gumball whispered, bowing his head.

She didn't acknowledge the prince's embarrassed gratitude, but, instead, raised her candy brow at the chocolate filled tray occupying the coffee table. "So…" she mused, crossing her arms. "You're the one keeping Prince Gumball so… well fed. I should have known."

Marshall grinned and snuggled closer to Gumball. "You know it, sugar pop."

Peppermint Maid rolled her eyes, and placed her hands against her round figure. "Just cut down some, alright? His trousers are already starting to get a bit snug, and I will not tolerate the Candy Kingdom Prince gaining an excessive amount of weight."

Gumball's mouth fell open. "W-what?"

Marshall narrowed his eyes. "You're no fun, you know that?"

The female candy gave him a smirk that could counter his own. "And," she pointed a stern finger at Gumball's still bared chest. "No more sucking out his color. He's going to become pure white bubblegum permanently if you don't stop."

Marshall grumbled and pushed his face into Gumball's neck. The candy prince wiggled against him, still trying – and failing – to pull his sweater back down.

Peppermint Maid reached down to pick up Gumball's fallen tea cup and science book, placing the book back onto the side table while keeping the cup in her hand. She took out a handkerchief and dabbed at the spilt tea. "Would you like me to pour you a refill, Prince Gumball?"

Gumball opened his mouth to answer but a cold hand pressed against it. Marshall's mumbled, "No. Privacy. Now."

Peppermint maid sighed, curtsied, and made her way back to the doors. "Behave yourselves, please."

Marshall's blood red eyes watched her leave beneath ebony bangs, and once the door was shut behind her, he sank his fangs into Gumball's shoulder.

"Ah!" Gumball yelped, arching his back. "M-Mar! Ah, mmmm…"

Marshall released him after a few seconds and began lapping at the fresh puncture marks. Gumball shuddered, shifting against the daring vampire. "You… you butt!" he gasped out. Marshall snickered and planted a sloppy kiss to his cheek. He looked down at the new white spot with a sense of egotism. "D-do you realize how long it will take my skin to bounce back from that?"

"Don't worry about it." The vampire soothed, rubbing his forehead against the back of Gumball's head. He purred in satisfaction and snuggled deeper into the recliner's plushy cushioning. He brought his hands back to Gumball's stomach laced them together – much to the young prince's relief. "I need a nap."

"Well, it is the middle of the day." Gumball pointed out, leaning back into a comfortable position. He blushed at the close contact and felt his belly fill with fictitious butterflies. "What are you doing here at this time of day?"

"I just wanted to see you."

Gumball giggled. "You just saw me last night. And every night before that."

"I baked you brownies."

"Of course you did." Gumball smiled, reaching back to stroke Marshall's hair. "Thank you."

"Mm."

Gumball picked up his book and quickly located where he left off. As Marshall drifted off to sleep, Gumball took small bites from a sandwich and began to relax once more with 'Synthesis and Techniques in Inorganic Chemistry 3rd Edition'.

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Peppermint Maid approached the elaborate candy doors leading to the royal living room a few hours later, giving the guards a nod on her way. She put her fist to the door and knocked. When no response was received she tried again. "Prince Gumball?" she called. Still, nothing. She reached for the handle, pushed the door open, and peeked in.

The sight she saw on the other side instantly brought a small smile to her face. Prince Gumball's face was composed, eyes shut calmly in a peaceful sleep. His book lay forgotten on his lap as his side was snuggled closely against Marshall Lee, whose arms were still closed tightly around the candy boy. One of Gumball's hands was resting atop of the vampire's clasped ones. Marshall's head was lulled back and to the side, a smile gracing his features.

Peppermint left the boys to their slumber.

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Marshall's eyes blinked back to life. Their crimson color going from a pale hue to an illuminating glow as his consciousness returned. He shifted a bit and felt the weight of Gumball pressing against his chest. He began running a hand through his bubblegum hair and relished in the silence for a few more minutes. The sky outside was still bleak and grey, but the murky night had yet to make an appearance.

Wish one last pat to Gumball's hair, Marshall lifted the prince up so he was sitting bridal style against him. Gumball groaned and slowly showed Marshall his violet eyes, still glazed over in lethargy. He took Gumball's glasses off and placed them on the side table before lifting his chin and kissing him.

It took a few seconds for Gumball to properly respond to Marshall's ministrations. But it woke him up quick enough, and soon his arms were circled around the older boy's neck. Marshall gave Gumball's lips a quick nip before pulling away.

"Did you have a nice nap?"

Gumball nodded, grazing his forehead against Marshall's cheek. "Yes."

"Are you hungry?"

Gumball chuckled. "Is that the first thing you think about after waking up?"

"Not the first," Marshall grinned, thrusting his hips upward. Gumball flushed and lightly smacked his arm. Marshall laughed and pressed his lips to Gumball's forehead. "How about I get you a brownie?"

"Meh." Gumball burrowed his head into Marshall's neck.

Marshall sat up and shifted Gumball back onto the chair. The candy prince quickly snuggled into the cushioning. The vampire walked over to the coffee table and took the whole tray back over with him. He hummed softly as he took a seat on the armrest.

"Bubba."

Gumball grumbled into the chair's fabric.

"Seriously, Bubba, get up. I didn't slave over a hot oven all morning for nothing!"

Marshall earned himself a chuckle from the prince who looked up at him with lit eyes. "That sounded very wifely of you."

Marshall growled. "Who's wifely?" He slid down onto the chair and yanked Gumball up into a sitting position.

"Okay, okay," Gumball gave in, making himself comfortable. "Now, what was it you made?"

"Double stuffed chocolate brownies with a cheery on top."

"Ah," Gumball looked down at the brownies with interest but then his features turned into that of uneasiness. "Um…" he cleared his throat. "About what Peppermint Maid said earlier…"

"Forgot about what that little fuss pot says." Marshall pulled off a brownie piece and watched in satisfaction as the chocolate oozed out.

"Don't call her that. She takes very good care of me, I'll have you know." Gumball said, narrowing his eyes at the vampire. "And, now that she's mentioned it, my trousers have been feeling a bit snug lately."

"I don't see much of a difference."

"Yes, well, you're not one for detail."

Marshall tsked, and put the brownie bite up to Gumball's mouth.

"Marshall…" he warned, inching away.

Marshall sighed, rolling his eyes. He thought for a minute before perking up. "Hey, I've got an idea!" Gumball raised a gummy eyebrow but nodded for him to continue. "What if I eat these with you? Will that make you feel better?"

Gumball bit his bottom lip in thought. His violet eyes eventually lit up and he nodded. "Alright."

Pleased with himself, Marshall brought the brownie back up to Gumball's mouth, but the prince shook his head and poked the vampire in the chest. "You first."

Marshall pouted, but popped the piece into his mouth nonetheless. He broke off another piece and pushed it against gummy lips. "Your turn."

Gumball took the brownie and chewed slowly, savoring the flavor. "Oh my! These are fantastic."

Marshall pushed another piece past Gumball's lips. And then another. Gumball stopped him on the fourth piece and glared. "You're eating more than one piece!"

Marshall grunted and placed another chocolaty lump on his tongue. "Red tastes so much better than this."

"You vampires are so strange. Eating a color. Really!" Gumball snickered at his own statement, bringing his fingers up to cover his mouth.

A devious smile lit up Marshall's face. "Well, I know what would make these taste even better."

"Hmm?" Gumball looked at him in confusion. "Even better? They're already falling apart with all the chocolate fudge you put into them."

Marshall took off another piece and held it up. "Close your eyes." Gumball raised an eyebrow and tiled his head. "Just do it." The gummy prince reluctantly obeyed.

The vampire put the piece into his mouth and used his thumb to pry open Gumball's. He leaned in and sealed them together.

Gumball's eyes shot open as the pressure and taste of chocolate invaded him. He struggled against Marshall's lips at first, as he felt that snake like tongue slither around his teeth, pushing the brownie forward. Marshall pulled away slightly, a string of chocolate saliva still connecting their lips, and watched Gumball struggle to swallow the surprise treat. Before the prince could throw a hissy fit, he crashed his lips back down.

Gumball gasped into the kiss, still tasting pure chocolate. Marshall licked at the soft gummy lips, urging Gumball to do the same. "Taste me, Bubba." Gumball whimpered at his husky voice. Marshall pushed him back against the arm rest. "Taste." Gumball's tongue came out and shyly licked Marshall's bottom lip.

"Mar…"

"Please, Bubba."

Gumball's pink tongue took another lick at the vampire's grey lips, prolonging the stroke. Marshall moaned, and it ignited a fire inside Gumball's chest. He became more dominant as he sucked on Marshall's lip and actually dared to bite it.

"Mmm…" Marshall grabbed the back of Gumball's neck and locked their mouths.

After a few minutes he reached back down for the remainder of the broken apart brownie – a single cherry. He broke contact with Gumball and slowly pushed the sweet fruit between his pink lips. Gumball sucked on the cherry for a few seconds before surprising Marshall by pulling his head back to his, smashing their lips back together. Marshall felt Gumball's tongue slip the fruit into his mouth.

He pulled away and chewed it thoughtfully, watching Gumball with lust filled orbs. The candy prince's eyes were filled with the same amount of passion as his breath came out heated and uneven.

"See?" he said after swallowing. "Even better."

Gumball blushed, and fisted Marshall's sweatshirt. "Shut up." He mumbled before tackling the vampire.

Marshall purred happily, and let Gumball nip and lick chocolate from his lips until Peppermint Maid shooed him away.

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A/N: …. This is just turning into food smut. Whoops.
Oh, and before someone questions why Gumball didn't bleed when Marshall Lee bit him – there are episodes where the candy people lose bits and pieces of themselves without bloodshed. I figure, why can't Prince Gumball be the same? After all, he's not human.

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