Gumlee P2(1) ~ Blood of Royals

Recap: Marshall Lee Abadeer is a rich child, his mother owning a tyrannical company known as the Night-O-Sphere. Hosanna Abadeer pays little attention to her son, her main focus being her work. She sees Marshall as a weak wild child and continuously moves him from school to school when he goes the slightest bit out of line, and so he arrived the strangest school he's ever been to: The School of Aaa. He's never known anything like it; Respect at the school is not demanded by the teachers, it's earned through titles. King and Queen being the highest rank, then Prince and Princess, Earl, Lord and lesser titles just below that, and then nicknames. Most students are no-names, mainly because to become someone with a nickname, you have to become someone's 'subject' and that usually meant supplying your King/Prince Queen/Princess with something, in exchange for party invites, protection from pricks and someone to take you home when you get too smashed.
On his first day Marshall runs into his old friend Simone- who is now Ice Queen. She pulls some strings so he's up as the Vampire King in no time at all- and also makes an enemy in no time at all. After a dramatic fight with the Fire Prince, he gains his own subject- Schwable, who quickly comes to admire him. However, the King has bigger fish to fry... mainly his cooking teacher: Prince Gumball. While most of the teachers stick to nicknames and claim to be subjects of the headmistress, some seek power. The Prince seemed to have sought it to expand his kitchen supplies and push down Lord Deer, who didn't even have his own room...
Then shit spirals when Marshall pushes Gumball so far that he feels sorry for him, and they have sex! Impressed- the relationship continues, but not before they're caught and blackmailed by Lord Deer. While he demanded nothing too serious, they become cautious and only meet up at Gumballs flat. The teacher reveals why he hates Lord Deer, but there are many more secrets he's hiding from Marshall- including his long distance boyfriend Alfie, who he hasn't seen in five years. This winter he's supposed to meet up with his family, and by extension- Alfie. So will he tell his student who has become so precariously attached to him? Or will he continue to try and bury everything...?

Part 2 begins.

"Well, McDonalds wasn't exactly what I was expecting but I suppose... maybe." Bubba looked uncertainly at the 'restaurant' Marshall had suggested. "I haven't eaten anything bad in awhile..."
"Lighten up, you're not going to die." He grinned at him and pulled him in "Just get a chicken mayo or something."
"Fine, but if I do die, it's on your hands." The teacher grumbled as they queued up "I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm a disgrace to chefs around the world." Marshall sighed to himself, amused, as he continued "Do they do side salads?"
"Fucking hell, Bubs!" He laughed "I wouldn't know, but I'm pretty sure it's a burger and chips for you. What drink? Orange juice?"
"Ah, yes, orange juice is good." The pink haired man fidgeted nervously "Can you order and I'll pay you back?"
"You little nerd." Marshall sneered "Would you like me to hold your hand when we cross the streets as well?" Bubba scowled at him.
"Never mind." He hissed, and the teen hesitated.
"I'm only teasing, of course I will. I just-" He paused "I'm sorry, you were being really cute and I had to stop it before I exploded."
"That's your apology?" Bubba snapped, but he was smiling, and he had to turn away to get back his 'I'm angry' facade. Marshall played along, pouting and giving stereotypical excuses as he was lectured. "Honestly, Marshall, this is why we can't have nice things." He stated randomly, and Marshall laughed.
"Um, sir? Can I get your order?"
"Oh, sorry." 

"Marshall, it looks like poison."
"It's a burger, Bubba." He replied through his mouthful. His teacher watched with disgust and awe as he swallowed it.
"Please don't eat anymore." He begged, grabbing the boys arm as he tried to take another bite "I can't watch this."
"You drama queen, it's unhealthy, sure, but once in awhile isn't a damaging experience." Marshall assured "Plus, whatever they poison it with tastes really fucking good." Unable to move his arm, he reached out with his face to munch on it instead. "Ea' urs."
"What? No way, I can't." He looked at the soggy burger and then looked away quickly. "I'm sorry, I'd rather starve." 
"Fine, I'll eat yours too." Marshall shrugged as Bubba's jaw dropped in horror.
"That's too much unhealthiness for one child." He dissuaded quickly.
"You eat it then." He raised a challenging eyebrow "Take a bullet for me." Bubba looked at it again. He took slow, deep breaths, and then ate quickly and in silence until it was gone. "There we are, how hard was that?" Marshall asked once he'd finished.
"Never again." He replied faintly. "Never never never. When we get home, you're eating a fruit salad with me." He declared.
"Fine, if it makes you happy." Marshall smiled "Well done for finishing it, I didn't think you'd do it."
"I would never have lived with myself had I let you eat two." He shivered at the thought of it "Can we get out of here?"
"Okay, okay." He sighed and they left together. On the way home, though, Marshall felt something might be wrong. Bubba seemed quiet and unwilling to speak. When they got home, he seemed pale.
"Are you alright?" Marshall asked in concern, but he got no reply as Bubba walked straight into the bathroom and shut the door. "Alright then." He muttered, annoyed, but a moment later he heard a retching sound and it finally hit him what was wrong. The King went to the kitchen and poured out a cup of water before rushing it to the man, who was knelt over the toilet. "I-I got water for you. Um, do you need anything else?" The teacher looked up at him warily, before he was forced to return to his attention to the matter at hand and heaved again. Marshall put down the water and rubbed his back gently. "Was this because of McDonalds?" He asked uncertainly as he slowed his rubbing to make it more soothing. Bubba was panting slightly, but after a moment he felt ready to answer him.
"I'm diabetic." He admitted, not looking at him "For five years I haven't touched anything remotely unhealthy, so... eating a whole burger so quickly might not have been a good idea."
"You're diabetic?" Marshall frowned and knelt down beside him "But I've never seen you take medication for it..." 
"No, uh, I used to take tablets." The teacher rose steadily, and reached for the water, taking a small sip "I've gotten control over it now. I exercise and eat healthily all the time, so I'm seeing how I do without the meds." There was a silence, as Marshall digested this, and as Bubba wondered if he was going to throw up again. 
"People don't know about this," The Vampire noted slowly, a little elevated by the fact he'd just been told.
"Well, Ice Queen saw me taking medication once. She's convinced she can lower my name down to Lord for being 'inefficient' as a teacher, and I don't want to see her try." He leaned against the wall, testing himself to see if he was alright or not.
"What, because you avoid unhealthy foods? You're a great teacher, I've learnt loads of things about cooking." Marshall declared in his defense, and Bubba smiled.
"Sadly, it does mean I avoid sugary things, and making puddings is a large part of cooking. I get students to taste each others foods instead of me, and they rate it. I say it's because I don't want to take away their treats, but, well, you know." He shrugged.
"Are you feeling alright?"
"I think so. Thanks for the water." The pink haired man raised an eyebrow slightly "Why aren't you disgusted?" He asked, and Marshall smiled.
"I'm a teenager, and I've been to a lot of parties. You get used to it." He chuckled "Some guys just don't know how to handle their liquor, you know?"
"Lovely." Bubba mumbled, and drank some more. Marshall stood up and flushed the toilet for him, before stepping out.
"Brush your teeth or whatever, I'm going to hang my coat up."

"Marshall Lee, did you brush your teeth?" Bubba asked as he came back from clearing the kitchen up.
"Yeah." The boy sat up in the bed "By the way, I got that joke."
"The joke?!"
"Yeah. A diabetic Candy Prince." He grinned. "Not bad."
"Hmph, so I'm a joke to you?" He demanded and Marshall blinked innocently. "I'm just kidding, I know you love and admire my every move." Bubba assured as he settled down next to him.
"You're right, this here was one of my favorites, actually..." Marshall pretended to gag and then heave, before Bubba slapped his arm.
"Respect your elders."
"Obey your King." Marshall grinned at Bubba's un-amused scowl, before he was pulled gently into the man's chest, and arms surrounded him, warming and protective.
"And what does my King command?" The Prince murmured, but Marshall could only smirk at him.
"Get some sleep. I'm not kissing you after you've thrown up." He reminded, and Bubba tutted, before lying down with him and they snuggled up together, though neither slept. The teacher ended up playing with Marshall's lush locks of hair, curling them between his fingers, or pushing them out of his face- he petted him, and the King was ecstatic with his treatment.
"Marshall Lee..." Bubba murmured, almost reluctantly "Um.. what are you doing.. for Christmas?"
"Hibernating. Why, you doing anything interesting?" The teen pulled his hair over his face so that Bubba could play with it some more, and he did, but his movements were slow and stiff.
"I'm going to see my family, actually. I haven't seen them in seven years." He admitted, and Marshall's eyes widened in shock at the sudden confession "I went to see them five years ago, but I couldn't do it. I stayed with a neighbour instead."
"Why? What happened?" Marshall asked, putting a comforting hand to the mans chest. Bubba pushed it off, and rolled out of bed, distressed "Wha-"
"I need to tell you something. Just give me a minute." He huffed, and then turned "Okay. Okay, look, when we first started this, I didn't think much of it. But I really like you, Marshall Lee, and I'm worried. About a lot of things. But mostly, I feel guilty for not telling you earlier- I'm in a long term distance relationship, with that neighbour. I haven't seen him in five years, but this Christmas I will. I'm sorry." Bubba clamped his mouth shut and stared uncertainly at Marshall, who felt his heart sink at the news.
"Are you... breaking up with me?" His voice wavered, and Bubba jumped to his side, eager to soothe him.
"No no no, not at all, Marshall, I want to stay with both of you. I really like you, I don't want to break up." He gripped his shoulders "I just wanted to tell you the truth."
"Am I a side chick?" Marshall's eyes were stung with tears.
"No, no! It's... it's like a polyamorous relationship!" Bubba desperately tried to explain himself "He knows that I'm dating other guys, it was part of the agreement of being long distance. He's dating other people too. You're not a side chick, I care about you more than that."
"What do you mean?" He wriggled uncomfortably under him, and Bubba sat up to give him space "What do you think of me?" Bubba blinked, a little lost for words.
"Well, you're funny and-"
"No, not like that. How do you see me? Am I just more convenient than this neighbour guy? Am I just sex?" Marshall swallowed, holding back his tears "What do you want from me?"
"I want to be your boyfriend, Marshall, I want to cook for you, and cuddle you-"
"And in the future? When I leave school?" Marshall sat up to challenge his feelings "Then you'll ditch me?"
"What? No! Marshall, what are you saying? When you leave school we can be public, and you can rub it in Ice Queen's face on twitter." Bubba inched closer "Listen, I don't have any plans of ending this. I really like you. I want to see where it goes." There was a silence, and then the teacher hesitantly continued "Is that okay?" The King didn't reply for a bit.
"I don't know." He felt achy and sad and tired, but he wasn't angry. Should I be angry? Marshall sighed, and pulled himself into Bubba's arms. He pushed them back down into bed and cuddled into his chest. "I want to go to sleep... so just, be quiet and hold me." He wriggled and gave a muffled "Please." afterwards, that made Bubba smile a bit. 
"Good night," He murmured softly.

~

{Standing on a stage, lights practically blinding his view of the thousands of fans screaming for him as he played on his trusted guitar. Such a familiar song... Is this the one I couldn't find the chords to? But I can play it now... I'm doing it so well... After a perfect performance, Marshall turned to see his friends cheering him, his mother standing with an approving smile.. and Bubba standing shyly behind them. He gave a small wave and a supportive nod of his head. Excited by his support, he tried to play another song, but it wasn't working. His singing came out all wrong. What's going on? Why? A distant thought hit him hard Not again... A failure again. He looked in panic at his mother, but she had already turned away. Don't go, mom, please, I was doing it right just then! Give me another chance- He looked at his friends, their faces, but he didn't recognise any of them. Who were they? Where are my friends? He tried to demand, walking towards them, but then they walked past him, through to the other side of the stage, and left.
"Marshall Lee," Bubba touched his arm lightly "Where did everyone go?" Marshall shook his head in panic. He didn't know. He remembered all his fans, but could only stare out in horror at the empty littered fields where he thought they'd stood. "Were they ever there?" Bubba mused, before smiling "Did you ever really have anyone?" His body was throbbing with hot blood as his lover spoke "Maybe you should go back to that office job, and make your mother happy. Maybe you should behave, and you can have friends."
"I don't want to live in an office!" He choked out to him "I hate it there!" 
"But you can't do anything else. You'll be alone if you leave." He started to cry and tried to hug him, but someone pulled him off.
"Don't touch him!" A man scowled "You don't know who he is, where he's been, who he's with. Don't you know he's a Prince?! You should know how unworthy you are!" They yelled furiously, putting their arm around Bubba and walking away. Bubba was... walking away with someone else.
"Bubba... You can't leave me! BUBBA, I NEED YOU! BUBBA PLEASE!" Everything was too hot; he was going to be all alone again, abandoned again. "DON'T LEAVE ME! DON'T LEAVE ME!"}

"Marshall, for fuck's sake! Wake up!" Bubba shook him and Marshall screamed briefly, before covering his mouth "Fuck, boy, what kind of dreams do you have?!" The teacher looked almost scared as he held the King, who was shaking uncontrollably. The teen slowly reached out and gripped the front of the man's shirt "Talk to me." Bubba urged, pulling him closer "What happened?"
"N-nothing. It's just a dream." He dismissed shakily.
"If it's just a dream... It's not the first time you've had a dream like that, is it?" Marshall glared at him Don't you dare bring that up. He thought, embarrassed. "Do you not trust me?" 
"That's not fair-" He gritted his teeth "It's not like you tell me everything! I only found out you were diabetic last night! And there are more secrets that you're hiding. Do you want me to blindly follow you?" Marshall snapped, and watched the guilt build in the teachers features.
"Fine. I've warned you, but if there's something you want to know, ask me." He lifted Marshall into a sitting position "Let's just get it out into the open, okay? No secrets." Marshall stared, and then swallowed and shifted.
"You haven't seen your family in seven years?" He asked, and Bubba made a face- as if he was hoping that one wouldn't come up.
"No. I left when I was sixteen, and I haven't been back since... would you like some water?" Marshall opened his mouth to protest the change of conversation, but then grumpily gave a nod. He had sweated quite a bit in his sleep, and water sounded like a good idea. The pink haired man got up and fetched him some, which he sipped carefully before continuing his interrogation.
"Why did you leave?" Marshall asked eagerly.
"My dad.. didn't really approve of the whole gay thing. He's a catholic, so... he had trouble accepting it, I guess. We got into a fight one day and he hit me. I left a week after." Bubba narrowed his eyes at the wall, so Marshall moved on.
"Where did you go?" He prompted.
"Here. USA. There was a job here that I took a chance on. It was the worst job of my life, but I stuck with it for two years before quitting. It was working at this fancy kitchen, it included bedding and stuff, though people came and went so often that I didn't get to meet anyone properly. The head chef was evil. The smallest mistake would have you fired, and people didn't last a week, usually." He sighed, and Marshall frowned.
"Are you telling me you're so damn perfect that you didn't get fired?" He demanded, and Bubba smiled. 
"I'm a bit famous round there." He admitted "But not just for staying the longest under that chef. I made a dessert for them to put on the menu- one I'd spent a year and a half creating. Completely original, it kind of made me diabetic. I loved sweets, and I stuffed myself like crazy, but making that sort of fucked me over. Only I know the recipe, and people have offered me a lot of money for it, blackmailed me for it, threatened me..." He shrugged "It's pretty tasty, I guess." 
"Is that your big dangerous secret?" Marshall felt disappointed "A recipe for some sort of sweet?" 
"Yes."
"That's what you couldn't tell me?" He rolled his eyes and folded his arms "I didn't know you were a drama prince."
"How dare you." Bubba replied haughtily, before tilting his head "Any other questions? Will you tell me about your dream?"
"Hmph." Marshall did have questions... but he felt that it could wait, now that everything was being answered, so he told him about the dream, or as much as he could remember.
"Is it the same dream as... when you fell asleep in my office?" He asked curiously, when he'd finished, and Marshall scowled.
"Yes, but it was my mother who told me all that stuff before. This time it was you." He grumbled, and Bubba leaned forwards.
"Has anything happened like that in real life?"
"What do you mean?"
"Your mother leaving? Not recognising your friends? Embarrassing yourself on stage?" He prompted, and Marshall shuffled unhappily.
"Once, a group of people I used to hang out with were all together on the street. They didn't remember me at all. I'd only known them for a month, but I thought they were cool. It kinda hurt, watching them all walk past me like that. And there was a time.. I uh... I broke this kids fingers by biting him, and my mom sent me to live with Ice Queen for a few years." 
"ICE QUEEN?! A FEW YEARS? YOU LIVED WITH ICE QUEEN?" Bubba looked so mortified that Marshall laughed.
"She was nice back then. She looked after me. It was good, but I missed my mom. She never came to visit, and as soon as I came back she sent me to a summer camp." He sniffed, annoyed "I've never messed up on stage though. I like being up there, it comes quite easily to me." Marshall stared at the wall for awhile, and Bubba looked at the turmoil in his eyes.
"Fuck the company!" He declared suddenly, making the King jump "Your mother doesn't deserve you, Vampire King. Go be a singer." Marshall felt his heart start to pound.
"You- you've never heard me sing, I could be awful for all you know!" He pointed out, staring at his teacher.
"I've heard from Fionna that you're good, and she doesn't give praise lightly. I'd love to hear you play, but I won't pressure you into it." Bubba waved a dismissive hand "That's not the point. I always loved cooking, and look how well I did! I'm exactly where I want to be."
"Oh? Without your other boyfriend?" It came out before Marshall could truly think about it, and he immediately froze up, waiting for some sort of retribution. Bubba paused.
"Well, I meant business wise. He has to look after his siblings, so he couldn't come with me..." He tilted his head slightly "Are you alright with that? Me going..?"
"Not really." The Vampire replied brutally "But I don't want to make you choose between us... maybe I just need time." He shrugged.
"Hmm, then, if you want.. I don't have to do anything with him if you don't want. If time is all you need..." Bubba suggested.
"Do.. do you mean not have sex with him?" Marshall stared in shock "I can't ask you to do something like that. You haven't seen him in five years!" He sighed "It's fine. You can make it up to me when you get back." He folded his arms and grinned smugly "How does that sound?" Bubba laughed and kissed his forehead.
"I'm game. Thank you."