Rarl one-shots.

2|Fetish.

Carl walks into the infirmary and the first thing he notices is Ron sitting on the floor, covered in blood.

Ron was too skilled with everything that medicine encompassed, he knew the theory of too many things and that saved many people's lives in recent times, plus Denise's help. They were supporting each other on this and making it work.

Ron gets up off the ground and walks over to him, smiling at him. He had huge circles under his eyes and he looked exhausted. Ron's face was covered in blood, as were his clothes.

"Difficult day?" Carl murmurs, there were two people resting and he didn't want to wake them up.

Ron nods and his eyes close for a second.

"Sorry. Denise and I have been working non-stop since dawn. I can't tell my left hand from my right anymore." Ron lets out a small laugh and takes a quick look at his two patients. They'd had surgery an hour ago, but Ron was still worried that something would happen to them if he left.

Carl cups Ron's face in one hand and strokes his cheek, dragging the blood away with his finger.

"You look sexy with all this blood on you..." Carl whispers, pulling Ron closer to him for a kiss.

Ron doesn't break away from the kiss very much, but he tries to pull away without much real effort.

"I'm all dirty, I'm going to stain you."

Carl shrugs and puts his arms around Ron's shoulders.

"Then I'll be happy for you to fill me with blood. Now shut your mouth and kiss me before I drag you to sleep."

Ron smiles between kisses and wraps his arms around Carl's waist.

"Now to bed, Doctor Anderson." Carl sticks his tongue out at him mockingly and grabs Ron's hand, dragging him out of the infirmary.

Ron doesn't have time to whine and make an excuse as to why he has to stay, but Eugene walks into the infirmary just as they're leaving. Ron just hopes Carl hasn't threatened Eugene into staying here.

"If you weren't so exhausted, I would have asked you to fuck me like that." Carl smiles flirtatiously and now this was the moment where he would love to have two eyes so he could wink.

"Do you have a blood fetish, Grimes?"

"It seems so. I found out five minutes ago."

Ron laughs and leans over to hug him sideways, kiss his cheek, and let Carl lead him to his house. He didn't think Denise and Tara would mind Carl staying the night...