A Taste for Blood (?)

Summary: Palmer questions one of Tony's pleasures. Warning: a bit of innuendo but there's nothing graphic here.

Disclaimer: I don't own them, I just play with them.


A/N: This was written for the NCIS kink meme over on LJ. The prompt was Palmer, Tony, bloodplay. This obviously wasn't what the poster had in mind, but my Muse wasn't to be dissuaded.


"Ugh! How can you eat that?"

"You cut up dead bodies for a living, Palmer! And you have a problem with this?" Tony demanded, licking a few drops of sticky red liquid from his lips.

"I don't eat them!" Palmer sputtered indignantly.

"Oh, for crying out loud! It's just...."

"It's just disgusting! It's unnatural! It's..."

"Perfectly natural! And delicious!"

Palmer still looked sceptical. "Where did you... I mean... learn...uh... about... that?!" he asked, somewhat incoherently, waving one hand in Tony's direction, averting his eyes.

"I'm Italian," Tony retorted, as if the answer were obvious.

"So you... uh..."

"Would you just try it, Palmer?!" Tony snapped in exasperation.

Palmer shook his head frantically, his eyes now fixed on the glistening red droplets that had been spilled on the dirty beige arborite tabletop.

Just then, McGee stuck his head through the doorway of the lunchroom. "Tony! C'mon! Gibbs is looking for you. We've got a case."

Tony was on his feet before Tim was even half-way through the summons. "Here!" he commanded, shoving his half-eaten snack at Palmer, who was too startled to resist. Pausing in the doorway, he looked back at the ME's assistant, who was staring in undisguised horror at the deep red segments of blood orange in his hands.