Leon S. Kennedy X Reader- 'Hush!'

First timer (Same title on Ao3)

TW: contains blood licking/eating. I have the kink and I'm writing the story so no one can tell me not to.

It was your first day as a trial runner, one minute you were in your bed falling asleep, and the next you woke up at a campfire surrounded by three other people. Your head was pounding as you looked around, confused and panicked, "w...where the hell am-" you began before you were cut off by the girl with the braided hair, "No idea. But, you wont be able to leave any time soon." She gave you a sympathetic smile as she hovered her hands over the fire. You sat up and examined each individual, each one bloodied and bruised. As you scanned each of them, your eyes settled on the one with the police uniform. 'hmm, wonder how he got here. being a police officer and all, I wouldn't think he'd be in this situation' Your attention was drawn from the man as one of the other people began to speak, "I'm Claudette!" chirped the darker girl with the purple glasses, "That's meg," The girl with the braided hair gave a slight wave, "and that's Leon!" The man that your eyes lingered on just moments before gave you a nod. "What's your name?" She asked after a moment of silence. "Y/N....Y/N L/N." Just as the girl began to speak again, everything started to smolder and your headache became worse. "What's happening?!" You almost screamed. "The trial is starting." One of them spoke, but with the pain in your head, the rumbling in your ears, and the dots-similar to a burning film real-forming in your vision, you couldn't tell who it was. Before you could even ask what that meant, you lost consciousness.

You begin to wake up in what seems to be some sort of testing facility, standing up strangely enough. Your head still pounding, but the dots in your vision beginning to fade. "Fuck..." you mutter to yourself, putting your fingers to your temples in an effort to ease the pain. "First time is always the hardest..." The man, previously referred to as 'Leon' says from behind you. You turn around and face him, still rubbing your temples, "it'll get better the more it happens." You give him a slight smile, indicating that you heard him, as you have nothing to say back. He beckons you towards him, "follow me and ill show you what to do." He begins to make his ways through the halls of the building at a pace just fast enough so that you wouldn't lose him. "The place we're in right now is called the underground testing facility," he begins as he crouches down at a broken generator. "The entity- the thing that brought us here- chooses different places each time we do a trial." he motions for you to watch what he's doing, so you crouch down next to him and observe as he takes some wires and puts them together. "Along with matching us up with a different killer-" you interrupt him before he can continue, "Killer!?" he chuckles and shakes his head lightly, "yeah, killer. but don't worry, when we die we just end up back at the fire. its really just a never ending cycle." He looks over at you, scanning your face as you take in the information. It all sounded crazy- a killer?! An Entity!? None of it made any sense. Your were drawn from your thoughts as he continued, "But, we can also...not die. These-" He motions to the generator in front of him, "are your key to survival. There are 7, but we only have to repair 5 in order to open the gate and escape. You think you can try to help me fix this?" You peer around you and then look back at the generator, giving a nod, as you begin putting your hands to work, attempting to repair the machine.

BOOM- the slightest wrong move made the machine in front of you spark and explode, sending a burning hot piece of metal into your hand. "ah....aaaah....AAAAAAH!" As you began to register what happened, the pain hit you like a bag of bricks, bringing an ungodly scream from inside of you and tears began welling in your eyes. Leon looked up at you, then to where your eyes were focused. Grabbing your forearm, he hurriedly pulled you into the hallway and into a room a few doors down. "Shit." he said, his voice low, as not to alert the killer. "in all of my time doing this, I've never seen this happen." he looks up at you, seeing the tears streaming down your face as you force yourself to stay quiet. "this is gonna hurt, but you gotta stay quiet...okay?" you nod quickly. He looks around for something then sighs and begins ripping the sleeve from his shirt. "put your arm in your mouth for me, alright?" you open your mouth and put your left forearm into it, closing your eyes as to not see what he's about to do. He takes he sleeve from his shirt and wraps it in his hand, keeping a protective layer between him and the burning hot piece of metal, he begins to pull it out. You bite down onto your arm and muffle the scream that's begging to exit your lips, you've never felt pain like this before in you entire life. You hear a Clang as the piece of metal hits the ground, and you open your eyes. "Seems the heat has cauterized your wound. Lucky for us, that means no blood and no searching for a med kit." you take your arm, from your mouth and give him a slight smile, then sigh. "but-" he points to your arm, with blood seeping from the bite wound you just gave yourself. "that on the other hand-pun intended-we may need a med kit for." he gives you a sly smile and winks. You chuckle sheepishly as a thought comes to mind, this doesn't go unnoticed. "what?" he chuckles slightly, examining your face to try and tell what you're thinking. "You could always...." you pause, not sure if you want to continue. "I could always what?" he squints his eyes, tilting his head ever so slightly. "Lick it clean?" his face turns red as he looks at you, wide eyed. "or not! neverminded. that was really fucking weird of me to say." you look away, embarrassed. "Lets just go-" before you can finish your sentence you feel him grab your arm, he brings his hand up to your face, turning it back towards him so he can look into your eyes. Just as you lock eyes, he dips his head down and begins running his tongue across your bloody wound, all the while still keeping eye contact. You wince, but keep your eyes on him as you feel heat start to build between your legs.

HAHA! Cliffhanger! Sorry, I didn't think id leave one but i needed to get at least something out. Go get a drink of water, you thirsty bitch.