In The War of the 20th Century

IN THE WAR OF THE 20TH CENTURY

a Melody of Oblivion fan fiction by Setzuka

Note: This is a NC-17 rated fan fiction of the yaoi pairing Hor/Kurofune. Warnings for explicit M/M sex. Only vague spoilers for the series. Enjoy.

Feedback: always appreciated.

Disclaimer:Though I\'d love to, I don\'t own any of the characters within this fic. I also make no money off of this story.



The 20th century gave birth to a great war. It was an all-out war that raged between humans and the monsters. Indescribable atrocities occurred in that conflict, at the end of which, the monsters prevailed.

But before that great war became a thing of forgotten memories, before the world fell into shadow, began the tale of a warrior who one day would fall under a monster’s spell, and hear that melody no more…



With a bang, an explosion rocked a small store, which was quickly engulfed in flames. As fire spread to adjacent homes, people fled in terror. Amid the destruction, drowning out the sounds of the weeping masses, the throttle of the engines of Ivermachines could be heard, with melos warriors racing atop them. Glowing arrows flew at their inhuman targets as warriors sped past puppets, statues, and animals, which once were human, to engage their monstrous foe in battle.

As fierce conflict waged elsewhere in the city, a man crouched near his fallen wife, now a lifeless doll in his arms. He looked up in horror at a shirtless man in a long brown coat with wild, navy blue hair. Bottomless, dark violet eyes regarded the frightened man. The monster sighed. “Too bad…you’re not my type,” he remarked, holding up a gloved hand. The roar of an Ivermachine could be heard closing in on the pair. The monster turned from the man toward the warrior unlucky enough to disturb his fun. “Get away from him,” a baritone voice said sternly. The monster regarded the warrior who straddled the humming motorcycle. His long violet hair was tossed slightly by the breeze, his dark outfit with striped accents framing his form in a flattering way. The man hopped off the bike, stalking toward the beast with crossbow raised. The victim crouched by the monster took the opportunity to flee while the creature was distracted.

Hor let the man escape, since more interesting fun was to be had than transforming weaklings. He cast an appraising gaze at the man while he cautiously approached, liking what he saw. The warrior’s fierce navy blue eyes were especially of interest. The man closed in warily on the creature, unsure why it hadn’t attacked outright. “It was rude of you to interrupt me like that,” the thing said to the warrior, “Now you have to amuse me in his place.” “It figures that creatures such as you would think terrorizing the innocent is enjoyable,” the warrior told him angrily. “I’d expect that kind of sentiment from one of you,” the monster answered with a grin, “tell me your name, noble melos.” “Kurofune Ballad,” he answered, annoyed by the fact that the creature was likely playing with him. “Aah, a good, strong name. My name is Hor,” the monster offered. “Your name is of no consequence to me,” Kurofune told the thing, “Prepare yourself.”

The monster approached Kurofune as he was targeted by him, long coat swaying in the breeze. The warrior looked down the sight of his crossbow at the advancing creature, who wore a pleased expression despite the danger. Kurofune was distracted from powering up his weapon when he looked into the being’s deep, violet eyes. The orbs suddenly seemed so deep that it was as if he was being engulfed by them. A strange sensation passed over Kurofune as he was drawn into those depths, as if into a vast sea, drowning under the waves. Inside those eyes, he saw the promise of the fulfillment of the darkest of his desires, pleasures like he’d never known. The man shuddered, heat pooling in his lower body. I can give you that and more, a voice purred into his mind, ecstasy which has no end. Kurofune shivered as he felt heated breath against his neck. Visions of such debauchery that it defied description, danced behind his eyes as his arm holding the crossbow was lowered, and his head was tilted back. A warm hand cupped the side of his face, a thumb stroking his lower lip. Kurofune could feel an arm winding around his back to pull him closer, and a knee pushing between his to part his legs. Heated breath against his lips as a mouth connected. A probing tongue sweeping his mouth possessively as he moaned, riding the leg pressed up between his thighs.

Through the whispers of sweet pleasures caressing his mind, Kurofune could hear the weeping of a girl. He opened his eyes with a start to see over the monster’s shoulder, the apparition which made warriors heed her call. Recognizing the Melody, he came to himself, shoving the creature away. “Bastard!” the man yelled, “What do you think you were trying to do?!” Hor chuckled as he watched the warrior wipe his mouth on the back of one hand, while raising the crossbow with his other. “I think that should be obvious, sweet Kurofune.” “Don’t be so familiar, monster!” the warrior shouted as he fired his bow. Hor darted out of the path of the arrow, a car a short distance away taking the blow, and bursting into flames. “You’re going to be fun to play with,” the monster said, before floating away from Kurofune to sink into a darkened hole that opened up in the ground. As he watched concrete close over the place where the creature had been, a comrade pulled up along side of him. “You got separated from us,” the young woman said, “The monsters pulled out suddenly from the downtown area. We’re regrouping at a hotel across town with a resistance group of citizens to plan our next line of attack.” She noticed his distressed expression, “Are you alright, Kurofune? You seem out of sorts.” “Don’t worry, I’m fine,” he lied. “Let’s go.” The warrior called his Ivermachine to him, and the pair sped off into the distance.



After a prolonged meeting with The Citizens For Resistance, the warriors relaxed, eating and drinking before the upcoming battle. Upon daybreak, they would start moving again, heading for the monster stronghold on the edge of town. As they were aware that many of them might not return, the men and women shared each other’s company, chatting about light-hearted subjects as they dined. Kurofune broke away from his warrior friends to retire, drained from the day’s events. He’d felt on edge since his encounter with that monster. The man shivered as he remembered the things that the creature had tempted him with. He felt ashamed at how he’d reacted to the monster’s tricks.

Removing his clothing, Kurofune took a quick shower, delighting in how the warm water caressed his well-toned body. As the warrior relaxed, it almost felt as though hands were sliding over his body. He startled, turning quickly, but there appeared to be no one behind him. ‘I’m starting to imagine things,’ he thought to himself. ‘The stress must be getting to me.’ Drying off quickly, he returned to his room to slip into a pair of boxers. Flopping backwards onto the bed, Kurofune’s long violet hair spread out on the pillow. He was soon taken by the world of dreams, as he wondered what tomorrow would bring.


In his dream, Kurofune was straddling his Ivermachine as he chased his quarry down one of the city’s alleys. The strange passage seemed endless as he sped through. The warrior could see a light ahead which grew as he approached. Passing through it, he found himself in a furnished room. He dismounted from his bike and drew his bow as he made note of his new environment. The tan leather of the furniture was complimented by cream-colored walls, and the soft lighting of the room. ‘So strange,’ the warrior thought, ‘This must be a dream.’

“But dreams can be so real sometimes, beautiful melos,” said the monster Hor, as he stepped out from the shadows. Kurofune narrowed his eyes in anger at the being. The warrior kept his distance. He wouldn’t allow himself to be tricked like the last time. “I’ll get rid of you, creature, dream or not!” At that, Kurofune fired a melos arrow at the being, grazing his side as the creature moved to dodge. “So forceful! I’ll have to show you a good time,” the monster told him. Kurofune looked on in surprise as Hor vanished before his eyes. Around him, the monster’s voice echoed, “Why are you denying your feelings, handsome melos? Don’t you remember how I made you shudder in pleasure in my arms? That’s nothing compared to what I could give you.”

“Stop these stupid games, monster,” Kurofune told the beast as his eyes darted around the room warily. “Show yourself!” Suddenly, the warrior felt himself being grasped from behind. His bow went flying and disappeared in mid air. He could feel Hor’s warm breath against his neck and cheek as he was pulled close. “L-let go of me!” the warrior demanded. He startled as he felt something hard pressing against his backside. Hor’s hands seem to burn his flesh through his clothing where he was held by them. The monster’s warm tongue licked his ear, making him shiver reluctantly. “S-stop! I don’t want…” “I know that you want this,” Hor interrupted. “Your body is crying out to me. It’s only a dream, lovely Kurofune. It’s okay to just let go.”

The warrior groaned softly as the monster started to nibble on his ear. The monster’s roaming hands traveled lower, caressing the growing bulge in Kurofune’s trousers, making the man squirm. Suddenly, a hand was inside of his pants, surrounding his erection, stroking firmly. Kurofune closed his eyes as he moaned softly, relaxing in the creature’s arms. He felt himself lifted by those strong arms, and being deposited on the soft couch. Remembering himself, Kurofune attempted to move away somewhat as the monster loomed over him. Hor placed a hand on the man’s chest, making him still. “Relax,” Hor told him as he unfastened the man’s clothing, “It’s just a dream, remember?” Gloved hands slid over a well-defined chest as the warrior sighed. These were replaced by a hungry mouth, nibbling and sucking on salty skin. Kurofune writhed as the creature moved lower, stabbing his navel repeatedly with his tongue, as if in a promise of things to come.

The man’s pants were removed by the being, tossed into a corner and forgotten. Hor grasped the warrior’s proud erection, jerking it smoothly. He gazed into the pleasure-filled face of the man, who was biting on his fist to prevent the cry that threatened to escape from his throat. Hor smirked before engulfing Kurofune’s member, going down to the hilt in one motion. At that, Kurofune couldn’t help but cry out, delighting in the wonderful suction applied to his erection. It had been so long, he’d forgotten how good it felt. His back arched when the monster began to fondle his hanging orbs. His skin glistening due to perspiration, chest heaving, the warrior’s mouth hung open, soft moans escaping. Hor had taken up nibbling on those orbs, drawing one up into his mouth, suckling it and rolling it around with his tongue. The warrior began to writhe in earnest, fisting a hand in the creature’s hair. Hor smirked around the man, allowing the orb to fall from his mouth wetly.

The monster grasped the man’s thighs, pushing them upward. He sucked on the area behind Kurofune’s member and orbs, traveling lower. Kurofune cried out when he felt the creature begin to lave his entrance with his tongue. It was so…dirty! Yet, he couldn’t get enough of this new sensation. He moaned encouragements to the being, who began penetrating him with his tongue to the man’s extreme delight. When Hor began to stroke his erection again as well, it became too much for the warrior to bear. Screaming, Kurofune painted his own chest with his essence. Rising up from the couch, Hor let his coat fall from his shoulders to pool on the floor. The monster unfastened his jeans to free his raging erection, all the while gazing at the warrior’s blushing face with hungry eyes.

Kurofune’s eyes opened with a start as he felt two slick fingers pressing into his entrance. At first, he squirmed in discomfort. But this quickly gave way to a burning pleasure as the monster scissored his fingers, stretching the man’s passage. After a few minutes of this, the warrior couldn’t hold off any longer. The need to be filled by the creature’s ample length began to consume him. “Do it,” he demanded of the creature, “F-fill me.” Hor chuckled. “Your wish is my command, Kurofune.” The burning stretching of his passage by the head of the monster’s erection caused the warrior to gasp and moan in pain. He planted both hands on the creature’s chest to try to push him off, but to no avail. Hor pressed himself inside with one smooth motion, making the man cry out, head falling back against the couch.

Hor looked into the man’s face, twisted in painful pleasure, as he writhed, impaled on his cock. After a few moments, the monster began to move with leisurely thrusts. The tempo soon increased, as the creature went wild from the feeling of the warrior’s warm, tight passage. Kurofune cried out almost continuously at the pounding thrusts, breath coming in shallow gasps. Never had he been treated in such a manner. And never had he felt such delicious pleasure. The man’s erection bobbed in time to Hor’s pace, weeping continuously. Grasping hold of the arm of the couch behind his head, Kurofune held on for dear life as his body was rocked by the monster’s punishing rhythm. The creature bent him double as he leaned down to capture the man’s open mouth in a sloppy kiss. The change in angle had the warrior moaning into the monster’s mouth, as that special place inside of him was stroked by the being’s sizeable member. Kurofune broke the kiss to cry out loudly as orgasm approached. Groaning, the warrior spilled himself yet again onto his chest. Hor continued to pound into the human beneath him, enjoying the way Kurofune’s tightening passage gripped him. After a few moments, Hor emptied himself into the warrior’s rear with a growl, filling the man’s insides with his essence.

As the man lay on the couch, completely spent and attempting to catch his breath, the creature leaned down to whisper into his ear, “I told you that I could give you indescribable pleasure. By accepting my invitation, you are mine, and mine alone.”

Kurofune awakened with a start in the hours before dawn, with the moon still hanging high in the sky. He was drenched in sweat, chest heaving. His body still shivered, in embarrassment as well as pleasure, as he remembered the vivid dream. Kurofune’s shame deepened when he noticed the state of his clothing, dampened by his emissions. The warrior fisted the sheets, hardening his resolve that come daybreak, he would rid himself of the seductive creature, one way or another.



THE   END