Master of the Labyrinth

MASTER OF THE LABYRINTH

(or How I stopped worrying and learned to love psychotic minotaurs)

a Melody of Oblivion fan fiction by Setzuka

Note: This is a NC-17 fan fiction of the yaoi pairing Kurofune/Hor. Also contained within are non-con, mild bondage, and explicit M/M sex. You’ve been warned. This story is the sequel to “On the Isle of the Labyrinth.” 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.


When Kurofune awoke, he was in a different room than he remembered entering. He was completely naked beneath the colorful warm blanket of the soft bed he’d been tucked into. The warrior also realized that he had been cleaned up as well. As that thought entered his mind, memories of how he’d made a mess of himself accompanied it. Kurofune blushed, only partly in shame, as he remembered how Hor had played his body as if it were an instrument. He was angry at himself, and the way his body had responded to Hor’s lust.

I’ll make that bastard pay for his treatment of me, Kurofune thought to himself.

After he located his clothing, as well as his crossbow, the warrior set off to find the monster. He knew that the creature had to be watching him through the means of some magic or other. How else could the thing find him so quickly most of the time. The labyrinth is imbued with monstrous energies. Only his abilities as a melos warrior kept him from being transformed into stone or a puppet.

“You’re looking well, Kurofune,” a familiar voice rang out all around him. “I was worried that I wore you out.”

“Bastard!” the warrior cried out, “Show yourself!”

To the side of him, the wall painting of a bull evaporated, along with the wall, to reveal the creature himself. Kurofune stepped back a few paces, leveling his crossbow at the beast. Hor raised his hands in what was supposed to be a placating gesture.

“It seems like you want to penetrate me now,” the monster laughed, “You can’t get enough of me, can you sweetie?”

Growling in anger, Kurofune fired a melos arrow at the bull, who dodged, moving quickly so that he was now close behind the man. “You keep denying it, but you know you enjoyed what I gave you,” he murmured into the warrior’s ear. “I can give you much more than that.”

Kurofune spun around as the monster attempted to embrace him. He and the monster started to struggle, with Hor disarming the warrior, flinging the crossbow down the passageway. All the while he had the same smug grin on his face, as if this whole thing were a game. He had toyed with Kurofune’s mind as well as his body. Kurofune could feel rage, along with something else, filling him. The monster could see a fire in the warrior’s eyes he hadn’t seen before. Intrigued, he didn’t realize the potential danger. He continued to taunt the warrior about the occurrences of the previous day, until the warrior had enough.

Kurofune suddenly pounced on the monster, knocking the wind out of him. In the ensuing struggle, he was able to lash the creature’s hands above his head with his belt to one of the jagged rocks at the base of the wall. Kurofune continued to straddle him as he looked down at the struggling creature, the playful grin the creature usually wore replaced by a menacing frown.

“What do you think you are doing, melos?” Hor demanded.

His eyes widened somewhat as he felt a firm presence pressing against his thigh, the result of all his writhing beneath the warrior. Kurofune roughly grasped his hair, pulling the monster’s head back toward the floor.

“I’m going to thank you for all your kind deeds toward me,” the man said while unfastening his pants with one hand.

Hor started to struggle in earnest, despite the fact that certain parts of him were becoming intrigued by the warrior’s sexual aggression. He had never been taken before by anyone, let alone a melos warrior.

His pants now down around his ankles, he found himself tied on the floor with Kurofune shoving two ill-prepared fingers inside him. Frowning, he looked up into Kurofune’s eyes, alight with a strange hunger that Hor knew all too well. Lube up with only his own saliva and precome, Kurofune spread the creature’s legs and began to push steadily into the being. The beast began to buck and writhe as he groaned in discomfort. Kurofune continued to push into that tight, delicious heat until he was in to the hilt. Perspiration covering his face, the warrior panted as he tried to hold off orgasm. The monster’s twitching passage gripped him rhythmically as the creature attempted to adjust to the invasion. Hor panted, looking up into the blissed-out face of the warrior. A drop of perspiration fell onto the monster’s face. Gazing down with an unreadable expression, Kurofune licked it off his cheek as he began to thrust. Hor’s eyes widened, his mouth open in a silent scream as the warrior pounded him. The stinging pain began to subside somewhat, but even that became its own pleasure as the warrior set a punishing rhythm.

Kurofune pushed Hor’s legs out and up onto his shoulders. Grunting lewdly with pleasure, he bent the beast double as he pounded even harder into the creature, enjoying the gripping heat of Hor’s passage, and the whimpers and grunts of pain and pleasure the creature made. He could feel the crest of orgasm racing fast upon him. Kurofune didn’t want it to end. He wanted this indescribable pleasure to last. He wanted to continue feeling the monster writhe under him with reluctant pleasure, member weeping its fluids onto the creature’s belly. But nothing can last forever, can it?

Kurofune groaned as he painted the monster’s insides with his essence. He slumped over somewhat as his erection softened, closing his eyes as he panted. He allowed the beast’s legs to slip from his shoulders. His attention was caught by Hor’s writhing, his erection still standing out proudly, head glistening. The monster whimpered as he pushed back against the man, body crying out for release. Something in the creature’s expression made the warrior wrap a hand around his stiff member, and stroke it steadily and firmly.

“Aah, Kurofune,” Hor sighed, gaze full of relief and gratitude as he closed his eyes. The warrior soon had the monster arching his back and writhing in earnest. With a strangled cry, Hor spilled himself over Kurofune’s hand and his own belly. While the monster tried to catch his breath, Kurofune continued to watch him.

Pulling firmly on the leather bonds, Hor remarked, “That was great!” with a pleased smile, the leather belt stretching and snapping in two. He pushed up to a sitting position in front of the kneeling warrior who regarded him with a dark expression.

“You could have broken those at any time, couldn’t you?” the man asked, slightly dejected.

“Yeah,” Hor responded.

“Why didn’t you?” the man questioned.

“I can’t remember anyone ever taking me before,” the monster explained. “It was exhilarating, having someone want me with such passion, even if it was born from anger.”

Hor reached for Kurofune, pulling him into his messy lap. The warrior pushed against him half-heartedly as Hor planted sucking kisses on his neck and the side of his face as he embraced him. “You make such a forceful seme!” the creature remarked into his ear before nipping it.

The warrior wrapped an arm about his shoulder, pulling him closer. “Damned bull,” Kurofune muttered, sighing as the monster nibbled at his neck. Hor chuckled against his shoulder while he stroked the man’s back.


THE END