Some implied adult stuff, but nothing serious, so it's like Older Teen.
Hichigo laid down, bleeding and bruised. It was nothing new, he knew that his King always had these tantrums when he went and did what he wanted, which only proceeded into making his King angry. That's right, his. He was the slave, the horse for his King. It was the daily routine, he was used to it.
"Now," his King huffed, glaring down on him with his dull angry brown eyes, "don't make me come back here."
Nodding slowly, he slowly sat up, wiping the blood from his lower lip with the back of his left hand. "Yes..." he breathed, looking up with those golden orbs as the orange haired form straightened his shihakusho, frowning.
He hated this emotion he got every single time his King was around, only to be forced onto all fours, the pale form's toy. His frustration releaser. How could be as rough as he wished, he could handle it, he could take it...although, all he wanted in return for letting him do as he wished was to be loved by his King.
"Get up, Zangetsu should be waking up." he scowled as the albino looked down on his body. It was always the same story. He stays for a quicky, then leaves. Offering a hand, his King sighed, shaking his head as the alabaster hand took it, being hoisted to his feet. Picking up his clothes up and slipping them on with a wince, blood trickling down his leg. "Who's weak now?" he taunted in a cold tone.
Of course, they both knew the answer, but Hichigo knew the reason behind it.
"I am," he spoke softly, his gold orbs halfway closed, "...King..."
The orange haired form looked at him with a quirked brow, feeling him lean against him, blinking those dominant brown eyes from shock. This wasn't something the horse would usually do, which shocked the King.
"What're you doing?" the dominant teenager questioned.
He lifted his head, looking up at his King, placing his hands on his shoulders, leaning up and kissing him with those pale white lips, letting the orange haired teen lick his bottom lip, opening his mouth, letting the pink organ explore his mouth. Shutting his eyes as tears formed in his eyes. Pulling away, the King took a step away, turning and walking away like always as the white form open the gold-black eyes, letting the tears slip down as he lifted his right hand up, clutching the fabric over his heart.
Broken and shattered. Why'd this always happen every time they were done with what the King had come for? He felt like his heart was being ripped from where it belonged and stomped on, being shoved back in, having to overwork to put him back into his normal state.
"I hate you," he whispered bitterly as his King dissolved into the air, leaving. "I hate you so much..."
Eh, I know Hichigo's REALLY OOC in this one, but I wanted it to turn out this way, sequel coming. Please tell me if you want a sequel, and what you think. Also, the reason 'King' kept showing up was because it was sortta in Hichigo's POV.