"No!" I suddenly screamed, looking away as a hungry wolf came. My wound was bleeding again and I was becoming weak. My screams became whimpers.
I suddenly heard a whimper that wasn't my own. I opened an eye to see my beloved, who I just gave my whole body to a couple of nights ago, standing there and holding the wolf in his hand. He threw it aside like it was nothing. He leaned down and gave me another smile...
Little did I know that he would kill me. I begged. I begged for my life even though I said I never would beg. Never. Even for my life. And look at me now, a pathetic human being begging for my life.
He places his hands on the side of my head. I lean in to brush my lips against his, tears in my eyes before he crushes me.
He crushed my heart as well.

"Luka, shush now. We're together, no reason to cry about it," I murmured, hugging my brother.
So, Claude gave me Ciel, but Hannah turned him into a demon and took us to... I believed she took us to Heaven even though she said it isn't that.
"I-I'm sorry, big brother," my little brother cried into my arms.
I rubbed his back, calming him as Hannah stood above me with a warm smile. After she told me all what happened, I grew respect for her.
"Hannah?" I asked quietly as I laid Luka down, seeing him fall asleep because of how much he was crying. He always thought it was my fault, but he doesn't know that this is perfect.
She just stared at me, waiting for me to continue.
"Why does Claude ignore me? It's like he hates me." My tears stream down my cheeks and on the field of flowers. This whole world was just one big field of bluebells. "Does he hate me? My highness can't hate me!" I sob into my hands, only to be pulled into a warm, welcoming hug from Hannah. She stroked my blonde hair, staying silent. I could tell something was amiss when I heard Claude's soft voice.
"You think I hate you?" I was suddenly pulled out of Hannah's arms and into his. I cried into his chest, not believing his words once he spoke again. "Alois," he said, taking my head in his hands. Formalities didn't matter anymore. "I don't hate you. I love you. I love you so much it hurts and I hate how I can't show it all to you."
I look up at him, frowning and shoving him away. "You can start by just hugging me. You avoided me!" I continue to cry, not being able to stop. I wonder how my body is able to hold this much fluid.
He walked away, not looking back. "Yeah!" I screamed. "Run away from your problems!"
I fall to my knees, sobbing.
Soon, I find sleep.

Waking up, I groan and turn, only to find two arms wrapped tighter around me. "I'm sorry," Claude says into my ear. I turn around, still not accepting his apology. "I love you, I just don't know how to show it. You show so much emotion and I'm just... I can't." He sighs, stroking my cheek. I lean my head in, humming happily.
"I finally accept."
His lips brushed against mine, kissing me. The kiss heated up and I ended up on top of Claude while his hands gripped my hips, grinding against him. Nothing would stop us...
That is, until Hannah cleared her throat and pointed to Luka stirring around and waking up. I got up and blushed deeply, never wanting my little brother to see me doing something like that. And Hannah just ignored us. I bit my lower lip, thinking about how Claude and I should probably fool around when Luka's asleep again.
"I love you, my highness."
"I love you too, Alois."
We hug and hear a small 'awww' coming from Luka. I smiled.

Claude and I were more in love than ever, Hannah just sat by and watch with a smile as she took care of Luka. Luka saw me and Claude as some sort of father and son thing, when really... It was far from that.
Almost every night we would walk a good distance away from my sleeping brother and make love, allowing Hannah to sleep as well.
Hannah was the mother, Luka the small child and I was the boy with the boyfriend.
I loved our family.
I was glad I was in my little dream world.
Things are completely perfect here.
Thank you, Ciel, for allowing me to see this beautiful world.
Thank you.
"I love you too, Claude," I panted after Claude laid down, we had just finished. He pulled me in, whispering sweet nothings.
Yes, thank you.

The end.