He was rather glad he didn't argue with that man. His home/inn was not only comfortable, but the man's wife sure could cook. He was kind of shocked that there was enough room for them all when he first met the man, but looking at the size of his house, he now understood how it was all possible. Mrs. Modd seemed to fawn over Laki, apparently they had never had any children and that's why they opened the inn. They would often let young couples stay here for cheap.

Fredrick was out first thing in the morning, so he didn't have any time to ask any questions. He didn't seem to work the inn at all. How did he earn his income?

"Don't worry about Fred, dear. His work is stressful, sometimes I wish he would retire, but with how things are, I seriously doubt it." The middle aged woman said, cleaning up after the large breakfast that Mira had helped her with.

"What does he do?" Mira asked, cleaning off the table.

The old woman giggled. "I'm surprised that he didn't tell you. My husband is the delegate for the capital."

Mira almost dropped the dishes she was holding, while he was kind of left in shock. The one person he had to run into was a member of parliament. "How long has he been in office?"

"Fred? He started campaigning around the same time as Magnus Knud did. They used to be friends years ago, but the two of them took different paths to power. Magnus got plenty of donations from very rich clients. His pockets are dirty, he even married into a donor's family just so he could get more status and money for himself. Then they had that boy of theirs." The woman frowned at that.

"What about Fredrick? How did he get to be a delegate?" Mira asked.

Mrs. Modd smiled. "Fred loves people, as you know he tends to look out for those in need. The donors want him out of office, but the people love him. No matter what they do, Fred's there to stay." The woman put the last of the dishes in the sink. "But enough about boring politics. Tell me more about that baby of yours." She said her focus now on Mira.

He couldn't help but smile as they launched into a conversation about their son. It was nice to talk about something positive before they went out and started looking. He still wouldn't tell them what they were really there for. There was no reason to get anyone's hopes up. They would go "sightseeing" and they would be none the wiser to what he was doing.

Last night, he didn't get the best greeting when he walked through the door. Lisanna was a little mad at him for being out so late, apparently he had missed Xenia showing off what her eyes were. He could have told her that it wasn't that much of a surprise. It had to be something different than his own and she would have a great teacher with his father.

Now, he sat back in his office, waiting once again. Magnus was late. He was supposed to bring him the reports for his new budget. Now that he had the money was approved, he could work on using it properly. They needed to replace equipment and uniforms, along with scouting more recruits. It would help set the stage. The war would be delivered at Magnus's feet quicker than expected.

As if on cue, Magnus punched in the code and was walking into his office. "Excuse my tardiness, I had a little problem to deal with." The man almost cringed as he passed him the file.

"Is this everything?" He said scanning through the file.

The man scrunched his nose. "Yes, I would have gotten here faster if it wasn't for Senator Modd. I swear, that man just needs to let go."

He offered the Prime Minister a seat. "Tell me, what problem can just one senator cause?" He almost chuckled to himself.

Magnus looked extremely annoyed. "He tried everything to keep this budget from passing. Everyone knows how important the rise in the military spending is. They've seen the intel from Fiore, thanks for providing that by the way." The man gave him a snide smile.

Strangely, he wasn't disgusted with Magnus. "Modd, is harmless. He just doesn't understand the gravity of the situation."

"He thinks that we could reach out to Fiore and try some peaceful negotiations. Not only that, his words have spread to the voters. I fear that he will cause much distress in the upcoming election." Magnus said, angrily.

As much as he wanted to rub the situation in Magnus's face, he needed the man to stay Prime Minister. "Does the man intend to run for your position?"

"From all of my sources, he has already started his campaign. If I don't put a stop to his actions, then everything will be discovered and the war, your revenge, all of this would be for nothing!" He could already hear the panic in the older man's voice.

Now this was a problem. Without Magnus, he couldn't keep running this from behind the scenes. He need access to the countries funds. Not only that, Raven Tail was entitled to their revenge. The King of Fiore needed to taken down at all costs.

'What do you think we should do?' Cetus said in the back of his mind. He had almost forgot the presence of the demon that lurked there.

'That I don't know.' He thought back, receiving a chuckle.

'I know what you wish to do. Go ahead and suggest it, the problem would just go away.' The demon's voice said tempting him.

'No problem goes away.' He thought back.

It laughed again. 'It does if it's timed right. Imagine, if you will, that our dear senator suffered a terrible accident right before we launched our plans for war. He would be out of the way and we would be back on track.'

The way that Cetus spoke had him thinking. Was this senator's life that important? If he planned everything out, they could make it look like spies from Fiore were behind it. Modd would be out of the way and serve them at the same time. It was a win-win for them.

Before his conscience could catch up with him, he spoke his plan. "What if Senator Modd suffered an accident?"

He watched as Magnus's panic seemed to fade, an eerie smile edged onto his face. "What do you have in mind?"

He crossed his arms, smirking to himself as he did so. "All we need to do is make sure that the public thinks Fiore is behind the attack. If we do that, all of our bases are covered." He couldn't stop the wicked grin that was spreading across his face.

In the back of his head, he could hear Cetus cheering him on. 'You see, you want to do this.'

He couldn't argue. What was on the line was more important than just some man's ideals. He wouldn't sacrifice all of their work. They had worked too hard for that. He had worked too hard for that.

His parents looked to be out of the house. Now that he was looking at the time, he could tell that they must have gone out for a little bit, probably to get some groceries or something like that.

Today he wasn't alone though, he had no idea how they would react to Kit and Edvin both being in the house nor would was he looking forward to their thoughts concerning their very unorthodox relationship.

Edvin was laying on his stomach looking through one of his books, while Kitt had gone sitting on the floor, next to him. Looking over his shoulder at the book, Ed was flipping through.

"When are they going to get back? I'm starving." Ed said, finally putting the book down.

He leaned against the closet door. "I don't know. Just be patient."

Kitt raised his hand. "I could always make something." He offered.

He shook his head. "Papa would he angry if we messed around in his kitchen."

Kitt gave him a smile. "I was talking about making us a meal, but if you want to try doing it in the kitchen in my apartment…"

He almost face palmed. "Get your mind out of the gutter."

"Too late." Kitt laughed. "I'll just save the idea for later."

"You know saying stuff like that will never get my parents to agree to this." He almost snapped.

This time Ed was the one that laughed. "I don't think your parents are the ones we need to worry about. Just wait until my mother hears about this. I swear to you that she will faint."

"Are you going to tell them that the three of us are together or are you just going for the roommate angle?" Kitt asked, placing his hand on the small of the redheads back.

The boy let out a small gasp. "The roommate deal should be fine for now."

"What about Cecilia? Your fiancé." He asked, gaining himself a frown from the redhead.

"I want to call it off, but I don't think my parents will let me at this point. Her family is loaded and all they see is dollar signs." Ed sighed.

He nodded, his last encounter with Mrs. Knud wasn't a fond memory for him. She seemed more focused on etiquette than whether her guests were happy.

"Fuck'em, it's your life." Kitt said, not taking his hand off of the other boy.

"You try telling your parents that you're going to go against everything they ever wanted and tell me how that works out for you!" Edvin said, pushing himself up and away from Kitt.

Kitt lifted his hands up, in front of him. "Come on man, chill. I was just saying that you should do what you want to do."

"What I want to do, huh." Edvin said with a cunning smile on his face.

He knew where this was going. "As much as I would like to watch you two go at it. I don't think my parents would appreciate it if we did that here."

"You know as well as I do that they'll be fine with it." Kitt said standing up. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm going to raid the fridge. There has to be something down there that we can have without destroying Ivan's kitchen."

The blunette was out the door and down the stairs before he could stop him. He was about to make his way out the door, when Edvin pulled himself up and passed by him, following Kitt down the stairs.

When he finally made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen, he almost cursed as he noticed the number of pots and pans on the counter. "What are you doing?!"

He turned his head to find Edvin in the fridge. "How many eggs do you need?"

"I don't know. Vik, how many eggs do you want?" Kitt asked tossing a pan on the stove.

"You're making breakfast? Its half past noon." He said quirking his eyebrows upward.

"Why not, it's the least messy. We can cook, eat, and clean up before your parents get home." Kitt said, looking around for something. "Do you have any butter?"

Before he could answer, Ed dropped some off on the counter, along with the carton of eggs. "Anything else?"

Kitt gave the redhead a devilish smile. "Maybe later."

He almost groaned. Were the two of them going to be this horny from now on? Rolling his eyes, he set himself, to start putting away the mess that Kitt had already created.

It didn't take Kitt long, eggs didn't take long to make anyway, but he still worried that his parents would come home and his dad wasn't the friendliest when it came to other people in his space. Even Lisanna was kicked out from time to time.

"Hey Vik, where are the plates at?" Ed asked, while he was spacing out.

"What?" He asked still a little out of it.

"The plates…Where are they? Or are we going to have to eat with our hands?" The redhead joked with him.

"Oh, over there." He said pointing at the cabinet.

Now that he was watching the two of them, he could see how this could work. Kitt seemed comfortable making food. Ed seemed to know what Kitt needed and he didn't even realize that he had started cleaning up before they were done. Heck, now that he was looking down, he could see that he was washing the pan that Kitt had used.

Kitt on the other hand was looking putting some bread in the toaster, while Ed had ran off into the dining room with the plates and some forks. Followed by some butter and jam. He guessed that he was setting the table.

He wiped his forehead as he looked over the kitchen. He had kept it clean, that was the important thing.

Leaving for the dining room, he almost ran into Kitt's back in the doorway. "Why did you stop, Kitt?" He felt his stomach drop, maybe his parents were home.

Kitt's hand came up, the one without the plate full of eggs and toast. "He set the table."

Well yeah, he already knew that. "That's no reason to stop….." His voice trailed off when he saw the table. He knew Edvin grew up rich, but he never guessed that the boy had ever set a table in his life. He was wrong. Everything was set up perfectly. Hell, the boy even put a different table cloth on and folded the cloth napkins his parents had for special occasions on their plates. And they weren't just folded down the center. He head folded them in some fancy design.

The redhead blushed as he caught their stares. "Oh…do you not like it?"

He blinked a couple of times. "No, its fine. We just weren't expecting it to look so fancy."

This time Ed cocked his head to the side. "This is fancy?"

"How the hell do people set the table where you're from that makes this not fancy?" Kitt said, putting down the plate of food.

If anything Ed blushed even redder. The boy must have felt a little out of place. He wasn't used to casual dining after all. He guessed he needed to get the boy's mind off of his embarrassment.

He walked over and planted a kiss on the redhead's forehead. "It looks great Ed, let's eat."

Ed looked up at him, nodding as the three of them finally sat down.

They spent most of their time eating, making jokes back and forth, sometimes getting stuck on random topics. Surprisingly, Kitt knew a lot more about politics than he thought.

"Why aren't you studying to be a politician?" He asked. He never knew the blunettes interest in the subject.

"Because I would rather be a mage. Besides, working in politics looks like it would be a boring job." Kitt snapped back.

"Not to mention all of the people watching your every move." Ed said, leaning back in his chair with a frown. Maybe they should change the subject. "So what about you Ed? What do you want to do with your life?"

The redhead seemed to freeze up at that question.

"Come on, you can tell us." Kitt said leaning back in his own chair.

Kitt looked up from his plate. "Well, I've never thought about it. My future was planned from the moment I was born. So, I don't know. I know I don't want to do what my father does, but I really have no clue."

He let out a sigh. "I wasn't really given a choice either, in the beginning."

He felt both sets of eyes fall on him. "Speaking of which, I don't think I've ever heard a story about your childhood ever. I bet Ed and you have some good ones." Kitt said laughing.

"No, I didn't meet Vik till we were around 14. But you've never told me anything about your childhood either. What was it like to grow up with two dads?"

Now it was his turn to freeze up. He didn't want to answer this question. He wasn't ready to face their reactions to it. "So who wants to go out for dessert? I think I can get some extra money…"

"Vik, why won't you tell anything about when you were a kid?" Ed asked.

"Yeah, there's no reason to be so secretive about it." Kitt said leaning forward.

"Can we please change the subject?" He asked, but both of them shook their heads.

"I don't see the problem, your parents are awesome. Growing up with them couldn't have been that bad." Ed started.

"That's because I didn't grow up with them!" He snapped. "There happy. You've discovered the huge mystery. Congratulations!"

Both of them looked at him in shock. "Why weren't you with them? You're their son." Ed asked, apparently they wanted more information.

He almost growled. "They didn't have much of a choice in the matter. The same goes for my brother too. I wasn't with them until about a week before I met Ed."

Both boys continued to look at him in disbelief. "But how?"

"Because they didn't know I existed until then. There happy?!" He just wanted his conversation to be over with. The two of them looked floored. He knew he had said that he said too much. This wasn't the right time to talk about this. "So can we please change the subject?"

With that both of them nodded, he figured that they had to be speechless.

But they had no time to say anything, as he heard the front door open. He felt himself start to get up from the table. It was time to introduce his parents to both of his boyfriends. He wondered how they would take it.

To Be Continued….

Author's Note

So Ed and Kitt are closer to finding out about Vik's past, but not by much. Bickslow is becoming a lot darker than he was in the first story, but after living with a demon in his body for 3 years and being in the position that he is in, it's easy to see how he's starting to be corrupted.