He had frozen in place. Both of his parents were home, he could hear them talking in the front room.
The eyes of both of his boyfriends looked up at him. Almost questioning him, wondering what his next move would be.
He let out a sigh as they finally walked into the kitchen. He couldn't read what the two of them were thinking.
Their first observations would be that there were two people in that house that didn't live there. Under normal circumstances, a parent wouldn't question such a thing, but he had a history with both of the boys in the room. Neither could just be explained as just friends.
Their second observation would be the state of the dining room. Not only did Edvin decorate it, but the dirty plates would bring up the question of how the kitchen was used.
His body stiffened as his father gave him a once over. "Vik, did you use the kitchen?"
He looked away from his father quickly, as his dad left to look over the possible mess.
Remy crossed his arms and sighed. "You know that you're just as useless as I am in there."
Before he could stop him, Kitt had to make his presence known, well more than he already was. "Vik wasn't the one cooking." The boy blushed. "I was."
At that, his dad almost stomped out of his kitchen. "You used my kitchen without permission." He could already hear the anger in his dad's voice. He knew the man liked his personal space.
Across the room, Edvin twittled his thumbs. "Vik did try and stop us, but we were tired of waiting for you to return."
His face snapped over to the redhead, didn't he say that they needed to ease their way into his conversation? Now they were sure to ask questions.
As if on cue, his father tilted his head to the side. "Why were you waiting for us? I know that Ivan can cook, but you could have told us that there was going to be company. You didn't have that long to wait anyway."
Ivan almost growled. "You may have kept it clean, but I still don't appreciate the intrusion."
Vik almost glared at the redhead and the blunette. Both of them giving him skittish looks.
His father let out a cough. He could feel both of their eyes on him now. They weren't stupid, looking at them now, he could tell they were using their mental link.
"So, Edvin, I didn't expect to see you over here." His father said, not blinking.
Oh, this was bad. Really bad. His father only got that look when he was interrogating people.
Edvin though just shrugged and he felt light headed. The boy had no idea what kind of hole he was digging himself.
His father looked over the redhead again and he could tell that the gears were turning. Remy had never forgiven Edvin for his actions all those years ago. It must have been confusing to have the boy in his house.
Secretly, he hoped that his father would keep all of his questions directed at the redhead, but he could already see his father's intentions. As his eyes were now on Kitt. He was going to go around the room and ask until he got an answer and knowing the blunette, he didn't stand a chance. The cat was going to be out of the bag.
"Kitt, why is Edvin here?" For some reason, his father looked a little remorseful towards the water mage. Perhaps, his father liked Kitt, but why was he pitying him?
Kitt just leaned back in his chair with a wild grin on his face. He groaned, he knew what was coming. The boy had a lack of filter sometimes.
"He's fucking your son." Kitt said point blank, putting his hands behind his head and propping his feet up on the table.
He face palmed as Edvin blushed. He couldn't look at his parents, but they probably had their mouths gaped open in shock or where glaring at him in disapproval.
"Viktor Resus! Explain yourself!" His father sounded enraged.
He snapped his eyes over to his dad, but found no sympathy there either. "Like you have any room to talk." He said under his breath. He was readying himself so that he could bolt out the door, when his father grabbed his arm.
"You're not running this time Viktor. Now sit and explain." He caught his father eye. He looked livid.
They already knew he was gay, so why were they so mad? "This is not a big deal." He said quietly. "Do you not like Edvin?"
The other boy shifted in his seat, not answering. Probably embarrassed at how he was being the center of attention and ignored at the same time.
His father placed his hands on his hips. "That's not the issue."
"What about Kitt? I thought you liked him?" Ivan asked, looking slightly confused, probably by how happy go lucky Kitt was.
Kitt laughed in his chair. "He's screwing me to."
"Kitt!" Both he and Edvin jumped on him this time.
"What? We were planning on telling them anyway, why delay the inevitable?" The water mage said, smarting off.
Behind him he heard a loud thud, be spun to find his dad on the floor. The man must have fainted.
"Ivan!" His father was down on the floor in seconds, checking his dad's vitals.
He looked down at the ground, all of this was his fault.
His dad came to, in a matter of minutes, but the room remained quiet. No one was really willing to speak anymore. Even Kitt had shut his mouth.
He could see both of his parents, looking at him. Neither looked angry anymore, but they still seemed at odds with the idea.
Remy sighed. "So my son is a man whore."
He blinked, before breaking out into laughter. Is that what they really thought?
"Viktor, this is no laughing matter! What if you get a disease of some sort?" Ivan said irritated with his amusement.
"But how can he get something if he's only with me and Kitt?" He hadn't expected for the redhead to say anything.
"Wait, wait. Hold the phone here. What are you saying?" Remy asked, looking perplexed.
He took a deep breath. It was now or never. "We are kind of in a three way relationship."
His parents looked at him as if he grew two heads. "You're what?"
Kitt laughed again. "The three of us are bumping uglys."
"How does that even work?" Ivan seemed at a loss.
This time they all shrugged. "We're figuring that out." Kitt answered.
His parents glanced between him and the other two boys. Finally, his father smiled. "Are you happy, Vik?"
He stood there shocked, were they really going to accept this? "Yes."
Ivan sighed, placing a hand behind his head. "I guess there is nothing we can do about it. If it's what you want, we are fine with it."
He couldn't believe it, they were going to accept this. "I told you that you were fine." Kitt said.
His eyes found Edvin, who seemed to relax a bit, but he knew that this was only the beginning for the redhead. The next part would be incredibly difficult. Maybe it would be better if they did just say that they were roommates. Prime Minster Knud and his wife didn't look like they were people to be crossed.
To his surprise, his father walked up to Edvin. But instead of looking wary, he seemed to understand the situation. "If you need someone to talk to, Ivan and I always will always have an open home."
The boy nodded nervously. "I just don't want them to hate me."
"If they truly love you, then they could never hate you." His father said. "Now, why don't the three of you go upstairs for a bit Ivan can work on a large dinner for all of us? Lisanna and Xenia will be over as well."
He raised an eyebrow. "What about Bickslow?"
His dad sighed. "He's just been so busy lately. He'll be around more once all of this is over with."
He almost felt a little guilty. He had made plans with Bickslow to train tomorrow. The fact that his brother had not been spending time with his family was disheartening to say the least. Maybe he could talk to him about it.
"But enough about that, get upstairs, but no funny business. I don't want to hear any strange noises before dinner." His father said with a smile on his face.
With that the three of them bolted up the stairs. All three happy for being accepting for who they were.
Remy leaned against the counter, while Ivan prepared dinner. While he was happy for his youngest son, even though the situation was strange, he was still annoyed with his older child.
Over the last three years, Bickslow had become more distant than he liked them to be. He rarely came by to see him or Ivan, nor did he spend time with Vik. His own wife had trouble pulling him away from work and while he fawned over Xenia, he had missed a great deal of her life. He thought that the boy would have learned from his and his father's mistakes and stayed there for everything.
"You know if you frown too long, your face will stay that way." Ivan joked.
He sighed. "I'm just worried."
"Vik seems to be fine. I don't understand it, but who are we to judge. I mean look at us." Ivan said.
He looked up. "I'm not worried about Vik. It's the other one that has me on edge."
Ivan sighed. "That we can agree on. It just not the same that it used to be, ever since he merged with that demon."
He looked down at the floor. "If we were paying better attention, Phineas never would have been caught."
Ivan pulled his chin up. "You know as well as I do that there was nothing we could have done. Bickslow acted without consulting us."
He looked up into his lovers eyes. "But it happened. He's our child. It was our job to protect him, not the other way around."
"Again, there was nothing we could do. We didn't have time to even talk with him. Remember what we were planning to do. Now that I think back on it, none of us were thinking clearly." Ivan pointed out.
He gave his husband a small frown. "Yeah, we should have planned better just in case we were found."
"We got cocky, we did evade Fiore for over 20 years. But we can't focus on the past, Remy. We have to move forward." Ivan said, giving him an endearing smile.
He leaned his head forward, kissing Ivan's forehead. No matter what happened. Ivan always seemed to know how to make him feel better. "You're right. I think I'm going to have a talk with Bickslow tomorrow."
"That's probably a good idea." Ivan said giving him a kiss.
He leaned back into the counter, smirking into the kiss as a strong smell hit his nose. His eyes flashed open at the same time that Ivan pulled away.
"Shit!" He could tell that the food on the stove had burned. He smirked to himself. It had been a long time since Ivan had burned anything. It was such a rare occurrence that when it did happen, teasing the other was a give in.
"Dear, I don't really like my meat well done." He snickered under his breath.
Ivan growled. "Note taken, Dear….so is rare good for you?" He said, snapping a little.
He just smirked. "Only in the bedroom."
He loved catching his lover off guard, as his words had caused Ivan to drop his knife and blush. "You and your dirty mind."
"You know you love it." He said, watching Ivan try and regain his composure. Ivan snorted and jumped as he came behind him and embraced him. "What would I do without you?"
"Probably die." Ivan said sarcastically.
He frowned, knowing that was really the case. Ivan and he couldn't live without each other. It was one of the hardest facts about their relationship. That when the day came, both of them would leave their families behind forever. He just hoped that before that day, he could help Bickslow see the light again.
To Be Continued…
Author's Note
We are finally going to be getting back into the meat of the story. Next time look forward to Ivan and Remy being back in the action and some training between Bickslow and Vik.