A/N: This story is a sequel to my story "Spectacular Views." Although you may likely be able to read along with everything, there will be significant backstories you will miss if you don't read that story first.

Summary: It took Remus Lupin and Sirius Black a long time to find each other, and when they did, there were a few minor complications. Remus was working for Sirius, and Sirius was married… to a woman. After they could no longer deny their attraction to each other, they gave into their desires. There were struggles along the way, but eventually, Remus and Sirius overcame all and got married just five months after they first met. The prologue is an introduction to the story that takes place during their honeymoon, but the story actually begins a few years later. Our boys couldn't be happier, but there are of course trials ahead: Sirius gets a new job and Remus takes over the family business. Read along to see what's in store.

The View From Now On

Prologue: A Florentine Holiday

"Aw, fuck…" Sirius moaned. "Yes, god, just like that. Shit…"

"Sirius, will you calm down over there?" came Remus's muffled voice.

Sirius brought his head out of his face pillow and looked over at Remus. "Jealous, Rem?"

Remus lifted his head and looked back at Sirius. "Jealous about what? Jealous that the masseuse has his hands on you, making you moan like that? Hardly. I get to do that every day for the rest of my life."

Sirius laughed and reached out a hand to hold Remus's as he turned his face back into his pillow. They were into the second week of their three-week honeymoon in Florence, Italy, and Sirius absolutely never wanted it to end. They had spent over a week free from the stresses of their lives in New York doing exactly what they had said they wanted to do in Florence. Most of their time was spent in the villa that Sirius had rented in the woods of northern Florence drinking wine, making love, and relaxing, but some days they would leave and see Florentine architecture or historic museums and monuments. It was called the birthplace of the Renaissance for a reason, but when he was in bed with Remus each night, he had a hard time recalling his own name, let alone the history of Italian culture.

Today they had taken a trip into the downtown area of Florence to do some sightseeing, shopping, and to get a massage at the place James's mom had suggested to them, which is where they currently were.

"Can we go back to our place after this?" Sirius asked Remus, his voice muffled by the face pillow.

"We have dinner reservations in two hours," Remus's own muffled voice replied.

"Yeah, but this massage has me all hot and bothered," Sirius said. "I just want to go back and have my way with you."

Remus laughed. "You're lucky these guys don't speak English."

Sirius smiled. "Even if they did, I would tell you that I want to be in your mouth, and I want you to be inside me right now. I don't know how long I can wait."

Remus looked at Sirius again, only to see that Sirius was already looking him like a starving man would look at a steak. Remus could feel himself heat up at Sirius's gaze.

"Stop, Sirius," Remus said breathily.

Sirius dropped Remus's hand and slid it up Remus's arm. Remus's eyes fluttered closed, and he muttered a protest again before he opened his eyes and looked at Sirius again. They looked at each other for a long moment before Remus sat up on the massage table. Sirius caught a glimpse of Remus's member before Remus stood up and wrapped his towel around his waist. Sirius stood up as well and wrapped his own towel around his waist. Both masseuses looked extremely confused.

"No massaggio più?" Remus's masseuse asked him.

"Uh… non," Remus said. "Mi… uh… mi dispiace," he said in the little bit of Italian he knew as he began to head for the door. All of their belongings were in the changing area in the other room. "Grazie," Remus said as he took Sirius's hand and led them out of the room. "Grazie." As soon as they were in the small locker room area in the spa, Remus pulled Sirius to him and opened his mouth immediately against Sirius's. Sirius sighed into Remus's mouth as he responded to the kiss and put his hands on Remus's hips to yank him closer. Remus wrapped his arms around Sirius's neck and pressed himself as close to Sirius as he could.

"Mmm," Sirius hummed as Remus's mouth moved to Sirius's neck. "There's a… Remus… Shower." Sirius could hardly think with Remus's mouth all over his neck and chest as he pushed them backwards to where he knew a shower was located for people to wash off the massage oils.

Sirius yanked both his and Remus's towels off as he walked them into the shower. After he turned away briefly to turn on the faucet, he turned back to Remus and moaned when he felt Remus's hard length press against his own. Not a moment later, Remus turned Sirius around and pressed Sirius against the wall of the shower, biting Sirius's neck as he did so. He then lifted Sirius's arms above him against the shower wall and intertwined their fingers together as Sirius rested his forehead against the wall.

"Yeah, come on, Remus," Sirius sighed. Remus kicked Sirius's legs apart and rubbed himself on Sirius's entrance, and Sirius muttered a string of curses, begging Remus to go further as his new husband bit and sucked on his neck. Sirius turned to look at Remus, and when Remus's eyes met his, Remus pushed slowly into Sirius. Sirius whimpered and he heard Remus release a low, guttural sound right before he began to make a steady motion in and out of Sirius. Sirius's breath came out in heavy gasps with each of Remus's thrusts, and he began to murmur breathy pleas and commands to Remus, wanting more, faster, and harder. His cock was aching and begging for release, and it only took Remus hitting Sirius's sweet spot one time to make Sirius buck violently and release himself onto the wall of the shower. After a few more thrusts, Remus found his release as well, and he came with a loud grunt. He then dropped Sirius's hands and buried his head in Sirius's neck, still inside Sirius, chest heaving. For a while, the only sound was of the water hitting the tiles in the shower and Remus and Sirius's heavy breathing.

Finally, Remus pulled out of Sirius, and Sirius turned around as Remus braced both arms against the wall on either side of Sirius.

"I love you," Sirius said before he leaned in placed a kiss on Remus's lips. He wrapped his arms around Remus's waist and pulled him close, and Remus dropped his hands from the wall so he could cup Sirius's face in his hands and deepen their kiss. Sirius sighed when Remus's tongue found his, and he has began to feel himself getting hard again already, he wondered if Remus would have this affect on him for the rest of their lives. He couldn't possibly imagine a time when he wouldn't.

A bit later, Remus and Sirius were sufficiently clean of all the massage oils, and they were sitting outside at a fine dining restaurant in downtown Florence.

"It's beautiful here," Remus said, looking out at the city streets.

"Yeah," Sirius said. When Remus looked at him, he saw that Sirius was looking at him, rather than out into the Florentine cityscape. Remus smiled.

"What are you looking at?" Remus said jokingly.

"Oh, I don't know… My beautiful husband, maybe," Sirius said.

"I will never get sick of hearing you say that," Remus said.

"I can't believe we're married," Sirius said. "Why would you ever want to marry a fool like me?"

"I guess I felt sorry for you," Remus said as he leaned forward on his elbows on the table and put his chin in his hands.

Sirius laughed. "I thought that's what it had to be."

Remus raised an eyebrow at Sirius as he gave him a look. "You know that's not why," Remus said. "Really it's because of how sexy you are." Obviously, Remus was only kidding, but that didn't change the fact that Sirius really did look incredibly sexy tonight. He wore a feather light, white silk button down that had the first several button unbuttoned to reveal his muscular chest. Over that, he wore a dark grey blazer with the sleeves rolled up and matching grey slacks that were also rolled up. He looked dressed up for the restaurant, but also casual enough to take a walk on the beach. Remus couldn't help but admire his beauty. Only he could be so dressed up and yet so seemingly casual at the same time. He wore his clothes with cool confidence as he sat leaned back in his chair with one leg crossed over the other and his hands in his lap. He laughed easily and flirted with Remus as if they were on a first date, but he also ordered for both of them and messed with Remus's hair as if they had been married for decades.

It was a warm June night, but it was unusually breezy for Florence so the temperature felt perfect. Remus watched as the wind blew through Sirius's not-too-short, black locks, and he wondered how such an incredible man had ended up as his lover, best friend, and husband in the span of just about five months. Every morning when he woke up next to Sirius, Remus was still in shock.

"You don't look so bad yourself," Sirius said.

Remus opened his mouth to respond right when a little Italian boy ran from the Florentine street up to the fence that separated their table from the sidewalk.

"Hai visto la mia palla?"

"Palla?" Remus said slowly, thinking. After a second, Sirius saw his face light up with understanding. "Your ball?" Remus asked the boy.

"English," the boy responded with a bright smile. "You are American?"

Remus nodded and smiled back at the boy. "Yes, we're from the U.S."

"I'm Gregorio," the boy said with only a light Italian accent, his ball forgotten. "What's your name?"

Remus extended his hand to Gregorio, "I'm Remus," he said. Gregorio took his hand briefly.

"Remus?" Gregorio said when he dropped Remus's hand, wrinkling up his nose. "That's a weird name." Remus laughed as Gregorio turned to Sirius. "What's your name?"

"I'm Sirius," he said.

Gregorio frowned. "Are you making up those names?" he asked, looking back and forth between Remus and Sirius.

They both chuckled, and Sirius responded. "Don't be mad at us, be mad at our parents."

"I'm not mad at you," Gregorio said with a tilt of the head.

"Greg!" A tall, slim, attractive woman with long, wavy dark hair rushed up and turned Gregorio around to face her. She started speaking to him quickly in Italian, and Gregorio talked just as quickly back to her. Gregorio pointed to Remus and Sirius, and that was when the woman finally noticed them.

"Hello," she said slowly. Her accent was much thicker than Gregorio's, and it seemed that she had to think about every word before she said it. "I am Nadia. I am sorry for my son for his bothering of you."

"Oh, no," Remus said quickly. "He was very sweet. He says he lost his ball."

Nadia held up a small black ball in her hand and smiled. "I found it," she said. "We will leave you to your eat."

Remus smiled. "Nice meeting you," he said to Nadia.

"It was nice to meet you, Gregorio," Sirius said to Greg.

"I hope to see you again," he said politely to both Sirius and Remus. Nadia then took Gregorio's hand and with a wave to Sirius and Remus, walked away from them as Gregorio began to talk to his mother in animated Italian.

When Nadia and Gregorio left, Remus smiled and watched their retreating figures for several moments before they were out of sight. He turned back to Sirius who was regarding him curiously.

"Do you want kids?" Remus asked him suddenly.

Sirius thought for a second before he spoke. "I'm a career man," he said. "I've always been so focused on being an attorney and being the best one I could." Sirius smiled when Remus looked mildly crestfallen. "But as I got older and I was so unhappy in my marriage, I realized that I wanted a family. I wanted a spouse and kids to love and to love me. And then I met you, and I realized that I would die if I didn't get it." Remus smiled. "So the short answer is yes. I want kids, and I want them with you."

"When do you want them?" Remus asked.

"If it was anatomically possible, I would insist that we leave this restaurant right now and start trying to make babies," Sirius said. "We definitely have enough sex to have a good go at it."

Remus laughed. "Seriously, when do you want them?"

"Seriously, I'm ready now. We're financially stable—"

"You're financially stable," Remus corrected.

"We're married now," Sirius said with a shrug and a smile. "What's mine is yours."

Remus shook his head. "No, Sirius. Your money is your money, not mine."

"Just shut up," Sirius said with an eye roll.

"No, honestly, Sirius. I don't expect you to support me."

"Oh, so, when I said in my vows that I would do anything and be anything that you ever needed, you thought that came with conditions?"

Remus opened his mouth and closed it when he realized that he was making Sirius upset.

"What's mine is yours, Remus," Sirius said firmly. "And we are financially stable enough to have a kid."

There were a few moments of silence before Remus responded quietly. "How will we do it?"

Sirius shrugged. "There are tons of options. We could get a surrogate. You know, do a little spunk cocktail so we don't know which one of us is the father."

"Spunk cocktail?" Remus said with a laugh. "Really?"

Sirius laughed and shook his head at his own joke. "Or we could go to an agency or we could do foster care or we could go overseas. Whatever you want."

"Whatever we want," Remus corrected. Sirius grinned. "So, you really want to do this?"

"Of course," Sirius said.

"What about… you know…"

Sirius frowned. "I don't know what you mean. You aren't worried about Priscilla, are you?" Sirius asked, referring to his ex-wife.

Remus shook his head quickly. "No, no. I mean, won't it be hard?"

"I'm sure it will be, but we've been through plenty."

Remus nodded. "I know, but I mean because we're gay."

Sirius raised his eyebrows. "Remus, it's 2012 and we live in New York City. It's not 1960s Mississippi."

"Okay, you're right," Remus said with a laugh. "But I'm sure it still won't be terribly easy for us."

"Remus John Lupin," Sirius said as he leaned forward and took Remus's hands in his. "I'm going to give you a baby. If it's the last thing I do, I will give you a baby."

Next Chapter: Years pass. Sirius has something to tell Remus when they get their first night alone for a while.