A/N: Hello readers! Well, I've decided to try something a little different. I've never written a complete AU before. This story, however, will be a total AU. I don't write AU and I normally don't even read AU, but this idea came to my head and I decided to run with it. If you've read my other stories, you know that I keep the language and many other themes (aside from sexual themes) incredibly tame, but this story will not do that, so you've been warned. Because it's not canonical, I just don't feel the need to be careful about anything I write in this regard. Even if you don't like AU, just give it a chance. It's more about their relationship than anything. Also, if you've read my other stories, just know that this one will likely be significantly longer than my others. I would love to get a lot of feedback on this since it's something I've never tried before, so I look forward to hearing from everyone. Story wise, the only thing you should be aware of is that each chapter will be in either Remus's or Sirius's perspective, sometimes both. The title of the chapter will clue you in to whose perspective it will be because it won't necessarily be Remus then Sirius then Remus then Sirius, etc. But even without the chapter title, it will be pretty obvious.

Disclaimer: Of course, nothing belongs to me except this particular story line and a few original characters.

This story is rated M for language, sexual content, and some violence and drug use.

All right then; let's just get to it!

Also: if anyone is interested in creating any fan art for this story, I would love you forever! I would love to see a picture of them under the stars (see chapter 17), but I'm not picky! PM me!


Chapter 1: The Blacks

Sirius Black was standing in his kitchen grasping a cup of tea tightly in his hands. It was a hot summer day and he had just come back from a long run, but despite his body's current temperature, the tea was just a habit he had picked up over the years. At that moment, he was glancing out of the large glass door in front of him in order to keep an eye on the man mowing his back yard. Sirius lived in a large, Victorian home with Tudor revival features in a wealthy neighborhood in northeastern Brooklyn, New York. His yard was not enormous, but in the heat of midday, he could see the sweat dripping down the bare front and back of the man in his yard. Occasionally, the man would use a dirty towel to wipe his face clean of sweat or take a swig of—surely very hot—water from the water bottle shoved into the pocket of his shorts. The man kept running his fingers through his not-too-long, straight, dirty blonde hair in order to get it out of his face, but several strands continued to fall in his face. His shirt was off and tossed over the one side of the Blacks' large deck, and Sirius found his eyes lingering for a bit too long.

The man outside—who could not be any older than Sirius—was in perfect shape. He was tall and thin, but not too thin, and his arms, stomach, and back were incredibly toned from what Sirius could tell. Sirius worked hard to keep his body looking good, but he had to admit that this man he couldn't take his eyes off of could give him a run for his money. Just then, Sirius heard the lawn mower die, and he watched as the man bent over to pick up some twigs and things from the ground that he apparently did not want to get stuck in the mower. It was then that Sirius noticed more of what the man had to offer. Damn, he's got a nice ass, Sirius thought to himself. Sirius's face suddenly reddened at the thought, but that did not stop him from tilting his head slightly as if that would give him a better view of it. Just when the man stood upright again and the mower came back to life, Sirius heard a shriek behind him.

"Is that his dirty shirt hanging on our newly finished deck?" Sirius looked behind him and saw that his wife had just walked into the kitchen, eyes blazing.

"Pris, it's fine," Sirius said with an eye roll. Last summer, only a month out of law school, Sirius had married his long time girlfriend, Priscilla Prewett, the daughter of a wealthy family that had been close with Sirius's family for years. Since they were kids, the Prewetts and the Blacks had determined that Sirius and Priscilla would be married when they were old enough. Sirius came from a family of old money whose ancestors could be traced back to nobility in medieval England, and Priscilla's relatives had made their money in the California gold rush. Although the match was expected from each of them, the expectation had not stopped Sirius from falling in love with Priscilla when they were only teenagers. She was his first love, and although sometimes he wasn't sure if it was because of his family or because of the comfort of an old friend, he had married her just the same. He didn't particularly love Priscilla passionately, but she was the only person who he felt accepted him unconditionally, despite every opportunity she had taken in the last several months to point out all of his flaws.

For the two of them, the honeymoon was most certainly over. After the marriage, Priscilla had changed. She went from the sweet, smart, mildly funny girl Sirius had always known, to a shrill control freak who Sirius could never seem to satisfy. He didn't know what had happened. Maybe it was the money and the responsibility that came with it (after the marriage, both of their parents had given them a significant amount of money to begin their lives with and had opened their trust funds completely—Sirius also received a significant salary as a lawyer for his father's law firm), or maybe it was the pressure of being a wife (every day, she would tell Sirius about an exhausting conversation she had had with her mother about how to please a husband); whatever it was, Sirius was growing weary of it. Still, Sirius loved her and she loved him. Although she could wear on his nerves at times, at the end of the day, she was still the only person that he could talk to despite the current situation.

"Excuse me!" Priscilla yelled as she slid the glass door open and ran out onto the deck flailing her arms. "Excuse me! You! Hello!" The man glanced up and saw Priscilla waving her arms madly before he turned off the lawn mower. Sirius was standing in the doorway, still unable to take his eyes off the man in front of him. Sirius's stomach did a strange flip when the man looked up at Priscilla with somewhat confused eyes and Sirius was able to get a good look at his face for the first time. He was incredibly attractive. His face had sharp lines and his jaw was firm and masculine, but his eyes were soft and somewhat playful. Sirius licked his lips involuntarily as he felt his mouth go dry from longing as he stared at the man. Slightly breaking Sirius from his reverie, Priscilla said, "Could you please move your shirt? We just had our deck finished." She gave him a fake smile before she turned away and stomped back into the house. The man looked like he wanted to roll his eyes, but he smiled back and grabbed his shirt as he looked up at Sirius. He smiled at Sirius before he looked down and chuckled briefly as he put his shirt into his back pocket. When he started up the lawn mower again, Sirius slid the door closed and turned to Priscilla.

"Jesus, Pris, it wasn't a big deal," he said. He sat down at the high table in their kitchen and faced where she was standing behind the refrigerator door. "It was just a shirt. It's hot out."

Priscilla slammed the refrigerator door after pulling out a water bottle. She had just gotten back from a lunch with her mother and was dressed like a perfect New York socialite in her ivory lace dress with a high collar. Sirius hated to see her like that, but he knew the expectations put on her by her family and his were steep, and that she had to keep up certain appearances in order to please them. "Ugh, Sirius, do you even care about the deck?" she said agitatedly. She was standing by the table Sirius was sitting at as she took a large drink of her water.

"No," he said with a slight look of disbelief on his face. "It's just a deck and it's almost a hundred degrees out."

Priscilla looked as if Sirius had just slapped her. "Of course you don't care about the deck!" she screeched. "You don't care about anything! It's just something nice that we've done for our new house. Our kids will play on that deck—"

"I doubt our kids will care that the deck they're playing on is finished or if the man who does our lawn put his shirt on it. 'Oh, kids, let go outside and sit on the deck.' 'Sure, dad! – Wait? Has the deck been recently finished? And did the yard guy put his shirt on it?'" Sirius rolled his eyes and got up from the table. He walked past Priscilla so he wouldn't have to see the nasty look on her face. He rinsed out his tea cup and pulled his water bottle from the cabinet to fill it up with water. "And when are you going to start using the water bottle I gave you? You know those plastic bottles are bad for the environment, and they're a waste of money." Priscilla scoffed right before she stormed out of the kitchen. Sirius just shook his head as he sat down at the table again, sipping from his bottle and reading the paper the maid had laid out for him.

Several minutes later, Sirius nearly jumped from his skin when he heard a knock on the glass door. He turned around and saw the man who had been mowing his lawn, shirt on, standing at the door. Sirius hurried to open the door and motioned for him to come inside. "It's hot, come in," he said quickly. He went to the cabinet again and poured the man a glass of ice water. "Thirsty?" Sirius said as he handed him the glass.

"Oh, thanks, man," he said as he drank the water down quickly. Sirius laughed a little as he took the glass from the man and filled it up again. This time, the man drank it slower, and Sirius motioned for him to have a seat. "No, it's fine," he said. "I just came in to give you the bill." The man was wearing a white, v-neck t-shirt and jeans that had been cut off to make shorts that came to his mid-thigh. The shirt was covered in dirt and the jeans were tinged with green. The man had dirt smeared on his face where he had wiped it with his towel that was now hanging from his back pocket. He was still covered in sweat, but Sirius thought he had never seen a sexier specimen in his life. He looked him up and down and he felt a twitch below his waist and a jolt in his stomach before he tore his eyes away and took the bill from the man's hand.

"And I didn't even have to marry you to get it," Sirius said with a smirk. The man laughed, and after looking at his estimate, Sirius said, "Shit. I remember when my parents would force me to mow the lawn for free." The man raised his eyebrows and Sirius laughed and said, "Okay, okay, I never had to mow the lawn as a kid. Rich parents, and all. But this is crazy."

"You could always mow your own lawn," the man offered. This time it was Sirius who raised his eyebrows, and the man laughed and put his hands up in a show of surrender. He set his glass down and headed towards the door he came in from.

"Hey, you can go out the front," Sirius said as he looked at the man like he was crazy.

The man laughed. "It's cool, I need to get my stuff. It was nice talking to you."

"Yeah, you too," Sirius muttered as he turned away, eyes on his bill. "Wait," Sirius turned back to the man whose hand was on the door handle. "Sirius," he said, extending his hand.

The man smiled and wiped his hand down his front before grasping Sirius's own with his. "Remus," he said. When Remus released Sirius's hand, he let his fingers brush against Sirius's skin, sending a shiver through Sirius's body.

"See you in a week or so, then, I guess," Sirius said.

"Well, you'll see someone from my company, at least," Remus said with a smile. Sirius smiled and nodded as Remus turned and walked out of the back door.

Sirius set the bill down on the kitchen table as he walked through the kitchen, the dining room, and into the front hall. He went to the window in their front sitting area and watched as Remus loaded the equipment into his van with LUPIN LAWN CARE sprawled across the side. When Remus bent over to scoop more of his stuff into his large, white van, Sirius looked at him once again. I would give anything to grab that ass, Sirius thought. It wasn't too big, but it was big enough to grab, and Sirius could see his glut muscles flex as Remus bent over. As the van drove off, Sirius shook his head and furrowed his brow as he thought about Remus.


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Remus frowned and sat down right before his father spoke softly. "He was here, Remus. He came here looking for you."