Remus stood in awe of the tower before him. This was his first time to London and Big Ben was what kept his attention. He had come here to escape; from his family, his lover, his previous life. London would be a fresh start for him, no one knew who he was here and no one from Paris would find him. He felt safe for the first time in years.

His lover, Jimmy, was a hard-handed, stubborn man who he had once thought he could break. He foolishly thought he could change his abusive boyfriend with love and words. He had been wrong. Not only was Jimmy more abusive now, but also insanely possessive of the beautiful Remus, not letting anyone look at him for more than a few seconds. He became jealous when another man happened to catch Remus' eye, he was aggressive to all who admired Remus, but worst of all, he would take his jealousy and anger out on Remus.

His family, no matter how kind, was too conservative and close-minded to have a gay son. He was not welcome in their home and never in a place of worship. He was forever damned to be a dirty sinner in league with the devil in their eyes.

So, because of all this hurt, anger, and pain he had left Paris to come here. To England where his family and friends would never think to look for him. He had a job working for one of the member's of Parliament as a secretary. He started the next day but his landlady suggested he go out and get a feelfor the city.

He eventually pulled his eyes from the great clock and turned to face the Thames River. He looked down at the Parliament building where he would be working as of tomorrow. He sighed and headed back to his apartment.

The apartment was in the warehouse district. It was a converted warehouse and was a wide, bright space with a great view of the river and palace beyond. He laid down and prepared for a restless night.

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He woke early and had a quick breakfast before showering and getting dressed in the grey suit he had chosen for the day. Grey did nothing for him, dulling his sparkling gold eyes and lush blonde hair. He brushed and blow-dried his hair and quickly left. His new boss, Mr. Black was a very kind man of great political stature. He didn't over work his employees and had taken Remus in when none of the other ministers would. He knew enough French to get by and Remus was quickly learning English so that his boss wouldn't have to struggle as much.

When he walked in, Mr. Black's wife Ophelia nodded toward the door. He went over and knocked. He opened the door softly and said with a thick French accent, "It's me, sir. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"My son will be coming by today so please entertain him until I get back. I have meetings all day. There are a few documents I need you to type up, I put them on your desk. If you need any help understanding my writing, ask Lily across the hall. I'll be back by 2 and my son will arrive between 1 and 1:30. Have a nice day and I'll see you later," Mr. Black replied, gathering up his documents and folders containing issues that would be discussed during the meetings, he hurried out, throwing Remus a smile.

Remus smiled back and held the door open for him. He then headed over to his desk and sat down. There, he saw a multiple page report written in neat, even print on legal paper. He turned on his computer and pulled up a new word document. He set into his work and had almost no trouble with it whatsoever. He was so engrossed in his work that he didn't notice the time go by until Ophelia brought him lunch and said he needed to eat. He looked at the clock and was shocked to see it was almost one o' clock. He smiled and thanked her before setting in. Just as he was throwing away his trash from lunch the door opened and the most handsome man Remus had ever seen walked in. He had lush black hair that fell to his shoulders and sharp, intelligent silver eyes. His strong profile reminded Remus of a Roman god. He quickly looked away before the man noticed him staring. He set back to work, typing away.

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Sirius really didn't want to go visit his father, it meant he had to dress nice. He normally wore all black: band tees, Dickies, cargo pants, tank tops, mesh, studs, chains…you get the idea. He also usually had on eyeliner. But no, whenever his father made him come to the Parliament building he had to wear nice clothes that covered his tattoos and he couldn't wear eyeliner and the only black he was allowed was if it were a suit or a nice button up dress shirt.

He arrived at his father's office door and composed himself before going in. His father would probably be mad that he was 5 minutes late but that was no big deal. He opened the door and snuck in quietly. His father had told him that Narcissa had been fired for being incompetent and that he had a new secretary. He glanced over his shoulder and his heart stopped. A beautiful blonde man sat at the secretary desk, typing something his father had written. His golden hair fell in his eyes which were the color of rich honey. His pale, delicate face made him look like an angel. The man glanced up and smiled.

"You must be Sirius," he said in a thick French accent. "Your father won't be back until about two so make yourself at home."

"Yeah, sure," he said, looking the sexy French man up and down. "I don't believe I've met you yet Mr.-"

"Lupin, Remus Lupin sir," he told him with a warm smile. "I'm his new secretary."

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you Remus," he said, sending the blonde a seductive smile. He took great pleasure when Remus blushed. "You don't sound like you're from around here. How much of the city have you seen?"

"Only what's between the airport, my apartment, and here sir," Remus said, his French accent thick with embarrassment. "I just got here a few days ago."

"Oh, well then, maybe I could show you around town," he told Remus, already planning on where he would take the man. Nowhere too rough and nowhere too rich; both would try to steal the man away from him. Somewhere safe where he could show him off. "I don't usually dress like this though, just so you know. My mum makes me where this stuff. She says it has to cover all of my tattoos."

"Tattoos? What are tattoos?" Remus asked, not familiar with the English word.

"You don't know what tattoos are? Body art?" Sirius asked, completely shocked that this angel didn't know. "Well this is a tattoo."

He rolled up his sleeve showing a number of tattoos. He had a black dog, a string of barbed wire around his wrist, a NorCal star, and several others including various phrases and tribal designs. Remus stared in awe and got up from his desk to come get a closer look. He gently took Sirius' arm, turning it gently so that he could take in each image.

"My boyfriend had a few of these…tattoos?" he said, looking up at Sirius to make sure he had said it right. Sirius nodded, trying to hide his disappointment. Of course Remus was taken. "He had my name between his shoulder blades, but I never really liked it. I never really liked him. That's why I'm here—to get away from him." Remus dropped his arm and his smile was gone, as was the sparkle in his eyes.

"Did he…y'know, hit you?" Sirius asked softly.

"Sometimes, whenever I looked at someone else, whenever I did something wrong, whenever he felt like…" Remus trailed off, leaving several more reasons open to Sirius' imagination. "He wouldn't hit me when other people looked at me though, he'd hit them."

"That's terrible," Sirius whispered, shocked that someone could ever do anything bad to the man before him, so sweet and curious. He reached out and took Remus' hand, squeezing it lightly. Gold met silver as they stared into each other's eyes, finding solace in each other. The moment was ruined, however, by his father's return. Remus blushed fiercely and hurried back to his desk before Mr. Black managed to get the door open. When he finally did, he was trying to balance a teetering stack of files and envelopes.

Sirius watched as Remus jumped up and hurried to his father, taking most of the stack. Mr. Black smiled appreciatively at him before moving toward his office. He glanced at Sirius and smiled.

"I hope you've been nice to Remus, son. He's far too nice for you to be teasing," his father chirped.

"He was fine," Remus assured him. "Very kind."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that. He was downright dreadful to my last secretary Narcissa," he heard his father tell Remus. "Come on into my office, Sirius. There are a few things I'd like to discuss with you."

Sirius shot Remus a smile before going into the office.

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Remus smiled softly, going back to work. He hadn't even been here for a day and he'd already made a friend. A very good looking friend at that. 'Jimmy would kill me if he knew about Sirius…' Remus thought before remembering the Jimmy wasn't here, that he didn't control his life anymore. His smile got even bigger.

Sirius was an interesting character. He seemed like quite a rebel, but he didn't push it too far. He was hard-core but not cruel, Remus had seen that in his eyes when he mentioned Jimmy. He looked completely shocked that someone would hit him. 'I deserved it all those times though. Jimmy gave me a roof over my head and food in my belly and I would look at other men, I wouldn't do what he told me to. I owed him my life yet still disobeyed him, I deserved it every time.'

His self-abusive thoughts were interrupted by Mr. Black's door banging open and Sirius storming out, fierce anger lighting up his eyes. Sirius almost made it to the door before stopping. He turned around, sent Remus a pleasant smile, and asked:

"Still up to me showing you around London?"

Remus smiled and gave him a little nod, delighted that he hadn't forgotten his offer. An offer that Remus had been dreaming about, coming up with ideas and daydreams of how it would go.

"Splendid, I'll let a few people know I'm bringing a new friend around and get everything set up," Sirius said with a grin.

"Set up?" Remus asked, remembering what Jimmy's idea of "setting up" was. He suddenly wasn't so sure that he wanted to go.

"Yeah, you know, reservations at restaurants, free tickets into museums and theatres, being a minister's son I have quite a few connections in upper and lower society," Sirius told him, clearly thinking that his explanation was obvious.

"Oh, right. Ok, I'll see you later," Remus said.

"I'll come by and pick you up after you get off work. What time do you go home?" he asked.

"It depends on when I get my work done. Probably sometime around 5:00," Remus said, thinking through what Mr. Black had said about his hours.

"Alright, see you then," Sirius said before walking out the door.

A/N: I came up with this random plot in fifth period keyboarding class and I though it turned out pretty good so I decided to post it. I'm thinking of writing a second chapter about their "date," what do you think? Tell me all of critiques, praise, and ideas in your reviews. I still have no ideas for "One Rockin' Night." Zip. Nada. Help me please…

P.S. This is totally random but in my Small Animals and Horses class I found out that ferrets are related to weasles. Ferret-weasle...Draco-Ron. Eh? Eh? Ok, never mind.