AU. Slash.

Disclaimer: I don't have rights over the Harry Potter characters or references I've written out, J.K. Rowling does. The only thing I've got rights over would be the words I've typed out, thanks.

Remus Lupin

When Sirius Black walked out of that host club wearing a tacky, large, bright yellow t-shirt that said "Bee Happy," and grandfather glasses, I thought I was going to die right then and there. When I realized he paired the shirt with black trousers, I could have sworn tears were actually threatening to escape my eyes. So when I actually looked at him wholly, the only thing left to do was laugh my ass off.

And that I did.

"Oi Lupin, you alright?" He asked, his face clearly trying to figure out what on earth was wrong with me.

I stood up from my curled up position and gulped down three full breaths, an attempt to regain my composure. "I'm alright; it's just that… you're the one who doesn't look alright at all!" another gulp of air. "Sirius, what in the world are you wearing? A horribly designed yellow shirt paired up with black formal trousers? Did you forget to wear that thing you probably call glasses when you dressed up this morning?"

Sirius stood before me positively dumbfounded. I'm not even joking; his glasses were already slipping down to the bridge of his nose while his mouth was open in shock, he was probably planning to cut me off somewhere in between my speech but well, I must've said something much worse. I snapped a finger in front of his face, "Hey, it's my turn to ask if you're alright…. Are you alright? Did I say something wrong? All I did was state my opinion; honesty's the best rule or something like that right?" When he pushed up his glasses and gave me a frown and a glare, I figured that I must've said something offensive.

"Look, I'm not entirely sure on what I did wrong but do you want that beer or not?" I offered, trying to get him to move… talk… anything.

The host club chef shook his head and grabbed my arm roughly, dragging me towards who knows where. "Where do you think you're taking me? If you're taking me to some underground strip club I'm going to have to decline because just to warn you I'm-"

"Just shut up for once alright Mr. Photographer? I'm taking you to a good bar, you've probably only been to those high-class posh places that only serve wine and champagne," he ended with a slightly disgusted tone.

I couldn't help but be a little offended at how he judged me. Did I look like a pretty little rich boy? I took a quick look at my perfectly ironed clothes. Alright, fine. So maybe my pants are newly bought and he probably realized it but really? Not everyone who wears new pants wear white-collars around their necks!

That's just being completely judgemental and narrow-minded and-

"Lupin, wake up from whatever trance you're in cause' were finally here," Sirius interrupted, cutting me off from my thoughts.

I blinked and stared at the averagely sized structure in front of me. It looked more normal than the one I conjured up in my head. I imagined something more dark and sinister but instead, this one had lamp posts on both its sides, and a neon sign that said "Black Sheep Pub." There was even a chalkboard stand beside the door that said, "Liquor at the front, poker at the rear!" Hoping it was probably just a joke some immature kids wrote for the heck of it, I followed Sirius in.

Sirius Black

I love beer and all, but if this Remus Lupin keeps acting the same way he's acting I'm going to blow. How was he able to spout all that nonsense about my choice of clothing when his outfit was more horrible than mine? I mean really, a knitted vest at this age?

When I opened the door, the bell above me rang immediately like always. "Oh hey everyone look, Black's back!" Bo the bartended hollered, everyone else greeted me pretty much the same way.

I waved them off, and took a seat up at the bar. When I turned my head, I realized that my partner was still standing near the entrance. His large puppy eyes probably trying to capture every nook and cranny of the bar. I found the patience to stare at him for a second or two before finally calling out for him. "Remus, Oi! Get your arse on a seat already, what was the point of bringing you here when you're too Bambi-eyed to treat me to a beer?"

His head snapped towards me, I caught one of his eyes twitch a little before he finally decided to take the seat on my right side. "Bo, two beers pl-"

"Just one please, I'm not much of a drinker Sirius, so I apologize if you were expecting a rowdy drinking partner for the evening." He cut me off, giving me one of his smiles that just annoyed the shit out of me. The way he carried himself like he was all that upset me, I didn't really understand why.

Ah, it was because the aura he gives off, kind of reminds me of my family doesn't it?

Probably.

Bo the bartender placed a coaster in front of me and handed me a beer. "Will I put that on your tab again Black? Or is your new friend going to shoulder it for you this time?"

I grinned, knowing how large my tab was. Bo even makes me pay it back by cooking for them at least twice a week. It was a hassle, but I just need to pretend that I get free beers for it and the sun seems to get brighter ya know? "He's shouldering it Bo, His name is Remus Lupin, he's a photographer, and apparently that camera around his neck isn't just for show. Surprising right? I thought it was just for attention and shit."

Bo awarded me with a deafening laugh. I watched as he raised his hand, his intention was to high-five Remus but the guy flinched instead. He probably thought he was getting hit, what a wuss.

"Alright, I just want to get whatever this thing is over and done with. You asked me to be your drinking partner and yet you're the one not drinking. I'm not an idiot, what do you want?"

Remus Lupin

The first thing that came in my mind when I entered the bar was awkward. Maybe it was because of the friendly banter I can hear from the booths around the room, or maybe because it was how Sirius was greeted with such a warm welcome. It was just something I wasn't used too. So when the bartender, "Bo," raised his hand, I couldn't help but flinch on instinct. It did nothing but help a few dark memories resurface.

Trying to ignore the flashbacks, I just simply shrugged it off and paid attention to Sirius. "Okay I give, but before I tell you, would you do me a favour and sit still?"

I could see the hesitation in Sirius' eyes before nodding. He turned his body towards me and sat unmoving. "As long as you promise you're not going to grope me or anything."

A small laugh escaped my throat. Smiling, I moved a little closer. I leaned and reached for the rubber band that held his hair, I couldn't but let out an annoyed huff as his stubble brushed against my arm. Wanting to just get this over with, I quickly grabbed it and pulled it out, not really aware if it hurt him or not; but I guess it did since I saw him wince. "Sorry," I apologized before sitting up straight and smoothing down his black hair; but before I could scrutinize him, I needed one more thing out of the way.

"Take them off."

I watched as both of Sirius' eyebrows shot up in surprise. Clear astonishment on his face, I watched as he grabbed his beer and took a swig. "What?" Sirius exclaimed, clearly exasperated by my previous statement.

I rolled my eyes, "I meant your glasses, take them off."

He was being blatantly obvious when he let out an air of relief. What was he thinking when I said 'Take them off?' though I did purposely make it vague just cause' I wanted to see what his reaction was. Hah.

When he finally decided to take his glasses off, he placed them casually on top of the counter. I was the one who ended up taken aback this time. Sirius was better than I thought! Fair skin, grey eyes, black hair! I can already imagine how exciting it would be if he just got rid of that annoying stubble on his face, and if he washed his hair more, and if he threw away those glasses and burned those clothes!

"Well? What did you drag me all the way here for Lupin?" he questioned impatiently.

I grabbed his face, forcing him to look towards the left, and then the right. "Perfect," I breathed out. Letting go of my hold on him, I asked; "Sirius Black, would you please be my model for one month?"