A/N: Hey everybody, got the idea listening to this song earlier this morning, it's a slash story, don't like don't read.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, the settings; it all belongs to J.K. Rowling. Except the plot, that's mine! Yippee!

Dirty Little Secret

I'll keep you my dirty little secret

Dirty little secret

Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret

Just another regret, hope that you can keep it

My dirty little secret

Dirty little secret

Dirty little secret

Who has to know

Who has to know

Remus lied in bed. Just lied, nothing more, didn't think, didn't try to sleep, just lied. What exactly he was trying to achieve by doing this he did not know. Maybe he was trying to get piece of mind, or something, only problem was that Remus' mind wasn't thinking properly, as it never did this late. Remus stole a quick glance at the alarm clock then averted his eyes to where they originally lie, no where, un-focused on absolutely nothing. It was a rare sight to see Remus like this, so pensive, sure Remus was thoughtful at times, but never like this, except when he was waiting for a long time. Just as Remus once again lost himself into nothingness, something slipped into next to him. Remus still not completely focused felt a hand on his thigh that snapped him back into reality. Remus turned to the being next him, lips captured his roughly, hungrily, Remus met those lips with just as mush passion, and hunger, forcing his tongue into his partner's mouth. Sirius moaned, groping at Remus' buttons, trying with all his might to put as little cloth between the skin that so desperately stung for contact. Rolling over so he was on top, Remus slipped of Sirius' white shirt and boxers. Remus had waited far to long, his hands roamed before coming to rest in Sirius' hair, Sirius then took control biting and licking at Remus' neck, causing the smaller boy to growl and dig his nails into Sirius' shoulder. It had been far too long since this had last taken place, both boys desperate for any manner of contact. When they were done, Sirius slipped out of Remus' bed and back into his own. Remus slipped on a pair of boxers and began to drift off to sleep. It was their dirty little secret.