May Madness Day 20

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Title: Not As Good As The Real Thing
Author: inkgeist
Pairing/Characters: Severus/Remus
Word Count: 600
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Unbeta-ed. Heavy drinking. Attempted date rape.
Challenge: May Madness Day 20. Doppelganger
Notes: On the sage advice of nimrod_9 I decided to take a break from the arc and brave a one shot. This one is just Snupin goodness. Inspired by an experience I had on the train - minus the date rape aspect.
Anything you don't recognize, I don't own.




Bold as fucking brass. I’d recognize him anywhere, even after three shots of Dragon’s Tongue whiskey and five pints, and in the shadows. Even if his smile changed, even if he fills out his robes a lot better. I won’t have him in my bar, let alone my table.

“Every other seat is taken,” he held a hand to stall Severus’ response. “Or rather every seat where I have to suffer inane chatter.”

“So you’ve come to grace me with some of your own chatter I take it” Severus sneered. Remus nodded in acknowledgement and proceeded to drink his pint in seven gulps turning so Severus could get a good view of his neck as he swallowed. He licked the foam on his lip.  “Another?” He walked to the bar casting an appraising look at Severus. Something was off about him. Severus couldn’t tell what. He focused on getting a proper look at him as he returned to the table and set the pint in front of him. The smile went from confident to sensual, the light catching him just  - This isn’t Lupin, stop thinking with your cock. Severus downed the pint in one go. Observing the social niceties? Leave immediately. When he rose, the man rose to block Severus’s way, stepping closer. “Move.”

“No,” the man laughed. They drew their wands simultaneously. As they faced off, Severus noted this man lacked the scars that adorned his Remus’s face and that the alcohol had colored his eyes amber when they were merely hazel in the light. He didn’t hear the glasses shatter but Severus turned the shards launched at him into sand that shot at his opponent’s face. A fire ant charm of his own invention followed by a full body bind cleared Severus’s path. He managed to walk out steadier than he thought possible, ignoring the applause behind him.

”Three charms. - definitely not Lupin.” He murmured.

“Severus.” Lupin fired a hex. Severus felt the magic rush past him before he could draw his wand. He missed?! Severus heard a loud squelching behind him. The doppelganger lay stuck to the wall, robes transfigured to slimy paste. One hex, perfect aim and timing.  “He dare attack you from behind?!”

“He knew I’m arseholed and he’d slipped extract of calendula in my drink.”  At Remus’s blank stare, Severus glared. “Makes the drinker either rather obliging and impairs magic.” The infuriating smile. “It’s undetectable in alcohol!” Remus blocked Severus’ every attempt to walk past.

“You let him buy you a drink?

“Obviously.” The smile again. His arms snaked around Severus.

“I’m taking you home,” preceded a kiss as disorienting as their side along apparition. Remus slammed Severus against his own front door without breaking the kiss. Somehow Severus found himself breathless on the couch, Remus brushing a hand against his hard cock before apparating away.
Severus woke as he fell of the couch, he got up and heard the crinkling of parchment in his front pocket.



Unadulterated coffee, breakfast
and hangover potion.
Yes it’s one of yours.
Floo: Barnsley Cottage.
-Remus

“How is your family?” Remus gave him an odd look.

“Charley Weasely's you mean? I was headed to a gay bar for a reason.”

“That would be?” Remus cleared his throat.

“Saw you go there, thought if I waited for you to have a few, you might not hex my balls off if I bought you a drink. He seemed to fare well though. How did he do?” There was no mistaking the possessiveness in his voice.

“Not as good as the real thing,” his lip twitched when Remus blushed.