Titanium

Author's notes: We had a fantastic review base and a fantastic addition to our base of readers! I would like to say thank you to all who have decided to follow and favorite this story, and thank you even more to those who review. I honestly find you guys so freaking cute or handsome for the few men who read this, sometimes. Anyway, the poll on my page has ended, it looks like Boromir is going to survive, it was 24 to 4, and honestly that's a landslide. About two more chapters before we hear from Neville, and I think you'll be happy with the… position we find him in. Anyway, here is our little baby Remus. Amazing things happen in this chapter my friends. Amazing things. –CJG

Warning: Homosexual relationships, dark themes, violence, language, and angst. If you don't like, please don't read.

Chapter Eighteen: Attacked

Characters: Remus Lupin. Location: Rohan.

Remus Lupin normally prided himself into being a rather alert, and attentive, now human being. It seemed that at that moment, it was not the case. He was angry, so utterly horribly angry. He couldn't honestly help it, Grima was working on loosening the hold on the king (which wasn't working at the moment), and Eowyn had turned extremely cruel in her lashing out as of late. The attacks she led were becoming more physical and more gruesome at what seemed like every turn. This seemed to be causing the head maid to become very displeased with Remus on more than one occasion. It was easy for the shield maiden to look innocent compared to a man they had only known for a year. It was almost too easy for her to cause him pain, though he hid it well from his mates.

His mates couldn't offer too much help with his mood, normally it would be easy, and he would talk to them about everything that was until he found it more difficult to say he was being abused by his mate's sister. He didn't like causing family rifts when it was clear the girl was jealous, but it was not easy to hide the large laceration that ran down his face. He had made it smaller with the few healing spells he had known back from home. He was overly pleased to find that even after the bitch had stolen, and snapped his wand, Nox obviously had granted them all with the gift of wandless magic.

Remus had adopted another blade from one of the Rohirrim men, who had taken quite a liking to him that had passed on to the realm of death earlier that year. Most people had thought Remus to be an innocent, fun, loving creature. But it seemed that he still had quite the killer hidden deep in that calm exterior. He was snapping, breaking, his heart seemed to explode in the most intense life of loneliness. Alta was currently locked away cleaning some room in the castle preparing for a guest that was to be arriving soon. Moony had been tearing away at his body to be set free, wanting to escape and save her. To put the icing on the cake it was a full moon. No he didn't have a forced shift any longer, but he normally stayed locked away in the deep chambers in the castle in his hulking form of a wolf.

He wasn't a straight up werewolf any more, no, but he wasn't human. He wasn't sure what told him that he wasn't human, he just simply knew. His shift wasn't an Animagus shift, it wasn't a flash, he still broke, he still shifted and snapped, but he didn't do it forcefully, and there wasn't much pain in the shifting of forms. When he changed he only a light pinching feeling at the bottom of his spine, almost like someone was grabbing the skin to see if he was awake. But what he did know was that transformation could be forced. He remembered a time during his first months when Eowyn started to get violent he was so emotionally distressed, so reminded of his past he experienced one of the most painful changes he had ever experienced in his entire life. Alta, bless her heart, was able to calm him down enough to shift back into human form, but he was so scarred by the experience that he had locked himself up for days, fearing that his uncontrollable instinct to kill and tear anything threatened him.

His body moved with the grace of an assassin, his blades slicing at the targets that surrounded him. His movements were like liquid over rock, they were graceful, they were beautiful, but they held a deadliness that could harm even the wildest of creature. He worked under the full moon, blood trailing down his face, still warm and fresh, yet cooling with in the cool air. His golden eyes were glowing like two beacons in the darkness, all in all he looked like the beast he was, like the beast he used to be.

He moved with such force, such utter betrayal yet nothing had happened since the war. It had been two years since the betrayal of Hermione and Ron, the betrayal that cost the world its life, but gave them a violent kick in the ass to get into gear to end the war. A year later he was digging graves for the fallen, now getting sent to Rohan, but lovely as the place was, and as beautiful as his mates were. It wasn't enough, he missed his godson, he missed Sirius, hell he missed Neville Longbottom almost more than the rest. He was one of the only students who hadn't shied away from him after it was revealed that he was a werewolf. They had instantly bonded over their love for the forbidden forest, and the plants and life there had once thrived in the area. He was broken to see that it had fallen, honestly shattered. He was after all the master of the forbidden forest. Was he useless without his charge?

A metallic clang it the air as steel hit steel, it had frightened Remus enough that he dropped his blade and stumbled back with a wide eyed expression. Before he could even speak he was grabbed by the arm and hauled close to the body of the creature that had interrupted his practice. Before he could even completely think he felt another body pressed closely against his back as rough but gentle hands began carding through his wild now soaked locks.

"You shouldn't be suffering alone, love."

It was those thick words spoken by one of his mates that caused him to suddenly sob. All the emotion that he had felt over all that horrible time caused him to break. He felt Theodred; the body who he found was standing at his front, lean down and collected his body in strong arms. Carrying him bridal style, after hearing the brief sound of metal, obviously making the connection that Éomer was gathering his blades. Éomer collected all three of his blades from the ground and taking them out of the storm as he followed behind Theodred into the golden hall.

Remus was curled into the prince's chest, sobbing all of that year's pent up emotions. He was useless to them.

"You're bleeding, dear wolf." It was Theodred this time who whispered quietly into his ear. He was cradled into the man's chest as they walked through the lantern filled hallways that were barren of any signs of life. The only sound that could be heard, by human hearing at least, were the subtle snores that escaped sleeping royalty inside the golden hall, and the foot falls of the two men that wondered down the hall of chambers, dead set on reaching the Prince's chamber before the guards noticed they even left.

Theodred slowly placed Remus down on his large feather top bed. Even for the slightly primitive plains folk, Rohirrim royalty were just that, royalty. The large bed was at least twice the size of the queen sized feather top that Remus himself slept upon. It was settled upon a graceful wood four poster frame, which had horses and Rohirric terms carved gracefully into the oak wood. Remus watched his movements carefully, keeping tabs on Éomer who was also in the room. He watched as Éomer settled his weapons on the large wooden table in the far corner of the room, before moving to what looked to be the bathing chambers.

His focus shifted around the room, the room that was filled with weapons mounted proudly on the wall. The room was decorated in deep fine reds and dark browns, there were maps and books that were neatly stacked along rows and rows of different level shelves. The bed itself was under a deep colored canopy of luscious velvet. The bed sheets consisted of weaved blankets, along with silken sheets, and delicious furs. Remus couldn't help but snuggle deeply into the warmth with a soft small sigh.

"We have some clothes for you; you'll catch death if you sleep in those." Éomer's thick voice came across the room, he carried a thick wooden bowl filled with an herbal paste which Remus guessed was to cover the rather deep gash on the side of his face. He also had a small pile of what looked like cotton pants, and a loose fitting shirt.

"Don't wanna." Remus' childish side peeking out, most of all when he squeaked as Theodred looped an arm around his middle and pulled him out of the bed.

"Too bad little one, you have to let us take care of you." With that small sentence, Remus froze completely. Shock stuck clean on his face. He couldn't even withhold the small whimper that escaped his throat. He simply stood completely still as he let the men undress him, face completely flushed from the implication of it all. These were his mates, and he was their submissive. He was redressed slowly by the pair, as if they were savoring every bit of skin that they observed, before Éomer, who must have changed while he was gathering the medical paste, started fixing his wound.

"You shouldn't say things like that, Theodred." Remus whispered quietly. "I'm a submissive of my kind; I have to be on guard until my mates accept me." He said in an even more quiet tone.

Because his head was down he didn't notice the confused expression that was shared between the two marshals. "What do you mean by submissive?" Theodred asked, almost in unison with Éomer, who shared another look.

"There are three types of wizards on my world, there are dominants, which are essentially the caregivers, the protectors, they also are able to impregnate most creatures that they are mated with and complete a bond with." Remus said, his face was still flushed from being stripped and redressed by his mates, but he was rather flustered from talking about sex with his mates, "There are switches, who have the odd ability to shift between being a Dom, and a sub. They don't normally come to terms with it unless they are in a triad. Though most only go submissive, because well, dominants, they don't bottom. At all, it's like trying to get a cat to willing tolerate a dog, or me sitting in the same room with your sister, and not having her assault me. It doesn't happen."

He paused taking a breath; he knew that the men were staring at him with intense interest. They had moved closer, almost seductively close, Éomer had a hand gently resting on Remus's leg, and Theodred who was lounging beside Remus in naught but a pair of loose fitting pants. Remus himself had fallen backwards after a cloth was placed over the paste and was now laying out happily cuddled in the warmth of the blankets. "Then there are people like me, submissive. Harrison and I were one of the last 10 that existed in our wizarding community. We're so rare because we can…bear children." He flushed completely at that. "We're almost completely useless against a command our mate, or mates, give us. But we're strong, in the old ages it wasn't odd for a submissive to be taken and raped to produce an heir, but submissives cannot reproduce for anyone except their mates. When…well when their bounding, or at any time during the dominates release, the pair must be wishing for young." He gasped softly when he felt Theodred's fingers ghost up his back.

"We'll have to stop our advances then, we didn't know you had a mate." Theodred said quietly, a small depressed sigh escaped his lips.

"What?" Remus asked as he jerked up, looking between the two like they had grown four more heads.

"We've been attempting to court you since you first arrived, we thought you knew." Éomer said, slowly sitting up so he was even with Remus.

"You have? Oh that's great!" Remus exclaimed suddenly launching himself at Éomer, knocking the large man back onto the bed, "I had no idea!" He said, suddenly too excited to even comprehend. His emotions already so insanely blown he felt tears start working their way into his eyes. He moved from embracing Éomer and quickly leaped onto the prince, "I'm not familiar with the process of courting in Rohan, that's why I wasn't aware."

"But your m-."

"You're my mates! I wouldn't be this excited if you weren't you dunderhead!" Remus squawked, sitting back with a slight glare. "I've been horrified that you would deny me." He admitted with a slight flush.

The next thing he knew he heard a bright shout for joy and he was tackled in a large, overly attractive pile of his mates. Éomer attached to one side of his body, and Theodred to his other.

He was completely pleased to find that he felt warm, and completely safe. For once, even if he was being attacked. He was completely happy, and he felt the most comfortable he had ever remembered in his life.

He was home.