Titanium

Author's Note: I spent so long on this god damn chapter it hurts. I re-wrote just about everything this chapter had in it, plus I added about 400 words. I thought I wasn't really going to edit Remus and Neville, but someone gave me an Idea for something that I would really like to do with Neville. So I guess pretty much everything will be changed in this story. Like I said I'll be adding and removing chapters, so I think Harry and Sirius will start on their part of the journey a bit sooner. Also, a bit of warning, I don't know what color Theodred's eyes are, so I made them pale green. If perhaps I'm wrong, please let me know! I couldn't find any information telling me otherwise, but if it's out there I wouldn't mind being corrected! Anyway, enjoy this chapter. - CJG

Warning: Threesome - M/M/M, Male Slash, Male Friendship, Submissive/Bottom, Dominant/Top, Mpreg. Violence, Alternate Universe

Disclaimer: I'm only posting this disclaimer once; I do not own any of the recognizable characters or plot lines found in this fan fiction.

Chapter Four: The Man with Golden Eyes

When Remus came back to the land of the living he felt his body being cleaned gentle and careful precision. He could hear talking; discussing various wounds that still littered his body, various scars that stood out from the rest. He didn't move, his breathing still remained passive, and anyone who didn't know any better would swear he was still asleep. He went through a mental checklist in attempt to distract his thoughts, and to check over and make sure he was alright. Whoever was caring for him had taken off his boots, and had removed his shirt to heal any injuries that had befallen him during his landing. His wand holster was missing from his forearm, and the sheath that had held his gifted blade had been removed from his hip.

He could hear the rustling of clothing, the slight clink of armor. He knew from the smell and from the feel of what he was laying on that it was likely a rather wealthy home that he was laying in. It was surprisingly comfortable compared to how sore and broken he felt at the moment. Though at a later date he would claim otherwise he felt his chest rumbling with an almost inaudible purr. Moony was clearly pleased with finally being rid of the filth and slime he had been covered with for all those weeks after the battle. He could practically feel himself sagging with relief at being clean. He knew he likely shouldn't relax, but he honestly couldn't help it.

He had been so completely at ease he hadn't noticed the extra hand moving downward toward his hip. His mind snapped back to reality when he felt fingertips brush against the violent torn flesh from Greyback's attack. Before he could even stop himself he lashed out grabbing the wrist of the hand that had touched him. The wrist he held had a leather bracer, which immediately lead him to believe that it was indeed a man's wrist he held firmly in his grasp. His eyes snapped open and he shot up like someone had pulled him with a rope, blue eyes turning to topaz within seconds. His lip curled into a violent snarl, the purely animalistic sound that flowed from his lips was unsettling even to himself. His chestnut hair fell wildly like the mane of a lion over his eyes, contrasting deeply with his intense molten pools that were swirling with such discontent.

Obviously he had startled whoever else was in the room, because the ringing sound of metal hit the air as weapons were drawn, though there wasn't the intense clash of armor as there were before, they must have taken it off. He thought absentmindedly. His eyes locked onto the man whom had touched him. His body still vibrating from the snarl that still rumbled from his throat, his lips uncurling after flashing his massive canines. He looked like he was seconds away from ripping the man's windpipe from his neck.

"Do not touch that." He growled out, he practically had to keep himself from lashing out again. His fingernails seemed to elongate into sharp points, "Never touch a wolf's brand, do you understand?!" Remus snapped out his hand slowly releasing the hold he had on the other man, his eyes locked with the human's showing just how serious it would be if it happen again. His chest finally started rumbling, and his breathing seemed to calm down, "I-I apologize, but you must never touch a mark like that. If I hadn't been awake, I could have killed you." Remus said as he gritted his teeth. His hand moved back slowly to his chest, applying pressure on a wound he had re-opened.

Remus' eyes locked once more with the man who stood before him. He took in every aspect he could about the man. His eyes scanning over the man's lithe yet muscular build, impressed at the strength clearly being hidden under the maroon tunic that currently covered his chest. The man's blond hair was long, and fell a bit past his shoulders not much different than his own. His face was free of facial hair, and surprisingly extremely smooth. The man's eyes were a pale green, and seemed to pop brilliantly with the pale hair that fell from his head. He was honestly beautiful in Remus' eyes, and that thought alone caused the werewolf to shiver involuntarily.

His eyes finally traveled from the man's to the other creatures in the room. His eyes scanning over the beings, halting on a man that looked very much like the creature whose arm he held to stop him from touching his scar. This man had a larger bone structure but was in no means "large" he was thick, raw, and pure muscle. This man was clearly extremely healthy and obviously in his prime. He had pale blue eyes, a wild mane of pure golden blond locks, and a dusting of golden hair on his face. There was something about the man that made him want to submit like he was the human equivalent of alpha wolf. The first man held the same air, but it was something about this second man that screamed power.

Remus hadn't noticed until that point that somehow he had scooted back into the corner of the small room. His back pressed against the wall as if he was clinging to the hope that it would keep him away from the humans so he would not injure them. He could feel blood trailing down from the re-opened would, but if it bothered him at all he did not show it. His eyes snapped to the only woman standing in the room, she had been pushed behind the larger of the two men in was of protection, but she carefully pushed the man out of the way. Her hands raised as if it would calm Remus down, that fact was highly unlikely as he was so far on edge he was practically dangling.

"We mean you no harm," She said in attempt to calm him, of course as stated before he was so tense he could have snapped, "I am a healer. My name is Lain, what's yours?" She questioned obviously talking to him like he was an innocent small child. He was far from any of those things, but he was the farthest away from innocent that was for sure.

His head snapped up to look at her, brows furrowed in concentration.

"Lain? Is this Rohan?" He questioned, the word Rohan was a new taste on his tongue, and he struggled to pronounce it without failing horribly, with a nod his eyes closed, knowing that as soon as he spoke his own name she would know his purpose.

"I am Remus Lupin, Master of the Forests."