Scar began living a happy life of retirement from his kingship. All of those feelings of regret, resentment, and torment were far behind him. 
Simba, staying by his side since the day they admitted their feelings to each other, did not let him fall back into his old ways. The golden light in his life did well to keep his darkness away. 

After Scar had found his joy again, he ran into his hyena friends while on a stroll. They were happy to see him after so long. 

“We’re sorry,” Shenzi apologized. “Moving to the Pridelands took a lot more time and effort than we had ever thought it would.” 

They revealed that they never forgot about him and Scar felt some guilt about never seeking them out himself. They made up rather quickly and were back to being the firm friends they always had been. It had just been a misunderstanding.  

When Simba announced to the pride his choice of mate there had been...confusion to say the least. The lionesses were especially upset for a while, having their prized king “stolen” from them. Simba just ignored them and Scar reveled in the looks of jealousy, still having a one-up on them even if he was no longer king. They were stuck with him no matter what, something that amused him and Simba. 
They did eventually find out they just couldn’t compete with Scar as a mate. They saw how happy he made their king and so they had to give up on competing for his affection. 

As they ruled together, they were watched over by Mufasa and Uru. Just as Simba had, the former king had forgiven his brother, acknowledging his own faults that pushed his sibling to the brink of madness. And Uru was happy to see the curse of hate that plagued their family was finally quelled. 
Mufasa did regret that it had taken his own death for his brother to finally have a chance to free himself from his darkness, but in a way he didn’t regret that it had happened. Seeing his son and brother find true happiness assured that he could rest in peace and that he would be able to greet them with a smile when they arrived to join them in the afterlife. 


Rafiki could not believe what the son of Mufasa had asked him to do. “Young king...you wish to make your bond with Scar...official through ceremony?” Simba nodded without any hesitation.

The shaman sighed. Whatever vision he had of the future, it was gone now...both Mufasa and Scar’s effigy had been struck by lightning and destroyed as if a sign that what he had been shown was no more. 
The mandrill did not like what he was asked to do, but if it made the king happy then it was his sworn duty to aid him. 

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The two lions were so sure about solidifying their union that they made a great celebration out of it, inviting all to come and witness. When the day came, Simba was happy to see the entire kingdom, even the hyena clan, in attendance. 

He was already standing at the altar that was made and when the ceremony truly started, Scar was led to the altar by Shenzi. It was an idea they both found very amusing, and the hyena was so happy to see her long time friend finally finding his happiness. It had not truly begun and she was already shedding a few tears.  

Ed and Banzai stood guard to ensure anyone didn’t get too close and be disruptive during their friend’s big day. Some animals simply didn’t understand personal space very well.

Rafiki greeted them, he had to revise the usual speech a little, but otherwise he did as he normally did and painted both of them in colors indicating various blessings, though he did avoid purple for luck of child-bearing.  

Then came the promises they would make to each other. To always remain together no matter the challenges or obstacles that would come their way.  Simba agreed to these vows without hesitation with a firm nod and an “I do.” 

Rafiki then turned to Scar asking if he was willing to do the same for Simba, ensuring his place as the king’s mate. 

Scar nodded as well. “I do.” When those simple words were spoken, he could hear Shenzi sobbing harder. 

“[i]I[/i] am not crying Ed...[i]you[/i] are crying…” Banzai accused. He was...but so was Banzai as the two hyenas hugged close to each other.

All that was left for the lions to do was press their muzzles together. They did so and shared a soft nuzzle, surrounded by cheers of the celebrating Pridelanders. 

It was the happiest day of Scar’s life. He leaned close to his mate “are we also gonna share a wedding night as per tradition?” he whispered huskily into Simba’s ear and sent a shiver down the golden lion’s spine. 

“Of course, but I also have a surprise…” 
The king had heard tales of a meerkat and warthog duo that looked over a luscious oasis. It took a bit of doing, but he managed to get the entire place to him and Scar for some time, giving them the perfect spot for their honeymoon. 

Scar was thrilled to hear this. Rarely had he ever set paws outside the territory of his home, it would be an experience he would remember for the rest of his life he was sure. 

“Once the ceremony is over we leave,” Simba confirmed. “Are you sure you can wait that long?” 

Scar smiled “For you? I would wait forever…” Simba blushed, Scar still found ways to fluster him. 

When it was all over, things were put in place to keep the Pridelands going in their absence. Together, Simba and Scar went off on their honeymoon, looking forward to having some quality time alone with just themselves. 
The oasis was everything it was rumored to be and more. They didn’t have to waste time finding food as it was plentiful and could spend all their time together.

“So…” Scar purred as he and his mate dried up after a short swim. “Are we going to mate as often as per tradition?” Simba blushed intensely. It was tradition to do so as to put an heir into the world as soon as possible, but that didn’t really apply to them. But…It wouldn’t hurt to try.

With his body still damp from his swim, Simba purred and made a show of himself, teasing the other male, coaxing him to approach. 

“Shall we try?” Simba asked teasingly, already presenting himself to his partner. Scar stalked closer and began rimming Simba to prepare him. The younger lion huffed and softly moaned as the older lion penetrated him with his tongue. 

Scar made sure that his mate was much more experienced and it showed in how well Simba was handling his tongue slurping along his soft walls, making them wet and stretching them in preparation. 
Simba gasped as his uncle’s paw began playing with his erection and testicles as he prepared him, riling him up even more. 

“P-please uncle…” Simba begged. Just as the older lion was, Simba had waited so long until they arrived he wanted—needed to feel his mate so badly…

Scar made a few more licks, chuckling as he stroked his paw up and down the twitching length, feeling how hard it was. It was all too clear that the king was desperate for it. Slowly, he pulled his tongue free and gave a final lick to the erection, enjoying the moan and grunt of need that came from Simba. 

“Are you ready, your highness?” Scar teased, keeping his tone low and sultry. The younger lion shuddered, Scar knew all too well how to make him desire him even more. His voice alone could tease him and make his body shake with need and desperation. 

He could only nod and started to purr as Scar lifted his own body up and slid it over Simba’s back. Their bodies met and the dark lion could feel the slight dampness from their soak. Nevertheless, he got into position and pressed himself against the waiting hole, already getting a soft sound out of the lion underneath.  

“How do you want it?” Scar growled dominantly, making Simba shiver “Don’t hold back.” the golden lion requested in an almost pleading tone. 
The older lion shuddered in excitement and lined himself up and then plunged all the way inside his nephew’s experienced hole, pausing only for a brief moment to ensure that Simba was okay before he started to pump his length in and out of his mate and quickly picking up speed. 

“Ooh… U-uncle…” Simba whimpered. He could feel himself being stretched and filled by the hard rocks of the older lion’s body, shoving the hard erection deep inside of him. In response he heard deep growls that made his heart race. 

Scar held close to Simba’s body, wrapping his paws around the other lion’s chest. He picked up the pace slamming himself inside and making sharp noises as his body crashed into his mate’s. An extra hard shoved made Simba cry out. 

“You are so tight…” Scar grunted. “I’ll make sure to change that…” The dark lion said teasingly, he had tried many times before, but Simba remained tantalizingly tight. It did well to keep the pleasure strong each time they got in the mood. 

The dark lion humped harder, reaching down to clamp his jaws down on the other lion’s scruff, giving it a small tug. Simba cried out again, enjoying his position and the feeling of being pumped inside of. They were getting faster and stronger, bringing him close to his own limit. 

“H-harder…” the younger lion pleaded, pushing his body back a bit. Scar couldn’t say anything, but he did as he was asked and rocked his body hard into the other lion’s backside, reaching his length in deep and touching a very sensitive spot within the king. 

Throwing his head back and letting out a roar, Simba’s own untouched lionhood started to pulse hard and spurt his seed onto the soft grasses underneath them. Scar kept pumping into him, growling louder around his scruff as Simba tightened up from his climax. A few more hard bucks came and a snarl sounded. Scar let go of his nephew and roared as well as his length flexed and shot thick ropes of his pent up seed. It filled the younger lion’s tailhole, bringing him a sense of shared warmth and relief. 

Holding their positions, the two lions panted hard and rode out their afterglows. Sometimes it was the best part of their lovemaking, just blissfully holding each other. 
“How was it?” Scar asked, his voice breathy but still full of care. 

“A-amazing…” Simba purred. “As always.” riding the last wave of their shared afterglow.
Of course, it was only the first of many rounds they planned to have, but there was more than just privacy that the oasis offered. 

Slowly, Scar dismounted from Simba and helped clean him off as they returned the warmth of the heated pools. There was no need for them to rush and Scar couldn’t help but assist in the cleaning of his nephew, mostly with own tongue. 

Simba enjoyed it and giggled when the rough tongue rather over some ticklish spots. 
“There, all clean,” Scar chuckled. 

“Mmm…” Simba hummed as he let the warm water ease his tensions. “Did I ever tell you I love you?” Scar chuckled “Almost every day my love…” 
Simba laughed alongside his uncle “So almost not often enough?” He asked teasingly. The dark lion rolled his eyes with a smile. 
“You forget about all the times we show each other,” Scar remarked. 

“How could I?” Simba sighed with content. 

The two lions enjoyed their time in the oasis, having the place all to themselves with ample prey and ample chances to get close to each other. They took turns and told each other how good they felt and reminded each other how much they loved each other. And they had ample time to try out some of the more interesting sexual positions they had heard about. 

Both of them had loved the one where they laid in opposite directions and pleasured the other’s cock with their mouth, but there had also been a few duds. 

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When the time came for them to return, it was clear to see the love between them, it was undeniable and could even be felt when they nuzzled each other, and kept close atop Priderock. 

Their rule was prosperous and when it finally came time for them to meet their end after letting their sons succeed them it was quick and most importantly together. 
Scar had stumbled while they were out on a walk alongside the ravine and Simba had tried to catch him, but only got dragged down with him. They had both held each other as they fell. 
Neither experienced any pain, both jolted awake in the afterlife still holding each other.

“Welcome my son...and grandson.” 

“Mother…” Scar muttered surprised. Holding onto his mate nervously. 

“Don’t worry...I have already ensured the two of you can stay together.” The dark lion had almost forgotten how caring his mother had been toward him.

“Thank you…” the dark lion and the golden lion both entered the afterlife unafraid since they would remain side by side. Neither needed anything more than that.

Uru was happy her youngest was fully free of his darkness and she wasn’t afraid of reuniting him with his brother when the time came, there would undoubtedly be a lengthy talk, but she knew the two of them could make up properly this time. 
Their father however...she would keep her restraining order to keep him away from them renewed. She didn’t need his ego poisoning the family again. 

Mufasa and Scar did make up after indeed having several heated talks, it was smoothened along by Simba mediating and Scar having promised his mom he would give it an honest attempt.

Scar also made sure through some loopholes he found in the rules that his three hyena friends would be able to visit him and vice versa. The elder king in charge of the heavenly rules didn’t scold the dark lion for exploiting the loopholes he had found, but just sighed and asked him to put in a request next time. To which the whole family laughed.

Simba and Scar’s stories eventually faded into obscurity over time, but their love persisted through eternity. 

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