The time was approaching, when the kingdom would be passed from Scar and given to Simba. He was no longer a cub and he knew very well of the responsibilities that ruling would entail. Scar continued to educate Simba, doing all he could to make sure the lion was truly prepared for the responsibilities that would be given to him as king. There was another reason that Scar made sure that Simba knew all that he needed to know, the young lion would not be able to consult him. After the golden feline’s coronation, he would be gone. He would do it in secret, just disappearing. He couldn’t bear to put Simba through what he struggled with, but Scar could not take it anymore. And with him no longer being king and Simba not needing him anymore, there was no reason for him to stick around anymore. He truly felt unwanted and unneeded. The lionesses only tolerated him and after he had kept his promise to the hyenas and brought them into the Pridelands legally, though with no small amount of protest, he had barely seen them outside professional meetings. No one would miss him, he was certain of that. And he was assured in his decision, just holding out a little longer, just after Simba’s coronation. Even Simba had been distancing himself lately. Either busy with the preparations and the lionesses guiding him here and there. When the golden lion was free he would look at Scar with an unreadable expression. For some reason, Scar felt guilt when Simba looked at him like that, as if the young lion knew… But the day before the coronation, Simba approached his uncle. “Hey, Uncle Scar.” The dark lion was surprised to see the other lion and quickly put on a mask again, forcing himself to smile. “So, tomorrow’s the big day,” Scar said. “Are you excited?” “Yeah, I am…” Simba said but he quickly frowned. “Uncle Scar… I actually want to talk to you. But not right now. After the coronation. Is that okay?” Scar grimaced internally. If it were anyone else he would have denied it, but he just couldn’t do that to Simba. Even though he was yearning to end feeling the emptiness inside him, Simba was still more important...and besides...it was just a few more minutes right? “Very well,” the dark lion agreed and Simba looked...relieved. “Thank you, Uncle. Can we meet in the royal chamber?” the other lion asked. So it was going to be a private conversation. That filled Scar with dread, remembering what happened the last time he had a private conversation with another royal figure. His heart started to race, but Scar assured himself that Simba was going to be fine, it wasn’t like the cave would collapse right? After Simba had left Scar checked the cave just to be sure... [center]***[/center] Scar was front and center during the coronation. Standing atop Priderock was Simba, looking out over the many Pridelanders. Standing next to the lion was Rafiki, already going through the vows that Simba would have to make, assuring that he would rule for the benefit of the land. Of course Simba agreed, soon being crowned as the new ruler, carrying on his late father’s legacy. But honestly his future reign was the furthest thing from the young king’s mind. He had not noticed it at first as a cub because he had been so deep in grief from the loss of his father, but as his uncle helped him through it he noticed how solemn his uncle was when no one was around him. He also noticed how he changed when around him...like he was putting on an act around him, not maliciously...but for his sake, so that he wouldn’t worry. But Simba was old enough to know better now. Nowadays it hurt him inside to see his uncle still put on that mask when they were together. That he wouldn’t share with him what pained him. Simba had tried to get his uncle to smile, but he couldn’t tell if his uncle's smiles were genuine or just to please him at first. And even now, older and wiser that he was, he was still unsure at times. His uncle was a good actor. He and Scar shared the royal chambers, it was something implemented by the dark lion to make sure that nothing would happen to the cub during the night. Most of the time, Simba would fall asleep first. But one night, he had been feeling rather restless. He got up and approached his uncle, about to ask if he was okay, but to his surprise he could hear his uncle talking despite being asleep. Simba had never said anything, but he learned a lot as Scar mumbled in his sleep. He didn’t understand at first what he heard, but as he started to develop his thinking and hear more, things made more and more sense until he finally could fully process it all. But he said nothing, keeping this to himself until he felt the time was right... When the coronation was over, Scar complied with his nephew’s wishes and waited for him outside of the royal chambers. Simba soon approached his uncle. “I’m glad to see you here.” He sounded very relieved. “There’s something that I should have told you before…” Scar raised an eyebrow and listened as Simba admitted to listening to the dark lion mumble in his sleep, revealing all the things that weighed down on his heart. Scar expected his nephew to be furious with him but rather than be angry at him, the golden lion admitted he wanted to douse the anger inside his uncle. “When I heard how angry you were at my father, at all the things that happened and even how you had planned...his demise...despite all that, I couldn’t feel angry at you.” Scar had no idea how to respond. “All I could ever think about was how you didn’t feel your life had meaning anymore, especially after all that you’ve done for me, it made me worry.” Scar was more than shocked to hear that. Simba was the one person he truly cared for anymore, so the thought of him perhaps hating him for what he had intended to do to his father put fear into Scar for the first in a long time. Hearing the golden lion admit the opposite filled him with a heavy relief. Instead, Simba’s voice was still full of care. But Scar felt that the other lion shouldn’t have forgiven him so easily. But Simba was sure in his decision. Rather than dwelling on the past, he could see that his uncle needed his help. He wanted to help the other lion be free of his deep-seated hatred. Sure, he could have chosen to hate the other lion, but that would only continue this cycle of hatred the royal family now found themselves in. “...And there’s another reason that I wanted to talk to you,” Simba said, his heart starting to pound. It was a secret he kept close to himself for some time now. It was a strange thing, to have...feelings for his own uncle, but Simba was more than sure about it. He had tried getting close to any of the lionesses, but no matter how close he got to them, he never felt like he did around his uncle. But the look on Scar’s face told Simba that he was not fully convinced. He should have figured as such. This deep of a depression surely convinced the dark lion that this was nothing but another cruel trick. So Simba took a risk and made a sudden action, pouncing on his uncle. They both fell to the ground within the chamber and the golden lion started to nuzzle his uncle affectionately. Scar was still sulking despite the warm touches. "Nobody could love someone as worthless as me." "You are irreplaceable to me,” overcome with the feelings he kept secret for so long, Simba pulled the other lion in for a kiss. Scar’s eyes went wide as warmth swept through his being. Simba was gentle with him and the other lion soon found himself returning the act, letting himself feel the affection from the other male. Around their touching muzzles, Simba made soft sounds that made Scar’s heart race again. He hadn’t felt like this in so long. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt his chest pounding like this… And just for a few moments, a bit of color returned to the world, becoming less lifeless and gray. Scar had mated with the lionesses as was his duty as king, but he had felt nothing as he did it; they hadn’t been too thrilled either. But [i]this[/i]? This was different… The dark lion didn’t understand what he was feeling...was love. Simba's love and affection washed over him, steadily chipping away at the rock the dark lion had surrounded his heart with. It would not be denied being felt. And slowly...ever so slowly, the color of emotions returned to Scar more and more. Scar actually reached around and held his nephew tightly. Simba felt this, but still remained gentle. He continued to gently kiss his shaking uncle, softly caressing him as his paws ran though his dark fur. While he kissed softly and nuzzled the other lion, Simba was hoping that he was getting through to Scar, showing him how he truly felt. Scar was starting to understand, feeling things that have been dulled for so long. The dullness was bleeding away, making room for a rush of emotions that Scar couldn’t find the words to describe even if he wanted to. Scar leaned forward, putting his paws around his nephew's neck who mirrored his action. Holding each other so close that the sides of their faces were touching. Simba looked at his uncle’s face and noticed that there were tears running down it. He could not remember the last time Scar had cried...for any reason. Had he finally broken through his uncle’s emotional dampening shell? Saying nothing, Simba held him as long as his uncle needed him to. He understood that this was a lot, suddenly able to feel so much after almost feeling nothing at all for so long. If need be, Simba was prepared to simply hold his uncle and console him if need be. The younger lion had in the back of his mind hoped they might get intimate, but he was ready to call that idea off since Scar needed him to just [i]be [/i]there. It took a bit of time, but Scar had collected himself, wiping his eyes. “Simba… C-can you help me?” Scar asked. The other lion didn’t know what that meant but a moment later he felt something poking against him. He blushed and shuddered in excitement but reminded himself to be gentle. He nodded. “Are you sure?” Simba asked, not wanting to put his uncle through anything he was not ready for. Scar was embarrassed, with the return of these feelings, he had gotten rather excited. But all the same… “I… I want you to show me what you feel...t-towards me.” As excited as Simba was himself, this was his own first time with another male, let alone with the lion that made his heart skip a beat, Simba reminded himself that he had to be gentle about it. This wasn’t about mating...it was about showing his uncle how much he loved him. He decided to start out with a gentle approach. He was aware that he could not just go ahead the same way he could with a willing lioness. Slowly, he slunk down Scar’s body, letting his paws touch and press on its way down. On his way down, Simba found his target, the throbbing erection between the other lion’s hindlegs. He blushed as he finally laid eyes on it. Slowly and carefully he opened his mouth and let his tongue touch to it. A draw upwards was given and Simba could hear a sound coming from Scar, a sound never made before by the dark lion. His uncle groaned as his loins were touched by the hot, wet surface. His face flushed with heat, Scar looked down to see Simba tending to him. The soft licks helped him get used to actually feeling pleasure again. He couldn’t help but squirm and groan from each lap and press of the younger lion’s muzzle. Hearing his uncle enjoy himself made Simba smile so he continued, moving just a bit lower to tease his tongue against the soft-furred orbs that were looking rather plump with a need to be released. Gingerly, Simba first nuzzled them. Scar jumped a bit, surprised by the sensitivity. Another soft press helped him get used to it. “G-go ahead…” Scar said softly. There was a pause for a few seconds before he felt that tongue running over his orbs, slowly and with a smooth grace. He kicked his leg and hissed as a burst of pleasure than through him. That simple action...unlocked something within Scar. He had forgotten how good something like this could feel and it was only made better by the fact that it was Simba doing it, helping him feel these things again… He could not put it into words, each little thing done by the younger lion sent sparks flying within him and it was not long before those sparks ignited a flame. Another hiss came from Scar and Simba was afraid that he had hurt him so he stopped for a moment. "Uncle...are you okay?" Simba asked worried, but he needn't be. "Please...give me more." Scar wanted to feel more. Simba just nodded and continued, moving even lower, finally daring to make contact with the soft hole. He knew that he could not just mount it right away, he would have to make sure that his uncle was prepped first. So he wasted no time pressing his tongue to the entrance, making more soft licks that coaxed more movements and sounds from Scar. “Aah..!” Scar grunted as the warm tongue pushed inside, already licking and slicking his hole with saliva the moment it reached deep enough. Heavy pants came from the dark lion as he could feel it moving inside, making his body warmer and squirm more. Simba was getting more and more excited as he continued, the sounds and the feeling on his tongue were riling him up. This was really happening. He could hardly believe it and he fought hard to keep going slow for now… His tongue pulled free and he could see that his uncle was ready. With no further questions, Simba slid his body over the other lions, mounting him and holding him so close that their chests were touching. Once in proper position, Simba could feel his length poking against the wet hole. After a missed attempt he hit his mark and the two of them raised their voices. Intense feelings of pleasure raced through the both of them. As Simba slowly pushed in, Scar held onto him as if he would disappear otherwise, but the younger lion didn’t mind, it was just a testament to how badly his uncle needed this. Once he was fully inside, feeling the heat and soft flesh around him, Simba shuddered and moved his body, getting into a slow rhythm, feeling the most pleasure he ever had. Clinging to him, Scar was breathing heavily as he was filled, able to feel the length rolling back and forth inside of him. “S-simba… Aah!!” A sudden thrust from the golden lion made him cry out. The younger male’s love broke through and touched him fully. For the first time, he felt a sense of happiness. The bond between him and Simba was already strong before, but now…it was something powerful and dare he say...unbreakable. The two of them gazed into each other’s eyes, holding their bodies close. Another soft whimper came from Scar as Simba rocked his body again, making a soft growl of his own. “Un-uncle…” Simba panted, the feelings inside him were more intense than anything he ever had experienced. “Uncle...I...I…I love you…” As Simba grew up he had steadily felt a stronger and stronger attraction to Scar. At first he thought it was because the dark lion replaced the place his father had, but as time went on he finally understood he loved him as more than just the person who had brought him up after his father had died. Scar did not know how to put words to the overwhelming joy he felt hearing that. But he started feeling more for his nephew, a quickly growing seed sprouting feelings of attachment and even love for him as well. Simba moved his body faster and reached within deeper. Scar held his nephew tighter, tracing his paws down his spine, sending shivers through the golden lion. Returning the embrace, Simba kept their bodies close. Hearing the older lion moan and softly say his name, the younger lion could no longer hold himself back. Another grunt came from him as he gave another hard push. Under his grip, Scar arched his back, raising his voice as well. Despite the slow pace both of them were getting very close to reaching their climax, both immensely spurred on by each other’s pleasure. Rubbing their bodies close, moaning each other’s names… An eruption of affection and pleasure enveloped them both. Simba shoved himself inside and made deep grunts as he came, the heat and sensations led to Scar doing the same, roaring out as the bliss of his release made the world around him spin. Panting and shivering, the two of them held each other closer, letting the euphoria linger throughout their bodies. Scar gave a small lick to Simba’s cheek, smiling genuinely for the first time in ages. But the older lion wasn’t done yet. A fire had been lit inside him and it was still burning fiercely. With an impressive and sudden display of strength, Scar playfully pushed the lion onto the chamber’s floor, switching the positions. Simba was surprised, but Scar shushed him as he slid down the golden lion’s body, copying his actions. Simba shivered as Scar slowly dragged his paws down his body until he reached his groin, the young lion’s erection had slightly started to withdraw, but a teasing lick from the dark lion began reviving Simba’s erection anew. “U-uncle…” Simba moaned as the dark lion began licking him, his movements coming purely from instinct rather than any experience like his nephew. Scar was eager as he used his tongue, lapping the erection between the other lion’s legs, lapping up the seed that still covered it. When it was all clean, he made a low noise and moved lower, playing a little with his nephew’s testicles with his tongue before pressing it to the tight hole, slowly running his tongue over it before pushing inside, slowly twirling his tongue inside, running it over the soft walls. As he prepared his nephew, moans filled his ears. They awakened those primal instincts within him that had been dormant for a long time. His approach was a bit rougher than the other lion’s, reaching his tongue in deep, making sure that it was more than ready for what was to come. Lying on the cavern’s floor, Simba couldn't keep himself from whimpering or moving from the thick tongue running through his insides. The rough surface teased him and spread a deep heat that made him pant. Scar pulled his tongue free, feeling himself throbbing with need. As he loomed over Simba, he first spoke. “Are you ready for this?” he asked, not sure if he would be able to control himself if he began. It had been so long and he wanted the other lion so badly… Simba gave him a nod, feeling that he was prepared. As his uncle lowered his body over his own, the golden lion shuddered. Scar lined himself up on the first try and made a low growl as he thrust his hips forward, sliding his length past the virgin tailhole. “U-uncle!” Simba moaned. Intense feelings never experienced before ran through him. Scar used his body to hold him in place, starting to move his body and slide himself back and forth inside of the other lion’s. Scar did his best to start slow, letting Simba adjust, but then the dark lion sped up. He felt an urgent need to let his feelings be known like Simba had let his own be known to him...he desperately needed to say "I love you too." Scar held him close and made deep growls, the two of them melted into each other’s embrace. The hard bucks of the older lion’s hips, kept moans spilling from Simba’s muzzle. He could feel just how Scar felt about him. With all the lust between them, there was clear affection and love. The two of them said nothing, apart from the grunts and sounds of pleasure as Scar sped up and reached his length in deeper. They fully understood each other’s feelings with no need to communicate. Even through the intense feelings going through him, the steady rocks of his body and the filling of his hole, Simba was so happy that Scar felt the same. He could almost feel the darkness within Scar’s heart giving way, allowing his soft light to take its place. The golden lion was getting close, needing just a bit more to achieve release. "U-uncle...please!" The young lion begged and Scar gave him what he asked, he thrusted in with quick, deep movements. Scar let out a primal growl, letting his instincts take over. With a final hard thrust, both of them reached their climax together. Simba could feel himself being filled for the first time, unloading his own seed between their bodies. He heard Scar purring in bliss and he pulled him in close again, sharing a deep kiss. The two of them were soon enjoying the afterglow of their immensely intense lovemaking. “U-uncle… I love you…” Simba said softly, burying his head into the other lion’s mane. A soft smile spread over Scar’s muzzle as he gently held Simba. “I love you too,” he said as he affectionately stroked his nephew’s mane.