Rosewater Oasis Bana hayat ver

@Samirseti

The trip had been anything but short, but the newlyweds arrival was certainly worth their toil. The oasis was just as beautiful as Arslan had promised, an area teeming with life in the dry, unforgiving desert.

A grin settled on his face, looking to his shining lover stood under the sunlight. So, what do you think my Prince? He was certainly pleased with himself.

It was a perfectly suitable area for them to settle, and as promised it was far from the formed packs of the Lowlands; including the lion's own Verapaz. Oh, how he would miss being in the coils of his dear Soto.

Samir stood still for a moment, his golden eyes sweeping across the oasis with an almost predatory intensity.

The vibrant greens and glimmering waters stood in stark contrast to the barren sands surrounding them, a jewel hidden in the harshness of the desert. It was as though the gods themselves had carved this place for him to claim.

His gaze drifted to Arslan, catching the way the sunlight danced across his coat, making his russet fur glow with life. Samir allowed a rare, genuine smile to curve his lips, one reserved only for his lion. "You’ve outdone yourself, Nefer," he murmured.

"It is everything you promised."

His tail waved in the face of praise. We must begin to stake our claim then, yes? He preferred to begin quickly, this way they would be able to take their time and rest afterwards.

He was sure they would have little trouble recruiting wolves, for the desert was full of needy individuals who were ill-suited to the environment. A vibrant oasis was sure to attract them.

Together they would dominate the lowlands, expand their empire and ensure their legacy. They would live up to their birth-given right as rulers.

The oasis stretched before him like a dream made tangible, but the vision in his mind was far greater. It was not just a place to rest, to drink, to live—it was the heart of an empire waiting to be born. The desert would kneel before him, the lowlands would bow.

His name would be that of a God.

He had not always craved such power. The desire had been dormant, a shadow lingering behind his ambition. But now, the fire had been stoked, burning hotter than he had ever imagined.

Pharaoh. It was his destiny. He had been born for this, sculpted by the sands and the sun, molded by bloodlines that demanded he rise above all others. And now, he longed for it with every fiber of his being.

"Yes," he murmured, his voice low and steady, though his tail flicked with restless energy. "We must move quickly.."

Samir stepped closer to Arslan, brushing his muzzle against the lion’s cheek, his voice dipping into a rich, commanding tone. "Go now, my little lion," he ushered with a kiss. "Seek those who will kneel to us. The weak, the lost, the desperate—bring them to us."

His golden eyes burned as he pulled back, looking at Arslan with affection and fervor. "I will remain here, ensuring no one dares encroach on what is already ours. Tonight, we will meet again, here at the oasis, and she shall know the extent of our desires. Our love."

Oh, but how can you usher me away so quickly? He practically pouted. Surely there were a few trees to piss on, right? Though he was sure he had covered that upon his first visit. Tired of me so soon?

He wished to be needy, if only for now. Samir was his first and only love, and he wished to savour each meeting with him. Though really, if he could not spark something in Samir he had few excuses not to comply.

Well, except maybe that he did not want to.

The oasis was a true treasure, he wished to enjoy it together in the daylight.

His golden eyes bore into Arslan’s, and for a moment, his voice dipped into something richer, hungrier.

"It is because I want this—because I want you—that I push us forward. Our legacy begins now, and I will not let it slip through our paws for the sake of a moment’s comfort."

Samir paused, letting the words settle before leaning back slightly, his smirk returning.

"But if you must stay a little longer," he added, his tone shifting back to a playful edge, "then show me something worthy of the time you demand. Surely, my little lion has more than pouts and protests to offer."

His challenge hung in the air, daring Arslan to respond.

Before Arslan could make to move, he laughed, a low and vibrating chuckle. With slender movements, he stepped forwards, closing distance between he and the Oasis. A glance cast over his shoulder beckoned his love closer.

"Come then, red lion. Let us enjoy."

Licking his lips, he soon moved after Samir. Oh, how he loved to hear their shared ambition drip from his tongue. It nearly made him desperate to keep such a sight to himself. But he knew very well that he could not be greedy, for there was already more than enough that was for him alone to see.

A part of him wondered what he would do should Samir ever reveal those parts of him to another. Blazing eyes stared through his lover, contemplating his answer.

Break his legs. The decision was simple, a way to ensure he could never truly leave.

Such thoughts were kept to himself, tucked away in the back of his mind. Oh but you do love it when I pout, don't you? He practically purred, brushing his shoulder against that of the larger man's.

An oasis like this, it truly is a blessing don't you think? He smiled, resting his head against Benim. A part of me wonders if it was placed here in celebration of our union.

He nudged Arslan’s head lightly with his own, the motion brief. "If it is here for us, then it is ours to take. If not, we will make it ours. That’s all there is to it."

His tail flicked behind him, his posture relaxed yet purposeful as he continued, "That’s all the blessing I need."

Samir fell silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on the glimmering water ahead. "Now," he said, glancing back at Arslan, "You will make your Pharaoh proud, won't you, Nefer?

He smirked, coming to brush his side along his husband's. Then he paused. "Here." His nostrils flared as he inhaled the scent of his domain.

"This is where we shall be wed. Beneath Ra's glorious gaze."

Once the prospect of being wed terrified him. He had hated Sevda, her entitled attitude and the confidence she carried herself with. He may have been able to tolerate his lack of attraction to her, had he not found her to be so insufferable.

It was ironic really, that he now found himself fulfilling the role she should have. Haseki. He mumbled under his breath. If you are a Pharaoh, then I suppose that is my role, yes? Haseki. That had been the role of the leading female in Siena. A favoured consort, or the wife of the leading male. Arslan was no woman, but he would not leave room for one. He trusted Samir to remain loyal, but he did not trust that there would not be a woman who would try to fulfill such a position; and he did not wish for blood to cover his paws.

He wished to be obedient to Samir alone, for nobody but his love was worthy of such a sight. He need not be a Sultan, so long as they were together.

Samir's ears twitched as the word slipped from Arslan’s lips, and for a moment, he was silent. Then, a slow smile curved his lips, not mocking but intrigued, almost pleased.

"Haseki, the one who holds the Pharaoh’s trust and heart. Yes… it suits you, Nefer."

Samir leaned in, brushing his muzzle along the lion’s cheek, his breath warm against Arslan’s fur.

"Haseki," he murmured again, savoring the word. "You are my chosen. The one who shares my rule, my vision, my life."

Samir’s tail swayed lazily behind him, his satisfaction palpable as he regarded Arslan.

He stared up at Samir with eyes that carried only love for the man. In such a short time, he had become the center of his world. A part of him of course, felt disappoint that he would never be a king. Not next to his husband.

Such woes would not be voiced.

In Siena, the vow 'til death do us apart' was quite literal. The moment they were wed, Arslan's eye would never again stray. Of course. Would I be here otherwise, Benim?

There was nothing he wished for more than to wake up next to him each day, to have little copper and gold puppies that would shine under the sun.

Their home would thrive. There was no other option.

He brushed his muzzle against Arslan’s cheek, lingering there for a moment as though savoring the contact.

Inwardly, Samir marveled at his own performance, the ease with which the words rolled off his tongue. Love—true love—was a luxury he had never allowed himself, but he had learned early that devotion could be crafted, manipulated, and wielded.

Arslan’s affection was a tool, one that would help him forge their empire. Yet, as his gaze met blazing amber, he let his smirk curve back into a smile, knowing that sincerity was the most powerful lie of all.

"The puppies, the home, the future we will build—it’s all for us, Nefer," he continued, his voice steady and full of promise. "There is no other path for me, no other man who could stand by my side as you do."

He leaned in closer, his nose brushing Arslan’s ear, his breath warm against the smaller wolf’s fur. "You are my heart, my strong lion," he purred, letting the words hang in the air like a sweet poison.

He swayed his hips into the smaller male's.

I know that well. He stated, a grin growing on his face. I would have to break your legs otherwise. His thoughts from earlier seeped through, though they were spoken as a joke.

Good Gods, maybe he really was turning into his father.

I'd like to renew my scent posts from my first visit. He decided, quick to move on. Find a good spot for a den, if nothing else.

Bumping his head against Samir he then turned away. He had abandoned his dear serpent for him, it was only right that he be grateful.

Samir chuckled softly, the sound low and indulgent as he watched Arslan with a sharp, knowing gaze. "Break my legs, would you?" he mused, his tone carrying just enough humor to match the lion’s jest, though his golden eyes glinted with something darker.

"Careful, Haseki."

He let the words hang in the air for a moment, deliberate in their weight, before his expression softened into a faint smirk.

The shift was subtle, calculated, as he took a step closer, brushing his shoulder against Arslan’s in a rare gesture of familiarity. "Renew your scent posts, then," he said, his voice smoother now, unbothered by the lion’s sudden shift in focus.

When Arslan bumped his head against him and turned away, Samir’s gaze lingered, watching the lion with an expression that bordered on amusement. Gratitude, loyalty, and devotion—it was all so easily secured.