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Yet another story written based off an RP I did with a friend, this time Shiftael. In point of fact, this story is written as a gift to him because he's the one who really turned me on to the character of Al, and made me think he'd make a wonderful boyfriend for Bucky. :)

Bucky O'Hare and Al Negator are copyright 1992 Sunbow Entertainment.

(adults only please) By: Kooshmeister & Shiftael

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"Al, the house is burning down!" Bucky yelled as he sat up in bed.

He had awoken to the smell of something burning, and could see smoke wafting into the bedroom through the open door. Wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts, he got out of bed and ran across the hall to where the kitchen was. Al's lair wasn't very large. It was a spy's lair. Small with a heavy door and no windows. Loads of high-tech weapons and equipment, with little room for the comforts of home, so to speak, although they were working on that. Bucky entered the kitchen to find Al, nude, standing at the stove and fanning away smoke with his hand.

"What did you try to make?" Bucky asked, coming over to stand beside him. He couldn't tell what the blackened mess in the frying pan had originally been.

"Pancakes and bacon," Al said, looking a little sheepish, rather like a child who's been caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

"I'm assuming the bacon was mostly for you," Bucky replied, smiling.

The two had only recently started dating. Bucky could still remember the first time he met Al, all those years ago aboard Orwell Station when the big purple alligator had shown up to apply for the position of assistant warp drive mechanic, a post left vacant following the "death" of Chief Engineer Bruce in a skirmish with some Double Bubbles the day prior. Although Jenny and Deadeye (and later Willy) had all expressed concern over Al, finding him suspicious, Bucky thought nothing of the sort. Rather, he'd secretly felt attracted to the reptile, finding his large, muscular frame, offset by a considerable paunch, to be quite pleasing to the eye, and his easygoing, casual nature had also made an impression on Bucky. He'd made Al the new assistant engineer on the spot. He'd later regretted it, for Al had turned out to be a spy for the toads. In the following months, Bucky's harbored an intense grudge against Al for his betrayal, mostly because he felt foolish for trusting him simply because the sight of him gave the green hare a hard-on. However things changed after information provided by Al, always working both sides, led to the discovery that Chairman Harman was actually a toad spy.

And now they were dating. Dating! Bucky could still hardly believe it. He was still trying to figure out precisely how it had come about, but it was a little hazy. They'd met in a bar on Planet Sludge, and had made small talk, and wound up going into the men's room where they did what came naturally between two gay males, and made out in one of the stalls. The next thing Bucky knew, he was periodically sneaking away every chance he got and going to Al's fortified apartment to spend more and more time with the captivating alligator. He was head over heels in love with him.

Al's tail slithering around his waist jostled Bucky back to the present, and he smiled as Al drew him close. "Some of it was for you, too," Al said. Somehow, against his better judgement, Al was turning Bucky on to meat.

"Uh, it looks, er, delicious," Bucky said, again looking at the smouldering remains of the burnt bacon.

Al laughed. "I guess I'm just not the greatest multi-tasker." Reaching up, he got a waffle iron out of the cabinet and brought it down. "Waffles are much easier, anyway." He began to prepare them, still a bit nervous, unused to acting so unmasculine in front of anyone, let alone Bucky.

"Mmm, waffles," Bucky said dreamily, licking his lips.

Al's tail kept ahold of Bucky as the alligators poured the batter in evenly, shutting the lid. There was a steamy hiss. Using his tail, Al lifted Bucky up for a look, knowing that the hare liked his waffles a certain way, the lightest shade of golden brown. Bucky smiled, and then Al set him back down and released him so he could help, although everything was very high up due to Al's considerable height. "I guess everything is sort of high up," he said as they both noticed this at the same time.

Bucky jumped up in the air, grabbed some plates off a shelf, and came back down gracefully. "No problem," he said, winking.

"I think I could get used to this," Al said. "Having a helper around the kitchen, I mean."

He reached and stroked Bucky's left ear. The ear flicked in response, and he turned and smiled at the purple alligator, being reminded why he enjoyed Al's company so much. Al's fingertips traced deftly along the innermost part of the ear, as his tail wrapped around Bucky's thigh this time, making Bucky tense a bit, as he was still unused to Al's busy tail. However he gave it a reassuring pat to let Al know he didn't mind it. Al then leaned in and used his perfectly-curved snout to to take Bucky's ear tip directly into his maw, using his right hand to rub along the hare's chest. Bucky responded by reaching up and stroking Al's cheek, as Al returned the gesture. Bucky leaned in closer, hugging the alligator and stroking his belly. Al rumbled deeply and contentedly at that, taking deep breaths.

By this point, Bucky couldn't help but feel a lazy and pleasant arousal building in his underwear, snuggling with the big reptile, his groin rubbing against Al's thigh. Al glanced around, seeming to entertain the idea of the kitchen countertop for a moment, before changing his mind and escorting Bucky out of the kitchen and down the hall to the living room. The waffles were forgotten.

The living room was one of the few areas apart from the bedroom that Al had given an overhaul since Bucky had begun visiting him regularly. It had a fireplace, big screen TV, and a newly-installed built-in surround-sound system, as well as a large leather couch. Al flumped Bucky down on the couch, winked, and then began to load the fireplace with some logs from nearby. Bucky reclined on the sofa, watching as Al worked, loving the way his muscles flexed beneath his scaly purple skin. Al filled it nice and full. He again used his tail, this time to grab an oil can, pouring a smidgen on each log, then lit a match on a matchbook and threw it in. There was soon a roaring fire.

He stood, turning back to Bucky, who grinned, showing his buck teeth as he patted the sofa beside him, motioning for Al to come over. Al padded over and flumped down, draping his arm alongside Bucky, the large leather sofa seeming suddenly smaller, Al's weight making it bend inwards, Bucky sliding over until he was practically in the alligator's lap. Al rumbled happily, the feeling of the barely-clothed hare in his lap making his cock harden and begin to rise. He reached down and rubbed over Bucky's bare chest, and then his tummy as well, as he kissed him softly on the cheek. Bucky's paws slid over Al's potbelly, rubbing the slightly bulging tummy, closing his eyes as Al's purple lips touched his green cheek. Al tilted his head sharply, giving a deeply contented groan that came from deep within, turning Bucky's hips, meshing them against his thigh.

Bucky allowed Al to manipulate him. He began to move his hips against the bare purple thigh, nuzzling Al's chest and continuing to stroke over the large tummy. Al gasped, groaning deeply, hips rising considerably, his erection rising slowly into view between Bucky's spread legs, leaning like a magnet and directly against the curve of his tummy. Bucky's already large pink eyes widened considerably at the sight of Al's maleness. He'd seen few other men who could compare to Al, size-wise. He was incredibly well-hung at ten inches. The alligator's penis was a beautiful thing and he felt he could stare at it all day long. Meanwhile, his own hare cock throbbed strongly in his boxers.

Fingertips shaking, Al reached down to Bucky's boxers and carefully parted the fly on the front, then deftly used his fingers to fish the hare's seven-inch member out, his own cock silently throbbing. Al then shuffled off the couch, allowing Bucky to remove the underwear so that he matched the alligator's nudity. He draped the shorts over the arm of the couch. Instead of sitting back down again, however, Al surprised Bucky by kneeling down in front of him, between his spread legs. He gawked intensely at Bucky's erection, swollen with the blood of his arousal, as if seeing it for the first time, leaning forwards intently and taking a deep whiff of Bucky's crotch. He nuzzled his huge muzzle at the side of Bucky's girth. His lips began to purse, and, being ultra careful with his teeth, he slowly impaled that perfectly, and appropriately-shaped muzzle over Bucky's stiffness.

Bucky watched as his massive eight-inch erection slowly disappeared into Al's gorgeous muzzle, closing his eyes and letting out a soft moan as he felt the warmth of Al's mouth surrounding him, his cock throbbing strongly between Al's lips. "Mmm, oh Al," he whispered, barely audible. It was the first thing he'd said since they came into the living room.

Al took pains to be most careful, because with the positioning of his incisors, they could be awkward at times, so his lips weren't nearly as firm as they could be. Bucky took a deep breath and let it out long and slow, relaxing on the sofa as he was treated to the slow and sensual blow job he knew only Al Negator could give him. Not just because Al was an alligator. Were that case, any alligator could blow him this way. No, Bucky knew Al was so good at it because Al cared deeply for him. Nothing of his past, no matter what it was, seemed to matter at all, especially when they were together like this.

Al easily took Bucky's seven inches all the way in, clear down to his orbs, salivating copiously. The schlurping sounds were drowned out by the steady crackles of the fireplace. Bucky reached down and stroked Al's head lovingly. Al groaned in response, giving sharp, but still gentle corkscrewing twists of his head to the bobbing. Bucky mmmmed deeply and started to breathe a little faster as Al twisted his muzzle around his cock like that, as Al reached up, himself, to caress the hare's chest. His eyes appearing glazed, Al withdrew his head from Bucky's length, a long string of saliva (or perhaps pre, Bucky thought) stringing along with him. He quickly reached with his fist, enveloping his fingers around Bucky's shaft, giving it a few pumping tugs. The hare reflexively pumped his hips a few times in response, and Al's fist tightened, the grip centered about mid-point of Bucky's erection, though his thumb glided towards the tip, brushing against a certain point just underneath his crowned tip.

"Ohhhh," Bucky moaned deeply, his paw stroking over Al's head, a bit of pre appearing from the tiny slit at the tip of the erection, and slowly forming into a droplet that slid down the head and over Al's fingers.

Noticing this, Al quickly darted his head down. He was a little more experienced than Bucky. His tongue lapped out and licked away that pre, just the tip of his snout pursing over Bucky's tip, giving a few light bobs. Bucky began to thrust a little harder, a more steady stream of pre beginning to leak from the tip of his cock, as he could feel an itchy but pleasant sensation building deep in his testicles.

Al moaned softly, taking his mouth away from the cock and hunkering his body upwards, looming over Bucky and lying himself directly against the smaller hare. Bucky wrapped his arms around his reptilian lover, moaning as he felt the ten-inch alligator penis meshing against his paunch, leaving some trails of pre through his soft green belly fur, not that he minded. The green hare spread his slim yet athletic legs as wide as he could to allow Al's considerable bodily girth to fit comfortable between his thighs. Al, seeing that Bucky was very willing, groaned deeply, wincing, knowing how it could be for the first time, especially if not done right, or rushed. Wiggling his hips, he just gently nudged his erection underneath Bucky's balls, the thick head probing for Bucky's tail hole.

Bucky's eyes narrowed to slits as he watched Al on top of him, watching his movements, adoring the slinky serpentine way in which the purple alligator is able to move despite his seemingly ponderous bulk. During their relatively brief time together so far, Bucky had come to learn that there was a lot about Al he'd never known; namely, that while bulky, Al was anything but ponderous. He was graceful, gorgeous and sensual in his movements when he wanted to be. He gave a soft smile as he observed what Al was doing, too, noting where the big alligator member was apparently heading.

Al gave just a few brief and gentle nudgings, not wanting to spoil the mood with a selfish or wrong move, content to merely teasingly nudge. His head then tilted back sharply and he emitted a cry as his cock found Bucky's anus, and with a sudden thrust he was in. Bucky grunted, stroking Al's neck, grunted softly as he felt Al's girth entering his tail hole, slowly and gently spreading open his anal passage, the hare's legs still splayed wide around Al's body, his hands gripping Al's shoulders to steady himself. He'd been buggered before, but this was the first time he'd had Al inside him, as up until now their sexual adventures had not involved any actual penetration. The mammoth reptile penis was quite a lot for Bucky to take his first time with Al.

Al, grinning a little to himself, squeezed his eyes shut as his hips gave just a slight bit more insistent of a nudge, though the rumbling becomes deeper still, as he can feel the intense, white hot heat spread from his loins to the whole rest of him, without even thrusting at all he's almost certain his climax won't be very far off. His muscular arms slid around Bucky. Bucky relaxed, feeling safe in Al's embrace as the thick member filled his rear, grunting and giving it a few gentle squeezes with his anal muscles. His cock hung over his paunch unattended, but not for long. Al pulled him close, meshing his cock between both their tummies, rocking his hips back and forth as he made love to Bucky.

Bucky started to pant and groan as he felt a climax building deep inside himself, his moans deep and clearly male, and yet somehow breathy and feminine at the same time. Al panted as well, tongue lolling. There was nothing feminine about his moans. They were masculine in every sense of the word, and by this point they were becoming more like whines, although with his rumbling it occasionally came off as a gurgle. Bucky's form moved smoothly in time to Al's fluid thrusts, his aching erection sliding over the alligator's smooth belly scales, smearing copious amounts of pre all over them as well as his own fur as it went. Al kept a steady, medium, very rhythmic, very tender pace despite how close he felt, as Bucky whined and started to buck his hips, thrusting into Al's gorgeous potbelly, panting into his neck as he nuzzled his lover's neck.

Al squeezed his eyes shut tightly. He emitted a deep, deep growl and his pace suddenly increased greatly, tummy burrowing Bucky's erection deep within as he finally lost it. The alligator's entire body quivered in bliss as he seed began to erupt within Bucky's bowels. "Ah...ahhhh...aaahhhhhhhhh!"

Bucky cried out with passion, the feeling of Al's semen flooding his insides sending him over the edge, his cock twitching and erupting with a flood of stick hare seed. He continued to thrust, the sticky fluids causing his and Al's grinding bellies to make loud squelching noises. His tail hole clamped down on Al's erection as he came, too, squeezing it tightly throughout the hare's orgasm, during which he without provocation cried, "I love you, Al!"

Al's eyes teared up a bit at that, and he hugged the hare more tightly to him, moist, squishy sounds filling the room as their cum-covered tummies rubbed together. "I love you, too, Bucky," he whispered.

Against his will Bucky's eyes filled with tears as well, and he gently took Al's cheeks in his hands and pulled the alligator down into a loving kiss, his green lips meeting Al's purple ones, their tummies continuing to make lovely squishy noises with each movement they made, Bucky's legs wrapping around Al's waist. Al slowly and carefully began pulling himself out of Bucky, so they could be in a more comfortable position for cuddling. Bucky mmmed deeply as he felt Al's maleness leave him, clenching his sphincter to keep the alligator's lovely seed inside him, giving a long, deep sigh as he cuddled with Al in the afterglow, blinking and looking down to see he got more than a little bit of semen on his belly.

Al smiled and tenderly stroking and ruffling Bucky's head fur. Never did Bucky think something could feel so right, so warm and content all at the same time. took Al's arm by the wrist and did something he'd never thought he'd do, licking the clawed purple fingers before nuzzling the palm gently, just loving the feeling of Al touching him.

Suddenly Bucky sniffed, nose twitching. "Uh, Al, do you smell something burning...?"

"The waffles!" cried Al, and they both got up and hurried to the kitchen...

The End