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Shiftael has a bit of a clothing fetish when it comes to flashy military uniforms, which is one of the reasons he likes Bucky O'Hare so much. And, truth be told, he's succeeded in turning me on to the idea behind it (you may have noticed it cropping up briefly a couple of times in "Captive"). Thusly, this story pretty much revolves around the idea of "uniform fetishism," so if you don't like the idea, then you don't have to read it. Otherwise, enjoy with my compliments. :)

NOTE: Someone commenting on my previous Bucky/Al story when I posted it on Fur Affinity said that both Bucky and Al were horrendously out of character, and that the story didn't quite measure up to my previous Bucky stories. While he was entirely right, I, personally, don't really care much, so long as great sex is had. :)

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

(adults only please) By: Kooshmeister & Shiftael

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It had been some months since Bucky O'Hare had begun his relationship with the mercenary Al Negator. The war had quieted down enough that he was able to steal away to Al's hideout more and more often, to the point that the two might as well have been living together. Bucky, at the moment wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts, was lying in bed reading a book when Al entered. The alligator had been on a mission somewhere. Being a mercenary meant that, unlike Bucky, he was on call even when there wasn't any fighting going on. Precisely what the mission was, was unknown to Bucky. Al never discussed his work with his boyfriend, and Bucky never asked.

He looked up from his book, smiling at the sight of his lover as Al came in and flumped down exhaustedly on the bed. "Hi," he said. "How did it go?"

Al crawled over and curled up alongside Bucky. "Fine," he said. "I'm exhausted, but glad to see you." He leaned over and pecked Bucky on the cheek.

The hare chuckled, closing his book and setting it over on the bedside table, then kissed Al back on the snout. Al cuddled up close to him, and showered his face with gentle kisses, since it had been a while for the two of them. Bucky didn't mind. He welcomed Al's attention, and could already feel himself getting hard in his boxers. He kissed back again, this time on the lips, making soft smacking sounds in the quiet of the bedroom. Al mmmed and wiggled with Bucky, then pulled back, heaving a deep, contented sigh, the front of his yellow one-piece, legless bodysuit already bulging with his arousal. Bucky smiled at him. There was no doubt about it. They were gonna screw, whether Al was tired or not.

But Bucky and Al tended to do more than simply screw. Simple sex was fine in and of itself, but, since they'd begun dating Bucky had learned a couple of things about Al. Namely, that the alligator had some pretty interesting kinks. Chief among these was a sexual interest in military uniforms. Why, Bucky had no idea, and Al himself didn't even seem to know. He just knew that, under the right circumstances, a man in uniform was hotter than a naked one. So tonight, they would play one of their very special games. Namely, dress-up.

Al reached around and cupped Bucky's rear, giving it a squeeze. "You like my ass, don't you, Al?" Bucky asked, smirking.

"I like you, period," the alligator replied, tapping Bucky's nose gently with a claw tip.

Bucky scooted closer and ground his hips gently against Al, and in response, Al's unusually flexible tail curled around Bucky's left thigh. The big alligator ground his own concealed erection against the hare, groaning deeply and wrapping his arms lovingly around Bucky, grazing his claws up and down Bucky's back, making the hare arch his back. After a few moments of this, the parting, panting already.

Al was the first to strip. He stood on the bed, wobbling a bit but managing to keep his balance using his thick tail. He first took off his heavy black utility belt, throwing it aside with a clunk, and then he reached around himself, grabbing the concealed zipper on the back of his yellow bodysuit, and deftly pulled it down. He then wiggled out of the suit and pushed it down his legs, kicking it aside. But for his wrist gauntlets, kneepads, and the bands around his biceps, the purple alligator was now completely nude. His erection stood hard and proud, angling of its own accord towards his considerable paunch.

Bucky licked his lips. Al's potbelly was something he found oddly attractive about the gator. And the way Al's thick cock curved back against it made Bucky's mouth water. The potbelly aside, Al was otherwise an Adonis, a tower of muscle, the epitome of masculinity. He could still remember the first time he laid eyes on Al, all those years ago on Orwell Station. Although at the time it had been strictly business for both of him, Bucky still remembered thinking, insanely, that he wanted to touch that tummy. And he did so now as Al got back down onto the bed, rubbing his paws over the belly.

"Nice to know I still have the magic touch," Bucky said.

Al mmmed, nodding, and as Bucky stroked over Al's tummy, the head of his cock, without even being touched, already began to flare and quiver. Bucky then grinned widely and took his hand away, then slid off the bed. He went over to the closet, opening it up, his red S.P.A.C.E. uniform, ironed and starched, neatly suspended therein on a hanger. Al gasped and blushed, knowing where this was going, barely able to contain himself, his shaft twitching even more at the mere idea. His tail curled up, the tip just grazing itself against his balls.

Bucky got the uniform on its hanger, draping it over the footboard of the bed. Smiling, he then slipped off his boxers and stood completely naked before Al. Like Al, he too had a bit of a potbelly, although nowhere near as prominent as the alligator's. He didn't quite know the story behind Al's paunch, but Bucky's own tummy was the result of too much between-meal snacking. He had a weakness for carrot cake, and it went straight to his stomach. Luckily, he kept in good enough shape that, like Al, the rest of his body was not fat at all. But the similarity between their bodies ended there. Whereas Al was all muscles, Bucky was very smooth-bodied. He had a svelte runner's build.

Bucky separated the different clothing pieces. He started with the red jodhpurs which he pulled on one leg at a time, tugging them tightly and zipping up the front, popping his tail through the hole in the rear, his erection making a very large bulge in front. He then pulled the jacket portion on, hung slightly over the waistline of the pants, and zipped up the front, then put on the wide, thick yellow belt which stretched over his paunch nicely. He pulled it up just the right amount, making sure it helped emphasize his tummy.

Next came the boots. For this, Bucky had to sit on the edge of the bed and pull them on, but luckily this didn't take long and a moment later they were on and Bucky stood up again. He then took the cape and whooshed it dramatically around himself, the epaulets on his jacket flaring, and carefully fastened the clasps of the cape underneath them. Al, meanwhile, was going absolutely nuts on the bed. He squirmed, bucking himself in the air, his cock leaking pre, all without even touching himself in the slightest. He was sorely tempted to reach down and start stroking himself, but resisted, his eyes glazing over.

Bucky turned and winked at his lover once the cape was fastened, then picked up the two yellow gloves and very slowly put them on, stretching them good and tight, followed by the aviator's cap with goggles, and, then, he stood before Al in full dress uniform, commando-style without any undergarments. The gloves alone had a huge effect on Al. He grunted, finally giving in to the urge to pleasure himself, reaching down and clamping his hand around himself firmly, and began stroking, close to the brink already, watching Bucky through slitted eyes. That Bucky not only indulged his deepest and dearest desires, and furthermore actually understood them, and, what's more, actually wanted to understand them, reminded the gator of precisely why he loved Bucky O'Hare.

Bucky then went over to the chest-of-drawers and opened one of the two small drawers on top, removing the box containing his U.A.C.-issue maser pistol. Bucky knew the power cell was removed at the moment, so it couldn't accidentally fire. Regardless, he checked and double-checked it after taking it out of the case, just to make absolutely certain. He needed it to complete the ensemble, and the last thing he wanted was for it to go off while he and Al were together. He stood there for a moment with his back to the bed, holding his gun as though contemplating, and then suddenly he spun around, cape billowing, and pointed it at Al! After a short pause, though, he relaxed. He twirled the pistol around on his finger and then attached it to his belt, now feeling as though were truly fully dressed.

Watching, Al blinked and his jaw dropped. Knowing he shouldn't, he jerked himself more rapidly for a few seconds, a bit of pre squirting from the tip of the cock, then stopped, squirming and writhing, trying to save himself even if by that point it was achingly difficult. "Bucky," he said softly. To anyone else the scene would appear strange. Neither lover was at all near one another and yet they are already behaving as though they were making love, and, in a sense, they were; Bucky was pleasuring Al in their own, special way, after all.

Bucky sashayed over the bed and admired the fully aroused alligator, watching the purple hand moving smoothly up and down the enormous erect penis, his own erection still throbbing within his jodhpurs. Al used his copious amounts of pre to coat himself, making lewd, slick noises in his palm, his erection looking close to exploding. For a few moments Bucky simply stood there, watching, and then, in one swift moment, they were in each other's arms once more, one completely naked, the other fully dressed, Bucky kissing Al on the lips deeply as Al squeezed his lover firm and close, tail and all. They then both fell over sideways onto the bed, still kissing.

Their lips parted, both panting, both starting to work up a good sweat now. Al gazed fondly into Bucky's eyes, tail tip stroking along his thigh. His hand then slid down Bucky's front, giving his cock bulge a good grope in a gesture both loving and teasing at the same time. Bucky then rolled over onto his back. Al's hand stayed put, and the green hare started humping the purple alligator hand. He reached up, and took off the aviator's cap, tossing it aside, and unzipped the front of his jacket down to the beginning of his tummy, but left it on, getting comfy. Now was the time for him to remove certain articles of the uniform, but keep most of it on, to give a teasing partial nakedness. Al would help him with the second stage of this. The gator leaned in, his snout sliding into the unzipped jacket to nuzzle at Bucky's chest, the tip bumping into a nipple. The nub became erect, and Al's tongue slid out to lick it, causing Bucky to gasp girlishly.

Al continued stroking Bucky through the jodhpurs, and then his clawed fingertips wriggling and managing to grasp the zipper and pull it down, allowing seven inches of nice, thick hare-cock to spring free on its own. Al pulled out from within Bucky's jacket and licked his lips at the sight. He scooted down until he was between Bucky's legs, which were splayed wide, then leaned in for a closer look. The cock was leaking precum. He sniffed at the pre, then lapped it up, licking with his tongue which slithered its way up and down Bucky's erection, knowing just the right places to touch and tease.

"Oh, Al," Bucky moaned, bucking his hips once.

Al kept kiss-licking up and down the cock, and once back up at the top he pursed his lips. Those perfectly-curved lips then parted ever so slightly, and he began slowly making his way down. He went with deliberate slowness, knowing full well how pent up Bucky had to have been from him being away on his mission, revelling in drawing it out. Bucky silently cursed Al for this, but knew deep down it'd be worth it in the long run. Slow and steady. It was almost a full minute before Al's snout reached the base of Bucky's maleness, taking him all in, and then, with equal slowness, he began to bob his head. Unable to do anything but lie there and dig his fingers into the blanket and moan, Bucky could only give a couple of quick, eager thrusts of his hips, feeling the familiar itch of an orgasm building behind the base of his cock. Al stayed the course, though, keeping up the deliciously slow torture, slowly picking up the pace as he felt Bucky's cock start to quiver in his mouth. He reached his huge hand into the jodhpurs to fish out Bucky's balls, delicately cupping, then gently squeezing them.

Bucky squeezed his tightly shut, his mouth between a wide smile, a grimace with gritted teeth, and tight-lipped concentration. Thin beads of sweat slid down the sides of his face, feeling his climax drawing ever nearer, but not quite there yet, although his throbbing cock did squirt off a few droplets of precum onto Al's waiting tongue as the big sexy gator blew him. Al began bobbing faster now, relentlessly, passionately, jiggling Bucky's orbs between his fingers, his head a purple blur between Bucky's legs. Finally, Bucky cried out as he had an orgasm, his entire body locking up, cock spasming and shooting its gift into Al's wonderful mouth.

Al wanted to drink it all, but he only drank about half of it now, timing it. He was by now fairly familiar with how long Bucky's climaxes could last. He then tenderly pulled his muzzle away while Bucky was still cumming, and his hand quickly moved to fiercely grip the shaft. Bucky moaned as Al manipulated his cock while pumping with his fist, aiming it at his chest, so that the rest of his cum was painted across his bare chest fur, the parted uniform front, his epaulets and his collar, neck and chin. Occasional bursts flew clear over Bucky's head and splattered a few droplets along his ears, as well. Finally he stopped cumming and lay there panting softly.

Al sat back for a moment and admired his handiwork. Bucky, lying exhausted before him, partially undressed and decorate nicely with cum. In particular, he loved the way his seed slid and dripped down the fringes of his epaulets. He then leaned in to kiss Bucky quite fiercely on the mouth, getting on top of him and mashing Bucky's still-hard but spent length between their tummies. Bucky kissed back, but not quite as fiercely, mostly drained from his powerful orgasm. It would take him a minute or two to recover so he could return the favor and service Al, but the gator could wait. He continued mash-grinding his hips so that their bellies ground themselves together, letting Bucky taste the traces of his own seed still on his tongue as they continued to kiss, some leftover cum oozing out of his spent cock.

They lay together until Bucky managed to regain his strength, and Al rolled off of him, allowing him to sit up and stretch, popping his back and neck. "Enjoy that, baby?" Al asked softly, rubbing Bucky's shoulders.

Bucky nodded. Then, getting an idea, he slid off the bed once more and knelt down in front of it, reaching over to gently take hold of Al's thighs. "Come on," he said.

Al sat up as directed, tummy heaving rapidly, causing it to expand and contract against his until-now ignored erection. He allowed Bucky to guide him and position him so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs spread, Bucky between his thighs, face a few inches from Al's tummy and groin, able to smell his own seed that had rubbed off on him while they'd been cuddling. Al's fingers wrapped around his thick gator-meat and he began stroking himself, no longer trying to hold himself back like before, squeezing with intense pressure towards the tip. Bucky leaned forward and nuzzled the weeping, quivering head of Al's cock, gently licking away some of the pre, prompting the alligator to spread his thighs a bit more invitingly. Gently he reached up all of a sudden and brushed Al's hand away with his own gloved ones, gently taking the cock into both hands. Al leaned back a bit, looking on as Bucky began sliding gloved fingertips over the thick reptilian penis.

Al growled deep in his throat, fingers curling around the bedsheets tightly, and Bucky closed his eyes as he started bucking and jerking his hips upwards sharply, letting the thick alligator penis slide across his face, leaving some thin streaks of pre in his green fur. The area between Al's legs smelled strongly of sheer manliness, and he loved it. Al humped just a bit more firmly, his entire body trembling, and he tilted his head back sharply all of a sudden, finally losing it. He came, hard. Bucky leaned back and felt the first shot hit him in the neck, allowing Al's subsequent bursts to shoot all over his face and even into his head fur. Al growled again and the next couple of spasms were so forceful his cum shot clear over Bucky's head and landed on the carpet behind him. Bucky sighed happily as he allowed Al to cum onto him.

Al's flow finally tapered and ended. Grumbling happily, he leaned his head back down and looked at Bucky, who slowly opened his eyes, albeit carefully. Al's thick seed dribbled and dripped off of Bucky's cheek fur and down onto his uniform. He reached up to wipe it away but was stopped as Al grabbed his wrist, smirking. He then reached down and scooped Bucky up, easily lifting the smaller hare back into bed with him, sitting Bucky in his lap. Unlike his green lover, Al possessed more stamina in the bedroom, able to recover faster after an orgasm. He leaned in and nuzzled his cum-streaked face, rumbling, and then slowly licked the cum away from his eyes. He then wrapped his muscular arms around Captain Bucky O'Hare and slowly lay back in the bed with Bucky lying on top of him. They kissed softly, more rivulets of cum dripping off of Bucky's face and onto Al's muzzle, which were quickly lapped up.

"I'm glad you're back," Bucky whispered. They then both slowly fell asleep like this, drifting off into dreamland with the room smelling of cum and sweat.

The End