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Obsession	By : Infek Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1875 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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every finger in the room is pointing at me

I wanna spit in their faces

then I get afraid of what that could bring

I got a bowling ball in my stomach

I got a desert in my mouth

figures that my COURAGE would choose to sell out now

I’ve been raising up my hands

drive another nail in

just what GOD needs one more victim

every day I crucify myself

nothing I do is good enough for you

and my HEART is sick of being in chains

you’re just an empty cage kid if you kill the bird

please be save me I CRY
Crucify – Tori Amos [Adapted]
Chapter XIV There Is No Life Without Love
Neji stormed inside although not quite able to get away from what he had long since lovingly dubbed “his personal hell”. Even after nine months of constant missions with Deidara, he would still get so easily annoyed, the man always getting under his skin, mostly with his favourite topic of all; Neji’s and Itachi’s relationship.
“So, it’s clear that you are the uke in the relationship, because honestly... I couldn’t ever imagine you mounting that stiff prick.” Deidara effortlessly kept up with him and Neji could see and hear the amusement radiating off of him. He took in a deep breath and sharply stopped, turning to his team-mate and letting his lips curl in a purposeful smirk. He’d finally reached his limit.
“I would seriously advise you to start looking out for your own partner because your fixation on mine and Itachi’s relationship is getting a tad bit obsessive, wouldn’t you agree? What you’re doing is juvenile, pathetic and useless. Or is this a matter of jealousy? Are you jealous? Of me? Of Itachi?” He walked forward, punctuating his words and pushing a hesitating Deidara closer and closer to the wall. Even if his team-mate was slightly taller than him, his confidence more than made up for that. One of the perks of being freed from his family. He still hadn’t reached his full potential but even Madara had complimented him on his highly improved techniques which had inevitably strengthened his self-assuredness in more personal areas. He had long since stopped shying away from Itachi’s touches around others but he also wasn’t prone to his constant outbursts of anger anymore as he was in the recent past. If the source of frustration is taken away there are very few other ways for things to turn out. The main reason for his enhanced techniques since only a calmed mind has room for other things than aggravation.
“Who is it? Who would you like to be in this contorted, twisted triangle you have created in your head? Tell me. So I can immediately set the record straight that no such thing will ever happen.” Neji pushed Deidara’s chest with the top of his index-finger, revelling in the power he had gained in just a few months, this exponential growth that had made him a true force to be reckoned with.
“Come on, we have to turn in a report.” Deidara sneered at him but didn’t say a word, following Neji like a petulant child. In truth, their relationship had its moments of tense confrontations which could be far worse than the one just now but they had quickly learned to rely on each other, appraising each other’s talents in silence and even having the occasional friendly bout of laughter, something Deidara had never been able to envision when he had seen Neji first walk into Akatsuki’s lair with his whole body as highly strung as a koto’s snare. Yet here they were, as close to friends (bordering on enemies) as their situation enabled them to.
Neji knocked on the door to Madara’s office and walked in, bowing his head in respect. Madara grinned as he saw them walk in and motioned for them to sit down in the chairs in front of his desk. Deidara plopped down, heaving a big sigh while Neji elegantly seated himself, a small tradition between them. Even before Deidara moved, Neji turned to him with an arched eyebrow, Deidara sticking up his opened head in response and letting a small tongue stick out from the mouth in the middle.
“Enough with the childish antics, Deidara,” Madara said, effortlessly closing the routine. “Details.”
Deidara rattled off everything that had happened on the mission, knowing that even the smallest detail couldn’t be forgotten. Madara demanded excellence in every step of the process, from every single one of his subordinates.
“Dismissed. Next mission will be in a week.” Neji’s and Deidara’s heads shot up in surprise.
“You mean a whole seven days off?” Seven days of freedom were unheard of in Akatsuki. They only got three days between missions at the most, usually only a mere two.
“Suna has decided to target Akatsuki. Best to lay low for a few days to see how things develop.” Neji frowned, finding Madara’s approach highly unusual. But honestly, he would worry about that in a week because if he had understood correctly, that meant all members were free of missions for the following days. He stood up and bowed before swiftly making his way through the many hallways. Seven days of freedom with Itachi. He just hoped Itachi had already returned from his own mission with Kisame. Opening the door to their room, he was met with a completely dark room, making his shoulders sag in disappointment. It had been a mistake to get his hopes up so soon since it could take quite a few days for Itachi to return. He switched on the lights and dropped his pack, immediately making his way to the bathroom to wash off the layer of dirt on his skin. Quickly removing his clothes and hitai-ate, he stepped into the shower and breathed in as a hot surge of water cooled his tense muscles. He made haste with cleaning himself, now just wanting to go to sleep. At least he could look forward to sleeping as long as his body wanted to. The moment his head hit the pillow, he smiled in satisfaction, burying his warmed form under the blankets. Hopefully Itachi will be back soon.
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Although nothing betrayed to the outside world that the little announcement intensely pleased him, Madara and Kisame looked at Itachi with grins on their faces, knowing exactly how much he was already looking forward to spending a few days privately with his lover.
“Report back in a week and do nothing to attract unwanted attention to yourself,” Madara sharply said, the last clearly directed towards Kisame. The former Kirigakure-nin had quite a talent to let his bloodlust run a little too freely, especially when he wasn’t on a particular mission but Itachi had quickly learned to appreciate him, both as a partner and purely for his skills. Kisame knew when to shut up and even without being told anything, he could always easily react to Itachi’s moves, making it decidedly easier to complete their missions.
“Is Neji back yet?”
“Came back a few hours ago. Now, both of you get out.” It almost sounded lovingly teasing, like something a big brother would say but Itachi knew better. Madara simply didn’t care about emotions or interpersonal relationships. He would only do the things necessary to have others execute his decisions. As long as he didn’t interfere with his and Neji’s relationship, Itachi could care less.
“So, what are your plans?” Kisame asked as they were walking to their own rooms.
“Going away.” Since his latest partner was far from the talkative kind, Kisame had been forced to decipher minimal facial expressions, body-language and verbal exclamations. And if he wasn’t mistaken, Itachi’s answering in itself meant he wasn’t so adverse to talking at the moment and he seized the moment to display his own plans.
“I think I’m gonna go to Suna. Stir things up a bit.” Itachi only gave him a look but Kisame jovially slapped him on his shoulder, the sheer force making him stumble forward a bit. “Sorry ‘bout that. I’ll probably go to an onsen somewhere. Everything here is so...dry.”
Itachi only nodded at him as a goodbye and opened the door to his room, softly closing it as a lone candle near the bed showed the sleeping form of his lover. He quickly washed up a bit, not desiring to wake up still smelling of old dirt and walked back over to the bed. As he leaned over Neji, who was breathing softly and looking like an innocent child, his mind took him back to the past nine months.
Neji had changed so much, luckily all for the better. There was no longer doubt and anger holding him down, preventing him from reaching his true potential. The world would have never seen such progress had he still been bound to Konoha. How grateful it had been to have Neji say to him that he was glad to have joined Akatsuki. His own progress couldn’t be underestimated either. Nothing holding him back here. Not even Madara. And naturally, the ultimate reward was the simple fact of being together. A shinobi was never one to be able to spend a lot of time with his loved ones, something which hadn’t improved for them since being Akatsuki-members but at least they could sleep together whenever both of them were here. In Konoha, their moments together had been few and sparse in between.
He crawled under the covers, lining himself up against Neji and wrapping his arms around his waist. Every time, he did his best to let Neji sleep through this but he couldn’t crawl into bed and simply lie next to him and even then, Neji was too good of a shinobi to remain completely unaware even in the deepest of sleeps. He felt him turning his head and Itachi pressed a soft kiss against his temple.
“’S everything alright?” Neji asked, his voice hoarse from sleep.
“Everything’s alright. Go back to sleep.” Itachi pulled Neji even closer to him and rested his head against his lover’s, his eyes already falling shut. It was so easy to fall asleep when you felt safe.
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Someone was stroking his morning-erection and he sidled closer to the touches, his mind slowly waking up and catching up to his body’s state. Then, he recollected past night’s events and he craned his neck, finding Itachi looking at him attentively. He breathed in a shudder as his cock was firmly squeezed, never taking his eyes from Itachi although he closed them as they kissed for the first time in two weeks. He turned fully around and stretched his body out over Itachi’s, for the moment ignoring his arousal and enjoying waking up in peace. His forehead was stroked with the top of a finger and he kissed Itachi’s neck.
“Are we staying here for the week?”
“I and Kisame passed a village called Semba. We spend enough time here.” Neji nodded although refusing to get up just yet. Now he understood why Shikamaru was always so fond of sleeping on his favourite hill. It was such a satisfying experience that you didn’t want to do anything else. His mouth tightened though as he thought of his former best friend. Probably the only thing he regretted about joining Akatsuki; having to sever ties with him in a most cruel manner.
“Come on, let’s get moving.” Neji got up with a sigh but seeing Itachi lying under him instantly made him change his mind as he set himself on his knees and crawled under the covers after giving Itachi a wicked grin. Simply breathing against Itachi’s half-hard cock was enough to make it fully hard and he ardently enveloped it into his mouth, Itachi spreading his legs further to accommodate Neji between them. He had never been averse to receiving blowjobs but it was easy to remember that in the beginning, he hadn’t been what one would call... enthusiastic. But after realizing the sense of power and satisfaction it evoked, it had become one of his favourite things to do whenever he and Itachi were alone and in a more physical mood. Itachi was already flexing his hips, trying to push his cock further inside Neji’s mouth. Neji only responded by letting his tongue swirl around the head before relaxing his throat and letting the erection disappear further and further into his mouth. Hands nestled themselves in his hair, urging his head to bob up and down faster and Neji let Itachi control the movements, listening to his laboured breathing. His hand slipped up to fondle Itachi’s balls softly, knowing from experience that it could give an even more intense climax, something Itachi was fast approaching. Neji scraped his teeth shallowly against the erection in his mouth before fluidly taking it fully into his mouth again, just as Itachi came. Eagerly swallowing every drip landing straight into his throat, he licked his lips and came back up, Itachi immediately wrapping his arms around him.
“Let’s go,” Neji said silently. Itachi looked at him in question but he only shook his head. “Make it up to me in the following days.”
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They arrived in the little town and while their appearances were enough to draw at least some attention, their lack of a slashed hitai-ate and typical Akatsuki-cloaks made them seem as two young men travelling. Or rather, two lovers. Some people looked disapprovingly at their interlinked hands but Neji or Itachi didn’t pay them attention, realizing all too well that there would always be people who disapproved of same-sex relationships. At least now they were in a position that those people couldn’t keep them apart anymore, unlike a few months ago.
They walked into the small hotel’s lobby and Neji looked around, appraising the tasteful decoration of the narrow room while Itachi booked them a room. Turning to Itachi softly talking to the hotel-owner, he bit the inside of his lip, actually giddy at the prospect of the week to come. He would enjoy this holiday to the fullest. Especially since it was right around a certain special time in their lives. In two weeks, their relationship officially started three years ago. He was hesitant to mention this to Itachi because it would make him feel too much like a girl remembering every single date with her boyfriend. Even if he wasn’t ashamed to feel giddy, it was a whole other matter to readily announce it to the rest of the world, including even Itachi.
But three years was quite the accomplishment considering all the strain their relationship had already been subjected to. While it would be a relief to think their relationship had undergone the hardest test yet; the threat of being forcibly separated, Neji feared that there would be many other threats for them to deal with. It would be too naive to assume Akatsuki would suddenly be left alone. They were only facing more scrutiny and attacks. An arm slipped around his waist and Itachi pulled him along, up the stairs towards their room.
“No one will bother us here.” Itachi said it casually as he opened the door to their room, urging Neji inside. He swiped his eyes over his surroundings, checking to see a last time that they hadn’t been discovered despite their inconspicuous attires and closed the door behind him. He would kill the enemy shinobi that dared to disturb him.
“It’s a really nice little place here. Peaceful.” Itachi turned his head to see Neji sitting in the comfortable sofa and he walked over, stroking the back of his head, making Neji look up at him.
“Yes.” Neji rolled his eyes at the monosyllabic response and got up to start unpacking whilst Itachi grabbed some more comfortable clothes to change into. A soft gasp filled the room the moment Itachi took off his shirt and he turned around to stare at Neji with a smirk.
“I had expected you to notice a lot sooner. For someone with Byakugan, quite a disappointment.” Neji clacked his tongue and briskly walked over, coming to stand behind Itachi and stroking the miniature tattoo on the middle of his back. A simple letter N but to Neji, it meant the world. He rested his head against Itachi’s shoulder and muttered a, “Thank you”.
“Three years weren’t even required to know we would last eternity.”
“Eternity sounds nice.” Itachi pulled him to his front and adeptly undressed a pliant Neji until he was completely bare in front of him. Ever since he first noticed him, Neji had only become more beautiful in every sense of the world. That pale skin that was so smooth to touch, that gorgeous face staring straight back at him. Just everything about Neji, he loved and admired. He was insatiable when it concerned him.
“Eternity sounds more than nice. It’s a promise.” Neji surged forward and wrapped his arms around Itachi’s neck, smacking their mouths together. They stumbled onto the bed, not caring that they were knocking their opened packs off, their contents spilling all over the floor. Itachi’s hands stroked every part of Neji who responded enthusiastically, arching in to every touch and silently begging for more. Itachi leaned over the edge of the bed to search for the tube of lube he had stacked somewhere and the moment he had it in its grasp, he opened it and slicked three of his fingers with the slippery substance. His mouth was instantly claimed again, even as he pressed a finger against Neji’s anus and then slipping it in completely.
A moan slipped out of Neji’s mouth, it immediately being captured by his own and he made quick work of preparing his lover, his own erection already straining against the confines of his pants. After three years, Neji could more than handle a shallow preparation, something he made clear with his upturned hips and his hand urging a second finger in. Itachi bit Neji’s lip slightly, a reaction of his own arousal as he felt the searing hot tunnel around his fingers and he slid in a third, hoping for those relieving words.
“I’m ready.” Itachi pulled out his fingers, pushing his trousers down a bit and lined himself up before slipping in the head of his erection. It was always so exhilarating to see that look of ecstasy laced with wonder in Neji’s eyes, a silent reaffirmation that their relationship was still as intense as two years ago. Neji breathed in before roughly pushing his hips lower, taking in the erection to the hilt. His mouth fell open in a pained gasp but he had come to appreciate the pain of that first inward thrust, purposefully sought after it. Both lay still, enjoying those first sensations, their breaths mingling.
Itachi got on his knees and held Neji’s hips, sliding out before pushing their hips together again, loving every single action and everything they caused internally. The only time his mind could take a complete break from all the worries, frustrations, every negative occurrence in his life and purely concentrate on the literal as well as symbolic connection with Neji.
Neji closed his eyes, his body trembling as Itachi shallowly grazed his prostate. There was no longer any urgency every time they did this as it had in the past. Now, they didn’t have to worry no longer that they might be separated. He moaned as his prostate was harshly slammed into and grabbed the blankets under him, suspecting that it was far from over and he was correct. A keening noise slipped out of his mouth as his prostate was hit over and over again, his back lifting from the bed.
Hovering over Neji, Itachi delighted in the reactions he could evoke, controlling his body so he could see more, hear more. No one else would ever see this. Neji only surrendered to him. Even for all the wonderful sensations coursing through him, reaching every nerve in his body, they weren’t the principal reason for why he enjoyed doing this so much. It was the fact that here, lying under him was the one he would do anything for and he knew, without lying to himself, that Neji would do anything for him. Who was going to try and separate them now, when they had both long since reached the point that living without the other would be like living without oxygen?
His breath stopped for a mere second at the thought of having to go on without Neji. But that would never happen. Even in death. There was not a single trace of doubt in his mind. He moaned, a low rumble in his throat as Neji tightened around his erection and he quickened the pace, striving towards that completion. He gripped Neji’s hips so hard they were bound to leave bruises but he needed the tension to focus on his lover’s face. He wouldn’t always succeed but when he could, he looked straight at him, seeing pure ecstasy and yet, at the same time a beautiful moment of calm spread over Neji’s face. Realizing that he was partly responsible made it all the better. His own orgasm gripped him after a few more thrusts and he shuddered, breathing in sharply. Hands pulled him down and he buried his face in the nook of Neji’s neck, softly kissing the skin his lips touched. The same hands which had pulled him closer stroked his hair in soft, soothing motions and now he allowed his eyes to close, his body becoming soothed.
“Three years. Three whole years,” Neji whispered, not quite able to believe it. They had both managed to survive all the perilous missions Madara threw at them and still been able to be together in every sense of the word.
“I love you,” Itachi breathed straight into his ear, making Neji shudder.
“Promise me eternity. Swear it. “The gravity in Neji’s tone made Itachi push himself up, pulling out of him but immediately wrapping his arms around him. This might be the most vulnerable he had ever seen him, the threat of being separated by Neji’s family not having the same intensity of whirling emotions as this one. But why? His eyes searched for the faintest clue but then, while Neji’s mouth tightened, his entire body stiffening due to the lack of an answer, a promise, Itachi understood. While they’d had a certain degree of control over Neji’s arranged marriage, giving them power and options to prevent it from ever happening, they would just have to surrender to the whims of the gods in the next life. And neither of them wanted to surrender to another’s whim again. They had left that part of themselves in Konohagakure the night they forever turned their backs on their village.
Neji became more and more enraged as time passed without a single reaction from Itachi. Regardless that Itachi had already promised him eternity many times over, now, when he asked for a swear, he got nothing. Had the previous times purely been to get him away from Konoha, to get him mad enough to join Akatsuki when it could very well have been for the period of time that his body still interested Itachi!? He slammed the arms away from him and stormed to the bathroom, nearly knocking the door out of its hinges as he roughly closed it behind him.
Itachi clenched his jaw as he saw the result of his own stupidity. He hadn’t made such a miscalculation in years, since as long as he could remember. And it couldn’t be at a worse time. He pulled up his pants and walked to the bathroom, simply opening the door and paying no heed to the protests greeting him on his way in. Neji was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, leaning with his fists on the edge of the sink. He sharply turned his head away from him.
“I do promise eternity, Neji. I won’t settle for anything less. Have I ever let you down?”
“There’s a first for everything,” Neji spat hatefully. Itachi stepped closer and wrapped his arms around Neji’s waist, trying to ignore the painful stomps in his stomach he received.
“Why are you questioning me?” Neji turned around in the embrace, ceasing the physical fighting for the moment and preferring his sharp tongue.
“Why couldn’t you have answered me immediately!? You were hesitating, weren’t you? You’re having doubts! About what? Me, us? You? Tell me!”
“It’s the rest of the world I question constantly. But never us, me, you. I love you and I promise you that nothing will get between us.” Itachi turned Neji around again and laid his head on his shoulder, both of them staring in the mirror. “Do you think I was lying when I said I’d rather kill us both than have you marry someone else?” Neji reluctantly shook his head, his eyes swerving from Itachi’s to the sink. “I will never leave you.” Neji straightened his head and looked at Itachi’s mirror-image, his own eyes now searching for something before responding.
“Gomen. I shouldn’t have questioned you.” Itachi remained silent and embraced him more firmly. “I love you.”
“And I love you. Come on, let’s take a shower.” He pulled off his pants and closed the door to the narrow cubicle, their bodies having no other choice but to touch, not that either made any effort to avoid each other. He stroked Neji’s soaked hair, still feeling as soft as ever and let his eyes wander over his perfect ass, his index-finger slipping in between the cheeks. Neji pushed into his touch and neither needed any more encouragement. Their lips crashed together and Itachi urged Neji up, holding him against the wall and his own body. He swallowed Neji’s every moan but his mouth was pushed away as Neji turned his head in an attempt to breathe although the rest of his body wasn’t inclined to shy away from Itachi.
His erection was sliding against Itachi’s and he needed to feel him inside him again. Before his and Itachi’s paths crossed, he had never thought he could enjoy something as primal as sex as much as he did now but it had become something he needed, simply for the release it gave and because it was special. They were in a relationship and he shared these moments with no one but Itachi. He gasped as Itachi slid in fully, his ass not minding the intrusion and without a hint of pain.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry...” Itachi silenced him with his lips and Neji smiled in the kiss. What a fool he was to have ever questioned him. His attention refocused on the cock pushing in and out of him, occasionally grazing his prostate and he completely let go, not trying to silence any of the moans and gasps streaming out of his mouth. A small sign of his trust in Itachi and he knew his lover knew this in turn. Itachi sped up the pace and Neji pushed their chests closer together so his erection received as much friction as their position let him.
The slickness of the water felt wonderful and he threw his head slightly back, Itachi immediately grasping the skin of his neck between his teeth and biting down. It meant his undoing as sperm landed between their chests and mixing with the water and his ass clamping down on Itachi’s thrusting cock. He heard him take a deep intake of breath before his ass was filled to the brink. The next moment, they sank down to the floor as they gathered their breath. Itachi looked up at him and pushed Neji’s wet hair out of his face, leaning forward and kissing him, just a short peck on the lips. Neji smiled before his eyes slid shut, his arms still firmly around Itachi’s neck.
“I really like the tattoo...”
“I know.”
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Slightly turning his head, he only noted the new appearance in his apartment, watching her strong legs bringing her closer to his perch on the window-sill.
“Do I not get a welcome?” Temari said with an edge to her voice, leaning her crossed arms on his upturned legs, their faces brought close together. So young and yet so much weariness in his eyes. A common trait among those who were capable, groomed from a young age to spill blood to keep a tender peace. All for nought it seemed as Akatsuki came ever closer, only strengthened, the other Countries reacting in fear when they had heard that two members of two of the most fabled clans in all of this world had joined their ranks, making the threat ever more present.
Shikamaru ground the cigarette out on the cement ledge, adjusting his legs so Temari was seated between them, pulling her into his arms. “It’s good you’re here.” She knew that was as far as he would ever go in showing her he had in fact missed her, even if it had been four years. But she could read him well-enough, she herself not one for wanton displays of affection, whether it be in public or behind closed doors. She settled herself against him more comfortably, enjoying a moment of rest after a hurried trip to Konohagakure.
“I got another invitation from ANBU. It was more a demand than a request, really,” Shikamaru bitterly laughed. He’d already rejected previous invitations but in a time of impending war and constant unrest, any who could be valuable were gathered in the elite. But he knew the cost and he knew he would pay for it with his sanity, if not his life.
“Then they are fools. You are a strategist, necessary to stand at the sidelines and direct the others.”
Let’s hope it doesn’t become an order. A daughter of a Kage, a spectator and participant of so much death and yet, she couldn’t bear the idea of Shikamaru being sent to his death. She knew the statistics, how few came back successful from ANBU-missions. He may be a genius, but Shikamaru was no true warrior.
“Troublesome meddlers, they are. Ever since Itachi and Neji defected, the higher-ups have been acting so strange. More anxious, as if they have something to hide. Otou-san has noticed too.”
Temari lifted her head, kissing him for the first time since she entered. “Soon, Naruto will officially be named Rokudaime and you will become invaluable to him. Any secret he discovers, he will share with you and then you can tackle the problem. Now you are simply guessing, letting your mind wander in a hundred different directions without being able to prove any of them.” Every time she managed to do this, calm him so easily with just a few words, Shikamaru ended up slightly bewildered. But he was thankful too. Tightening his embrace, he inhaled the faint scent of her perfume, the smell of the desert which always clung to her regardless of how long she stayed in the Village of the Hidden Leaf.
Preview Chapter XV
Itachi closed the distance between him and Hiashi, his Sharingan spinning madly and forming a three-pointed tomoe. “I will make you pay over and over again for what you did to Neji. In this life and the next,” Itachi hissed in an unusually angered voice.

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Jade Rose: Madara has become one of my favourite characters so it’s near impossible for me to make him the villain that he is. Everyone has their more human sides...
Shikamaru will still be a key-character in the rest of the story because he’s just too cool to discard so easily. You will soon him again. But I do have quite some surprises up my sleeve first. XD
You cannot believe what it does to me to see that you consider reviewing my story a privilege. Thank you.
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