Promise | By : Lechan Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1063 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A.N. I had not intended to
continue this story, but the inspiration just struck, and since I am a horn-dog
who just LOVES SasuNaru here I am. Hope this lives up to your expectations.
Sakura knew.
It was like a heavy weight on his chest, an acidic lump
in his throat and it scalded his insides. Surprisingly though, Naruto did not
blush at the implications of that fact. He wasn’t embarrassed that she had
found out, just worried about how she might take it.
“Naruto, are you…” She trailed off as though afraid to
ask the question she didn’t really want the answer to. Naruto didn’t try to
catch her wandering eyes and looked about the forest they were in. Their
mission had barely begun and already things were difficult.
Naruto tensed, fists clenched by his sides as he waited
for her to continue. They were supposed to be gathering firewood for the
campsite; it would not end well if Sasuke stumbled upon this. It was bad enough
Sakura had stumbled in on him and Sasuke.
The damn bastard just couldn’t wait.
Naruto sighed, his back end still stinging from the
pounding he’d taken in the clearing three hours back. Personally he wondered
how Sakura had held it together so long. She had loved the Uchiha for so long
that it seemed almost cruel for her to see this. Which was why the bitter acid
was choking him.
Because he felt guilty for taking what she wanted most,
but he was cruelly unrepentive.
Sasuke was his.
He was the one Sasuke was fucking. He was the one who
gave the last Uchiha pleasure. He was the one who stopped him from going, and
he was the one the dark haired protégé always came to.
Was Naruto uncomfortable?
Yes.
Was he feeling guilty?
Most defiantly.
Was he going to apologize?
No.
Would he stop spreading his legs for Sasuke’s every demand?
Not a chance in hell.
Because the root of the problem, and the backbone behind
this twisted game they played masked behind the simple words and complex
beliefs of a promise, lay Naruto’s reason for accepting Sasuke’s conditions.
Naruto loved Sasuke.
It was simple, it was completing, and it made his life
fucking complicated. Every time Sasuke forced him to say the words, he died
inside, because they were true but he didn’t want to admit it to the boy while
playing this game.
He didn’t want to lose
what he already had.
“… do you want this?” Sakura asked, cheeks red, and it
was obvious she was referring to how she’d walked in on Sasuke shoving his dick
up Naruto’s ass while praising him for his tightness and demanding him to ‘grip
it.’
Naruto met her eyes and blinked. Did he want this? That
was a very good question, it was also a very large conundrum. Yes, he wanted
Sasuke to love him, and be with him and take pleasure from him, but he didn’t
want it to mean nothing at the same time. Did he want Sasuke to use him like a
whore or some sick blow up doll? Of course he didn’t! He was Naruto Uzumaki,
damn it, next in line to be Hokage. He was no one’s bitch!
But was he willing to be Sasuke’s fuck hole to keep the
Uchiha by his side?
Without a doubt.
“Uhg, so good…” Sasuke’s words made him shiver, the deep
satisfaction, and the purred lace of desire making the low voice sensual.
Naruto sighed and shifted his legs to pull Sasuke closer, deeper, safer. His
ass stung and burned as Sasuke stretched him wide, each inch pushing him higher
both to the breaking point as well as into pleasured oblivion.
The soft touches, the gripping feel of callused fingers
trailing over his nude body, the voice, the sweaty skin against his own and the
hard stomach against his burning erection all made the pain less noticeable and
increased his desire. Sasuke had gotten better and his shallow thrusts and
rolls of hips when he entered made Naruto’s toes curl and his insides clench.
From the beginning feeling Sasuke so deep inside, so intimately close to him
had knocked the air from his lungs. It made it hard to breath, hard to speak,
hard to think, and yet, Sasuke demanded that he do those things.
He wanted to say it pissed him off, but the commanding
way in which Sasuke controlled him made Naruto want to claw at Sasuke’s back
and beg for more. Beg for it harder, deeper, faster. Was he a masochist,
probably, but Sakura had already pointed that out to him long before. Besides,
he wasn’t going to deny it felt good. Even if he blacked out after orgasm, and
woke up sore and tender—Kyuubi often refused to heal those wounds unless they
had been serious, the cruel bastard—Naruto still craved the burning glide and
consuming fire of being desired and wanted. He wanted it so badly that he was willing
to drown in this twisted game just to have it.
To have him.
To have Sasuke.
“Ah… hah…” Naruto gasped, trying, and failing, to tell
Sasuke how good it felt. Sasuke always seemed so conflicted when they had sex.
He was wrapped in pleasure, and his eyes burned Naruto from the inside out with
promise and possessive need, but his brows pinched together in regret, and
sometimes—he doubted the Uchiha realized it himself, thinking it as more
sweat—he cried.
Sasuke pulled back and the friction and pull inside made
Naruto’s breath hitch and he threw his head back, fingers biting into the backs
of Sasuke’s hands, a soft vibration escaped his chest, it might have been a
mewl or whine had he had enough air to make it vocal but it was silent, so he
tightened his thighs around those slim pale hips, hoping to encourage his lover
that way.
Not that Sasuke would stop. He might have felt guilt, or
regret but Sasuke never let go of what was his, and Naruto was now indisputably
his. Naruto gripped the palm closer to him, loving the long graceful fingers
and large palm that encased his wide palm and stubby digits. They always-held
hands like this, and to Naruto, the gesture was more intimate and loving than
their passionate kisses or words of love ever could be. It helped him believe
that they were making love and not fucking.
“God Naruto… that’s it… Uh! Hah…Oh god!” Sasuke’s words
burned him just as much as that hot mouth did as it attached to the side of his
neck. The hot, moist, inner lips glazed his skin as the wet muscle traced his
skin, tasting him and marking him. Teeth joined in to nibble on the corded
muscles beneath tanned skin, and sparks of electricity tingled in his neck and
up into his hair line before racing down to expand out in his lower back. It
made his lower stomach ache and boil, and he brought his hips up, pressing his
erection against the tight stomach above and felt Sasuke pull out just a bit
more.
Sasuke jerked forward harshly, slamming Naruto back into
the sleeping bags and against the ground. Pain twined with his enjoyment like a
lover and Naruto gasped, body tensing and Sasuke groaned pumping his hips and
moving in a circular motion without pulling back, enjoying the extra tightness.
“God, Naruto… tight… uh… say… say my name.” The command
was old, worn and yet it still made Naruto shake inside. His mouth felt cotton
dry and his tongue useless as his brain was melted into mush. How the hell
could Sasuke think with so many sensations blasting through him? But then
again, Sasuke had once known touch, so each brush of skin, clench of fingers,
push and slide of hips, glide of lips, all were powerful but not as consuming
and over powering as it was to Naruto who had only known the touch of fists
before Sasuke had asked for his body.
Maybe that was why he liked
it so rough.
“Naruto, say it.” It was growled and accompanied by a
sharp thrust and harsh bite to his shoulder. Naruto’s back bowed, and his arms
trembled, joints feeling like jelly as he tried to slip from the tangled
fingers to hold Sasuke to him, to be able to reach Sasuke’s neck to return the
favor, to dig his nails in and rake down his back, to mark Sasuke as his so
that all those girls would back the fuck off! Girls like Ino…
“Ah… hah… Sa… s… Sa—s Ah!” Naruto gasped, panting as
beads of sweat rolled down the curve of his spine, the swell of his chest, the
lines on his cheeks. It dampened his hair and made the sleeping bags cling to
him uncomfortably but that was fine so long as Sasuke kept moving against him,
opening him, using him. God he was loosing his mind. “Sa…suk…Ah… uh…”
Sasuke’s whole body rocked back and forth as he rested on
his knees and elbows, fingers keeping Naruto’s arms trapped in a submissive
pose he knew that Sasuke adored, almost as much as he liked Naruto bent over on
his hands and knees spread and whimpering for him.
The
rocking pulled him nearly all the way out, and it eased the tension enough for
Naruto to breath out, “Sasuke…”
The hands tightened on his own, and Naruto opened his
eyes to look up at the sweat damp face and clinging black strands. A dark flush
marred the pale skin and Sasuke’s mouth hung open as he panted. Those dark eyes
that had drawn him in an kept him trapped more completely than Sasuke ever
could physically, looked down on him with such intensity Naruto felt his eyes
sting and tears escape. He loved that look, needed that look, and he would
never let anyone else have it.
Not Ino… not Sakura… not—Naruto blinked a little dazed as
he remembered that they were in a thin little tent with their teammates not far
from them, and the tense nervousness returned.
Oh, god, they could hear them, not that Naruto really
cared but, but…
“W… wait… S—“
Sasuke slammed back in, lips
thinning in concentration, that pinch back in the dark brows.
“SASUKE!”
Sasuke’s form trembled with him as sparks flew through
their bodies, Sasuke having hit Naruto’s prostate with resounding precision
causing Naruto to clamp down on the hot, hard, erection in his only opening.
“Fuck, Naruto!” Sasuke cried, not at all concerned with
being quiet as he slipped forward, forehead pressing into Naruto’s sweaty chest
and he grit his teeth to hiss at that pleasure.
Naruto was still silently screaming, his head thrown
back, mouth open and neck tense. It hurt, it felt so good, and he knew that
neither Kakashi nor Sakura could have missed that sound. He was mortified by
the fact and yet, insanely pleased all at once.
He hated himself for it.
“Just like that Naruto…” Sasuke praised, head lifting to
press soft kisses to the underside of his chin. The raven paused to suckle the
soft flesh over his jugular vein, tongue swiping the skin, while teeth tested
it with light pressure and the lips suckled harsh enough to leave a large
colored hickey—that Kyuubi would not heal. He thought that his container being
made a bitch was humorous, and made sure Naruto couldn’t hide it—and Naruto
trembled, whimpering and locking his legs at the ankle pulling and rolling his
hips to relieve the pressure in his groin.
Sasuke made an odd sound, Naruto dared to call it a purr,
and rolled his hips lazily into the motion Naruto started. Sasuke always seemed
so demanding and controlling, but he easily gave the control to Naruto when he
participated. Naruto controlled the tempo and the movements became a slow rock
and slide. Naruto wondered if Sasuke even realized that they had changed from
fucking, to making love with that single action—it was slow, deep, and sensual
and there was no way to avoid the emotions and intimacy between them now—but
lost conscious thought as Sasuke released his neck, cooing at him in a way that
made his stomach clench before sealing their lips together in a soft, deep kiss
that mimicked their slow motions.
Lips pressed and slid against each other, before parting
to suckle and nibble. Tongue grazed teeth but didn’t dare to delve deeper just
yet, enjoying the chaste innocence between them. Naruto trembled and finally
managed to slip one hand free to wrap it around shifting shoulders and tangle
in the wet strands at the base of Sasuke’s skull.
The scrap of nails and the controlling hold made Sasuke
break the kiss just long enough to move his free hand up to trace Naruto’s
cheeks. Fingers caught and smoothed over his skin, igniting him in ways the
other could never guess at turning each pant into a strangled form of the
other’s name.
“Sa’ske… S’ke… S’ke… S’ke…”
The eyes turned remarkably tender as those fingers found
his lips and pulled them open further. “Let me in Naruto…”
Naruto caved instantly, eager to be filled at both ends
by the boy he loved so desperately. “Sa…su… ke… please…” Naruto breathed, and
it brought a smirk to Sasuke’s face.
“You know, that last scream, I think Sakura may have
heard it…” the dark teasing in the tone made Naruto blush even as those hips
reminded him that he shouldn’t have anything left to blush over. Sasuke
lowered, lips kissing his with each word. “… but just in case she didn’t…”
Sasuke kissed him fully then, tongue darting in and pillaging him. It traced
his cheek, teeth, and laved attention on Naruto’s tongue, drawing it into a
subtle dance. Sasuke tilted his head to reach deeper, one hand holding his
face, positioning him and coaxing him to open his mouth wider, while following
Naruto’s lead with his thrusts.
Naruto breathed heavily through his nose, remembering how
he’d learned to breath around Sasuke’s cock when it was halfway down his
throat, and felt Sasuke sink further into him when he was able to please him.
Naruto let his hand run down a sweaty neck and scrap at
pale shoulder blades in ownership, while gripping the other hand that pulled
his arm up and above his head as the lips pulled back, leaving a string of
saliva on his lips and cheek.
“…let’s let her know… how well… we’re getting along.”
Guilt consumed him as he
moaned and pushed down harder.
God that sounded so good.
He must have waited too long before answering, for
Sakura’s eyes widened before narrowing in outrage and she turned in the
direction of the camp. “That bastard! What does he think he’s doing forcing you
to…” Sakura broke off in a growl, her hands clenching. “What does he think it
doesn’t count? Doesn’t hurt just because you’re both guys?!”
Naruto blinked, a little lost at her sudden shift in
mood, and managed to reach out and grab her arm before she got too far. “No,
Sakura, wait. It’s okay, I said I would, I promised to stay if he did, so it’s
fine.” He winced at his near lie, but he couldn’t tell her that he wanted
Sasuke so badly as to let himself be abused. It was unfair to her to have kept
his intentions secret, and to have jumped at the chance to own Sasuke the
moment it was offered.
He bit his inner lip looking away from her. He was a
cruel person. He called her a friend and yet had betrayed her at the first
opportunity. Had stolen her dream out from under her and he was not about to
give it back.
The villagers were right;
he was a monster.
“… promised to…” Sakura sounded horrified, and her eyes
were wide, face pale. Naruto realized his mistake then as she turned and
gripped his hands in a painful clutch, eyes misting with tears and soul
consuming guilt. “You mean, this was what he wanted… to keep him here and away
from… you have to…”
“Sakura…” Naruto began, his words sticking in his throat
as the pinkette lifted both hands to her mouth as her tears spilled over her
cheeks and she trembled with the urge to cry, scream, and fall apart. “Sakura,
its fine, really. I’m okay with it…”
“…my fault…all my fault, if I hadn’t asked you to check
on him… if I…” Sakura dissolved into tears and Naruto was unsure of what to do.
The pain and weight of his guilt was choking him, but it was harder still to
fess up to his sins than to stay quite. Yet, if he didn’t clear this up, Sakura
would blame Sasuke, hate him.
Perversely, that thought
appealed to him.
“No, Sakura, it was my choice. I made it for myself, I
could have said no—“
“But, you did it for me right? Because I asked you to
make sure he didn’t leave.”
Naruto bit his tongue hard enough to make it bleed to
keep from screaming at her. It was his choice, he wanted it, and he didn’t do
it for her, he couldn’t bare it if Sasuke left. He did it for himself, not for
her, he hadn’t even thought of her in that moment, nor at any point during
their activities until he’d seen her through the trees as he came, feeling
Sasuke fill him from behind. But that knowledge might just kill her.
“Sakura… it was my choice. Not yours, not Sasuke’s. Mine.
So leave it alone. I’m fine, Sasuke isn’t hurting me…”
“But—“
“Sakura.” Naruto said sternly, his hands reaching out to
grip her shoulders to get her to focus. His seriousness must have startled her
because her tears had stopped and she stared at him a little frightened. Naruto
shook his head and tried to give her a small smile, he doubted it worked.
“Sakura, stop. Just stop. If I didn’t want this, I’d never let him do it. Okay?
If this hurt me not even your tears could have made me say yes. So, let it go
alright?”
Sakura closed her eyes as her face crumbled and suddenly,
Naruto found himself with his arms full of crying girl. He was stunned and
froze up in shock. Her hands fisted in the back of his shirt as she pressed
close to his chest, trembling and sobbing against him, begging him to forgive
her.
Naruto wanted to roll his eyes and call her over
dramatic, but knew that after seeing something like that, seeing his tears as
Sasuke—for all she knew—raped him, that her reaction was quite expected.
Slowly, he reciprocated the hug, rubbing circles on her back. Her hunched over
position must have been painful, but she seemed to want to be the smaller one
at the moment, and Naruto could well sympathize.
“Its okay Sakura…
I… I forgive you.” The words tasted like ash in his mouth, and he wanted to cry
as well, but held it in. He’d never apologize for wanting Sasuke. Never.
“Dobe.”
Naruto turned, heart fluttering at the expected sight of
his lover before he realized the dangerous tone in that simple word, but he
couldn’t miss the dark look the other was casting him—more accurately
Sakura—and tensed. All that was missing was the sharingan to tell him that
Sasuke was beyond pissed and he swallowed hard. “S—Sasuke-teme.”
It was weak sounding in comparison to his usual biting
comments, and he winced when Sakura pushed back out of his arms, her aura
radiating anger. Naruto had a moment to panic over what the girl would do,
before she suddenly gripped his hand and smiled at him. “Sorry Naruto, we’ll
have to pick up later, we have a job to do, right?”
Naruto swallowed, eyes dilating at the unintentional bind
she’d just placed him in. Glancing over her shoulder at Sasuke he found that
the Uchiha’s death glare was currently focused on their other teammate and
tried to extract his hand from hers, but she refused to let go. His stomach was
knotting and not in the good way the longer Sakura continued to act like she
held more power over him than Sasuke did.
Was she trying to pick a fight, or make sure Naruto
couldn’t walk right for the rest of the mission?
“Sakura, why don’t you take a break.” Sasuke said calmly,
his voice as dangerous as a coiled snake waiting for its prey. A thrill ran
over his nerves but at the same time made his blood run cold. “I’ll help Naruto
with the rest of the wood.”
It wasn’t really a suggestion as much as a command, and
the innuendo was most likely meant at the end of that sentence and Naruto swallowed
his back end already tingling knowing that it was about to be abused again. Had
Sasuke always been such a fucking nympho or was this something new that Naruto
brought out?
“Naw, that’s okay, Naruto and I are fine, Sasuke.” Sakura
was smiling, but the lack of the suffix in association to his name made it
apparent that she was not being polite or kind. She was getting in the way, and
knew it.
Sasuke’s eyes narrowed and his lips thinned dangerously.
Naruto had never once worried about having to play peacemaker between the two.
He’d always just assumed that Sasuke would never attack Sakura. She was too
weak, too girly, and she was on their team there was no reason for him to
strike out at her, but now his eyes told Naruto clearly that if he didn’t get rid
of her fast, that she would get a close up of the chidori.
“Sakura you’ve been under a lot of stress.” Naruto began
and jerked his arm free when she turned to him in slight shock, her grip
falling slack.
“But I’m fine, Naruto, I’m not some civilian girl I’m a
kunoichi and a part of—“
“Yes, Sakura, but I…” Naruto looked up and locked eyes
with Sasuke and held them. “I want to work with Sasuke.”
Obsidian widened, and it was obvious Sasuke had thought
that Naruto had indeed been flirting with Sakura and considering how he used to
act around the girl he couldn’t blame him. The look softened even as it heated,
and Naruto managed a small smile glad that Sasuke had understood his silent
apology and explanation, before turning his eyes to a worried Sakura. “Why
don’t you take a break, okay?”
His smile was true and it more than anything else
convinced her to back down and she nodded, head lowered in defeat before she
turned and passed by Sasuke. She shot him a glare, one Naruto had never
expected to be directed at the Uchiha and then vanished from the same direction
that Sasuke had come.
“Well then, let’s get this over with.” Sasuke stated
walking up beside him, fingers trailing over his hand as he passed. “I have
some wood I need help with later.”
Naruto shivered and followed.
He was such a bastard.
The thrusts became more powerful
now, as Sasuke’s muscles shifted allowing his toes to bite into the ground and
put more leverage behind his motions. Naruto’s every cell sang with each
repetitious motion and he slid up and down the bedding. Hitched sounds escaped
his lips making him stutter out Sasuke’s name his mind fading once more.
“Sa… suk… ke… Sas… uk… e… Ah! Oh…”
Naruto tossed his head from side to side as Sasuke sped up, thrusting harder,
and deeper, his lips attacking his shoulder, neck, ear… oh god his ear! Sasuke
suckled at the lobe, biting it gently and tugging with each inward motion.
Naruto’s prostate was struck each and every time making it hard to keep
focused. He clawed at Sasuke’s sweaty back, tugging him down as he arched
needing Sasuke closer, needing the rubbing friction to his own dick. Sasuke
accommodated him but then pulled back again.
Naruto whimpered, recalling a time
when Sasuke had decided to see if he could make Naruto cum without touching his
erection. The experience had been mind blowing, and yes Naruto had come with
out the pleasurable pull and stroke of himself, but it had been a long session
and he’d been unable to walk for nearly a whole day.
Naruto looped his legs tighter around
Sasuke, knowing the Uchiha liked it and rolled up and against the shifting
body. “Ah! That’s it Naruto… yes… fuck, ride me…” Sasuke purred, his words
scalding Naruto to the tips of his toes and Naruto curled the digits and
shivered as the free hand slid down to help move his hips.
“Sasuke!” Naruto breathed, but he
may as well have screamed it as Sasuke thrust in harshly and then grunted in
his ear.
“Say it Naruto… Say it!” Sasuke’s
breath struck him sporadically as his constant movements made his breathing
harsh and Naruto felt his tears fall harder. God did he want to say it, to
scream it, to whisper it, and breathe it into every fiber that was Sasuke’s
being.
He
wanted to promise it.
But he
couldn’t.
Not
like this.
“Naruto…” Sasuke warned, his brows pinched
again in that guilty look even as his hips punished him sweetly, and Naruto
practically writhed and whimpered. God he didn’t care if he was acting like a
wanton whore, and he didn’t care if it hurt his heart to know that Sasuke only
wanted to hear it because he wanted proof that Naruto was enjoying the torment
he put him through, still his voice was full of truth and burned as it escaped.
“I love you…” Naruto breathed, and
felt Sasuke’s entire body shudder. His hand was freed, and Sasuke’s hand slipped
over the under side of his arm, clutching at his wrist, catching on his elbow,
slipping over his shoulder, tracing his pectoral before slipping around his
waist, the other sliding up from his hip to join it as Sasuke lay flush against
him. The thrusts were still hard, deep, and satisfying, but the motions had
changed again. They were somehow loving, and Naruto felt treasured instead of
used. Softly moaning, Naruto looped his own arms up and around Sasuke’s neck,
his mouth pressed against the left ear and he breathed out with every thrust,
“I love you… Sasuke… I… love… Sa’ske I love… uh!”
The words seemed to spur Sasuke on,
and the motions continued to reach somehow deeper, and Naruto knew in that
moment what Sasuke was unable to say because of this game, and why Sasuke
demanded the words from him. Naruto had always known, the reason behind
Sasuke’s guilt, the reason behind his demands, and that gave Naruto his reason
to refuse to promise his own words to the Uchiha.
“God! Promise me… promise me… Naruto!”
Sasuke was crying again, his tears running hotly over Naruto’s tanned shoulder
as he begged for salvation, and Naruto felt his own eyes burn all over again,
because he knew he couldn’t save Sasuke from this game. Only Sasuke could free
them, and he’d rather keep them trapped then lose control, so Naruto couldn’t
promise him what he wanted.
“I love you… only you… I love you…
Sasuke… sa… SASUKE!” Naruto screamed for Sasuke, knowing that it pleased him,
and tensed up around the thrusting body forcing Sasuke over the edge.
“Naruto!” Sasuke groaned, shoving in
balls deep and pumping his load with gentle rocks of his hips. Naruto could
feel the hot splash inside and it spurred him into his own orgasm.
White danced behind his eyes as
Naruto opened his mouth, screaming without sound and clinging to Sasuke for an
anchor. Inside his words from before screeched through his ears, and he
promised Sasuke in his mind, over and over again as he could not do in real
life.
Sasuke lay against him, his chest
pressing Naruto into the bedding with each breath, and the pleasant shocks that
lit each nerve aflame made Naruto increasingly tired. His mind felt hazy and
his body weighted. He was warm, and Sasuke was there over him, inside him,
protecting him.
His breath escaped slowly and his
lids slipped closed as those lips met his in a tender kiss that broke Naruto’s
heart with the emotion held in the single action. He wanted to swear he loved
Sasuke, but until this game was over Naruto would remain silent, and he’d
pretend that he didn’t hear Sasuke as he curled close and whispered his own
words into his ear.
“I love you, Naruto… I love you
too…”
He had
his reasons.
But
that didn’t mean he had to like it.
His reasons really sucked, but he
couldn’t let them go. I promise you Sasuke, I promise.
Sleep took him away, safe in Sasuke’s arms. Maybe it was
time they broke this promise, this game, and the stupid reasons with it. Maybe…
Maybe.
A.N. Well, here is part 2,
I may make a third and fourth part but I don’t know. Please let me know what
you all think. Thanks, and review! Review! Review! Also I know Kyuubi the bitch
is in need of an update and being as it is Naruto’s chapter it should be easy,
but due to an increase in work and a wedding, well its been on the back burner.
But expect it some time in the next two weeks.
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