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Immersion Learning	By : antilogicgirl Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1224 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: Hehe. You guys are awesome. Keep those reviews coming. Things heat up in this chapter, both emotionally and physically. And we get a glimpse into Naruto's past. Some near-misunderstandings and almost-idiocy results in anger, frustration and Naruto being far more noble than Sasuke wants him to be. Oh, I do love these boys.

Title: Immersion Learning
Genre: Romance, Comedy, Drama
Series: Naruto
Begun: 13 April 2011
Finished: 24 April 2011

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Summary: When Naruto took a job as a live-in English tutor, he was told that it would be difficult to get along with his student. He did not expect that he would fall in love with the sullen little brat. [Naru/Sasu]

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Lesson Four: Subject, Object

Sasuke stood outside Naruto's door. He tried the knob, but it was locked, and he had been warned about using the spare key again. The events of the morning were heavy in his mind, and he wanted to talk about them. And he would, if Naruto would just answer his door. He knocked again, and called out, “Naruto! Naruto please. Open the door.” No answer. He wondered if calling would be better. Of course, the last time he had spoken to his teacher on the phone, he was pretty sure that both of them had head injuries; he couldn't remember that much about it. Other than the fact that he had jerked off while they talked, because he woke up in the early evening with dried semen all over himself.

Sasuke slid down the landing wall. He pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his chin atop one of them. Was Naruto avoiding him? Maybe he was in denial? If he was still refusing to believe that there was something between them, then Sasuke was pretty capable of opening those big blue eyes to the reality of the situation.

But, again, Naruto would have to open the door first. Sasuke leaned his head back against the wall. Was he despised?

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Naruto heard the knocking stop, but Sasuke did not seem to have gone down the stairs yet. What was he doing? If he looked out of the peephole, would he be standing there? Sasuke had been enthusiastic, almost chipper, on the drive back. It was like giving a dog its favorite toy; easy to please, so long as you were willing to give up the goods. And Naruto had given them up. It still freaked him out how good it felt to kiss Sasuke. He found himself in an ethical dilemma. There was a ten-year age difference between them, and he was Sasuke's teacher. That put him in a position of authority, and he had a responsibility to look after the welfare of his student.

Instead, he had crossed a line he should not have crossed. Did he feel guilty? Hell yes. Was there anything he could do about it? Not unless he wanted to psychologically break someone at a delicate time of life. The way he saw it, he had two options. He could tell the kid that nothing could happen between them and possibly scar him for life. Or, he could allow whatever this was to develop naturally. And he might get fired. Neither one sounded very appealing. Well, the relationship development part might be nice, but the firing would not be. Naruto couldn't bring himself to reject him, though, now that he had made up his mind that he actually kind of liked him.

Getting up from his new couch, Naruto walked over to the door and opened it. Sasuke was huddled on the floor of the landing, hugging his knees and hiding his face. When he looked up at Naruto, there were wet trails down his cheeks, and his eyes were slightly red. Shocked, he knelt next to the boy. “Why are you crying?” And then he was on his back, with Sasuke weighing him down. Strong legs straddled his waist and pale hands grasped his face. Pressing forward, Sasuke claimed his mouth, parting lips desperately and beginning to explore the inside of his teacher's mouth with an urgency that was almost frightening.

What actually did scare him was how it felt to see Sasuke cry. When he had opened the door to see tear stains on a face that was usually only calm or mocking, he experienced a sharp pain in the middle of his chest. Now that he was pinned to the floor across the threshold of his apartment, Naruto felt a strange sense of euphoria. More potent than any drug, kissing Sasuke made him hot and lightheaded, but all other sensations seemed magnified. The boy pulled away from his lips, and leaned further down to whisper in his ear, “I thought you hated me,” before burying his face in Naruto's shoulder.

Naruto sat up—quite an effort with such a heavy person draped over him—and held Sasuke close. “I don't hate you,” he said as he ran his fingers through soft, dark hair. “Now stop being stupid and quit your crying.”

Sniffling, Sasuke pulled away slightly, pouting heavily. “I am not crying.”

“Lies,” Naruto kissed him softly, and heard Sasuke give a small sigh. “You won't look pretty for dinner if you keep stressing yourself out. Why don't you come in? We'll watch television, relax, and in a little while I can make us lunch.” Sasuke pouted for another couple of seconds, obviously irritated that he had to get up from his teacher's lap. He did stand after a moment, though, and helped Naruto to his feet.

A few minutes later, Naruto was sitting on one end of the couch, while Sasuke lay down. His head was in Naruto's lap, and they were only half-watching Hot Fuzz. Neither of them could really pay too much attention to anything other than each other. After the opening credits were through, Sasuke asked, “What did you mean about dinner?” his voice sounded small, but hopeful. Naruto was having difficulties with this apparent new side of him. He was normally so confident, and yet here he was, being so...vulnerable.

Naruto stroked Sasuke's hair, smiling as Nicholas Angel was was promoted from P.C. to Sergeant. “I was going to take you to a restaurant. Sushi, if you still want it.” Sasuke shifted, turning over onto his back to look up at Naruto, who in turn looked down at him. “Unless there's something else you want?” Sasuke's face turned slightly red, and Naruto chuckled. “That isn't what I meant. And how come you can blush now, after all of that trying to jump my bones before?”

Sasuke rolled over onto his stomach, and smashed his face into Naruto's leg. His voice was muffled, but certainly audible enough for Naruto to understand. “That was me trying to get to this point. Now that I know you like me...it is different.” His ears were turning pink, and Naruto began to suspect that if he were to see his face, Sasuke would be roughly the color of a strawberry. “Sushi is fine...”

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Naruto stood in the kitchen of the Uchiha home, watching Mikoto preparing dinner. When he told her that Sasuke was going to come out with him for dinner, the woman had all but cried out of sheer joy. She thanked him profusely in both Japanese and broken English, and only after his urging did she return to cooking. Itachi entered the room, fresh from the shower in jeans and a dark gray t-shirt, and nodded to Naruto. He conversed briefly with Mikoto in Japanese, and after a few seconds his normally staid expression changed to one of surprise.

Itachi looked at Naruto and said, “I understand that my brother is willing to be social now?” Before Naruto could answer him, the door opened again, and Itachi smirked as he looked over his shoulder. “More than social, I would say. I wonder if you will be attacked by a mob of girls...or do they do that in this country?” Naruto looked around the man in front of him, and understood what was meant by that statement. Sasuke was going to call far too much attention to himself. He had dressed for low-key luxury in black pinstriped slacks and a dark military shirt, which was untucked. While he left the top three buttons undone, he wore a loosely-knotted narrow red silk tie. His sleeves were rolled up nearly to the elbow, revealing the fair skin of his forearms.

How Naruto kept himself from staring outright, he might never know. He felt very poorly dressed next to Sasuke, whose outfit likely cost more than Naruto made in a month. “We are going to eat sushi,” Sasuke told his brother, “and maybe to have a walk?” The question was directed at Naruto, who smiled and gave a nod, though he was a bit nervous over the walking portion of that plan. He knew what happened to idiots that drew loads of attention to themselves in this city, and the last thing he wanted was for either Sasuke or himself to get mugged.

“Have fun then,” Itachi said, and they all made their goodbyes.

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Sasuke slid into the passenger seat of Naruto's car. The leather was still a bit warm from the heat of the day, and as Naruto got into the car as well, he thought that he might just sweat through his clothes. When he'd come into the kitchen, it was difficult to tear his eyes from Naruto. A lightweight vibrant blue sweater dipped into a v-neck just low enough to expose his collarbones, and a pair of comfortable-looking jeans gave him a look of casual elegance. Add to the little tease of skin a smile that held the promise of activities less than wholesome, and Sasuke's resulting state of constant slow-simmering arousal was very understandable.

He did not want to go anywhere. All he really wanted was to get his teacher upstairs and out of that outfit. He would have to wait, though. Things had moved pretty fast already, and he didn't want to push too hard anymore. It was nice that Naruto wanted to take him to dinner, as well. Sasuke frowned slightly at how girlish it was to be so happy about a date. Dinner, in public was probably a huge risk, but it was one that Naruto was willing to take, and it was stupid how good that made him feel. Although, he didn't think he liked the idea of so many people gawking at his Naruto when he looked as good as he did. Sasuke could not understand how his teacher didn't see the looks that so many people gave him.

When they had gone to the cafe in the morning, there had been no fewer than five women ogling Naruto's backside, and he over heard someone talking about how gorgeous his eyes were. It made him want to act as possessive as he felt, but he was pretty sure that Naruto would not appreciate that kind of behavior.

So he sat, half-sulking in the residual heat of the blue 1969 Oldsmobile, and waited for his teacher to start the car. Naruto turned the key, and the engine roared to life. He shifted into Reverse, and eased off the clutch until they began creeping backward. Then, he made a wordless noise that seemed to be the universal sign for I almost forgot! He had put the car in Neutral and applied the parking break before Sasuke knew what was happening, and half a second later, he was being kissed.

It was chaste, but it did nothing to cool the smoldering desire that burned in his gut. Sasuke made a humiliating helpless sound and all but begged for more. Naruto pulled away with a sly smile. “I didn't get to kiss my date hello,” he said in a low, growling tone that made Sasuke really want to pull the keys out of the ignition and initiate vehicular sex. Then the sneakiness was gone from his smile, replaced instead with that look that promised unholy pleasures. “That was a really sexy noise you just made, Sasuke. Don't do that again, or we won't leave, okay?”

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Sasuke had not eaten much. Naruto thought he might be nervous about something. Then again, the five cups of green tea he'd had to drink did not help either. On the other hand, Naruto had eaten two large specialty rolls, had salad and soup, and was now working on a small bowl of green tea ice cream. Sasuke might have to roll him out of the door. Still picking at his Dynamite Roll, Sasuke frowned off into the distance. Naruto wondered if he was all right, or if there was something he might be angry about.

Then, dark eyes settled onto him and Sasuke said, “You draw too much attention to yourself.”

“Huh?” Naruto said, not really knowing what else to say.

Sasuke pointed without looking off to the left. “Two tables away. There's a brunette with a puddle of drool next to her sake. She has been staring at you for the past fifteen minutes.” Naruto opened his mouth to say something about how there were two men at the bar who looked like they were going to draw lots to see who got to pick up on Sasuke first, but the boy stopped him by pointing out another. “Behind you, a guy who looks like a male model. He has been glaring at me. And I can see his erection from here.”

Naruto forced down the urge to turn around. “What are you talking about?” He asked, trying not to allow his voice to reach into the stratospheric octaves it wished to. “Half the room wants to get into your pants.”

“But they will not get into them,” Sasuke said as he leaned over the table toward him. “I do not want anyone but you.” Naruto could feel his cheeks heating. “I want you more every day. It is difficult to stop myself from touching you. I want to...all the time.” This admission was more than he could take. Naruto excused himself, and went to the rest room.

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Sasuke stuffed the spicy sushi roll into his mouth, chewing and swallowing without really tasting anything. It looked like every person in the room was staring at him now. The model man was still glaring in his direction, and the drooling woman looked oddly depressed. But there were several people who were looking at him in a way similar to those he had pointed out to Naruto. For instance, there was a man with mutton-chop sideburns and horn-rimmed glasses that looked like an art student. He would glance up at Sasuke and then go scratching away at a sketchbook in his lap. The art student held his attention for a long moment before lost interest and then looked back to Model Man.

Who was no longer there.

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Naruto splashed water on his face for the second time. He just could not seem to cool down. His attraction to Sasuke was violent, and he felt certain that nothing less than acting out one of those crazy fantasies he'd had would help to soothe it. Eyes closed, he leaned against the counter with water dripping from his face, taking deep breaths. When he reached for the basket where the paper towels were stacked, he felt someone place a towel into his hand. “Thanks...” he said awkwardly, and proceeded to dry his face.

Once he was done, he turned to put the crumpled paper into the garbage. Naruto saw only pale, pale eyes in a face that looked like a dream. Or in his case, an old recurring nightmare. “Hello, Naruto.”

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Sasuke hailed the waitress and pressed a one-hundred-dollar bill into her hand. He told her to keep the change, and as he rushed to the restroom, he heard her thank him profusely. At the very back of the restaurant, there was a door that led to a short hallway. Halfway down, he found the men's room. He reached out and pushed the door open, only to find that Model Man was kissing Naruto. Shock and anger flooded through his chest in a poisonous wave, and he was just about to storm out of the restaurant when Naruto shoved the other man away.

“Jesus Christ, Neji! I told you a year ago I wasn't interested. What the hell?” Naruto did not look happy about being kissed. In fact, the young teacher had unconsciously dropped into a fighting stance. Maybe it was wrong to feel that sense of relief, but it was there in Sasuke, all the same. Then Naruto looked around the man in front of him, and his eyes became wide as teacups.

Sasuke knew Naruto was about to embarrass himself. He stepped into the room and moved to avert disaster. “I paid the check,” he said mildly, “We should go now.”

Model Man Neji turned around and sneered at him. “The grown-ups are talking. You should wait outside.” Sasuke did not dignify that with a response. The guy wasn't worth it. Instead, he walked smoothly over to where Naruto had his back nearly against the wall. Sasuke used one finger to turn Naruto's frightened face toward him, and kissed him gently. A sound like distant thunder rolled from his teacher's chest, and Naruto grabbed him, crushing their mouths together. Sasuke squeaked, to his shame, and felt his knees start to go weak. After a moment or two of having his mouth molested, Sasuke managed to tear himself away. He leaned against Naruto, trying not to grind his erection against the other man's leg. Not far off, he heard Neji say, “So you're going for the under-age type? And you never gave me the time of day...”

Naruto had slipped his arms around Sasuke's waist, and God did that feel good. The blond man said in a tone that was extremely matter-of-fact, “He's different.”

“He's jail bait,” Neji countered. “Do his parents know that you're sleeping with him?”

The grip on his waist tightened, and Naruto growled, “There's nothing to tell them. Nothing like that has happened.”

“Not for my lack of trying...” Sasuke pouted into Naruto's sweater as he breathed in the scent of laundry detergent and subtle cologne. Naruto laughed and started pulling him toward the door, and said goodbye to Neji.

When they were in the car once again, Sasuke sobered up enough from lack of physical contact that he could ask, “Who was that guy?”

Naruto started the engine. “I knew him in college. He's got this...I don't know...this thing where he thinks that all I really need is a good fucking and I'll be his forever. He came onto me several times during my senior year. I made sure not to be alone with him.” Sasuke frowned. He had hoped that it would not have been anything quite like that, but it seemed he had been wrong. “I don't like him, if that's what you're asking.”

Sasuke nodded. He was glad that Naruto did not harbor any feelings for Neji, since the older man had God-like good looks and a history with his teacher that Sasuke could not even guess at. He looked out of the window and watched the people and buildings go by as Naruto navigated the streets. What had happened in the bathroom before he had arrived? He could not get rid of the image of Naruto's lips touching someone else's, no matter how hard he tried. Had Neji touched anything else he wasn't supposed to? In a way, he wanted to know, and in another, he certainly did not. Sasuke was mired in his own self-destructive thinking when the car stopped. “Eh?” He asked, looking around at the unfamiliar scenery.

They had come to some kind of park. Nearby were several large sculptures. Naruto got out of the car and locked his door, and Sasuke found no alternative than to do the same. He pushed the latch down and shut his door before moving around the car to meet Naruto. “What is this place?” he asked as they began to walk.

Naruto smiled and pointed at a sign that was somewhere around fifty meters away. “Louis Armstrong Park. I used to come here all the time when I was in school.” They walked down a path for some time before coming to an area that was already cloaked in complete darkness in comparison with the twilight of the rest of the park. For a moment, Naruto stared into the black. Then he pointed into it, and said, “I lost my virginity right there.” Sasuke gaped at him, unable to comprehend what he was being told. “It was...I was young and stupid. She was older. I don't blame her for anything, really. When you're fifteen, you can be damn horny. And I was. She was twenty-six, a friend of my cousin's, and I thought she was gorgeous. She knew that I did, and I guess she liked it. One afternoon when the park was pretty empty, a group of us were screwing around, tossing Frisbees and kicking around a hackey-sack. She pulled me into the shade here. It wasn't all that great, as I recall, and it didn't last long.” There was a kind of sadness in Naruto's voice then that Sasuke didn't like. He had been taken advantage of by someone older, who knew a lot better than he did. He...

Sasuke understood what he was trying to say. He reached for Naruto's hand and squeezed when he found it. “You are not taking advantage of me, you know.” A scoff left Naruto's lips, and Sasuke turned to face him. “Really. If anything, it is the other way around. You can not possibly know how much I want you. If you had asked, I would have made love with you in the bathroom of the restaurant earlier. I would have done it in the car. I would let you take me now.” He was glad for the waning light, because there was a flush rising on his face and little he could do to stop it. Sasuke hated feeling this desperate for anything, but what he hated more was the idea that someone might take Naruto from him. At that moment, he was willing to do whatever it took to make sure that didn't happen.

Naruto pulled him close and held him for a long time. “Stupid,” he said into the crook of Sasuke's neck, “I don't want that. If I do that with you, it should be done right. Romance, candles, the whole nine yards.”

“I am not a girl, Naruto. I do not need--”

He felt a hand in his hair that gripped and pulled, and Sasuke's head snapped backward. Naruto growled in his ear, “Would you prefer that I do it here? Now? There are still people here. And I don't have any lubrication. Do you?” Sasuke shook his head. It wasn't as if he carried that kind of thing in his wallet. “Well, then you'll have to just indulge me. I do want you, but I don't want to hurt you. So we won't be screwing in the car, or in a restroom. And definitely not here.”

Sasuke barely managed to ask, “Where?” before teeth bit into his neck, forcing him to cry out in pain and sudden arousal. “Oh...”

“Patience,” Naruto whispered in his ear, “Patience is a virtue.”

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Sasuke sat on one end of Naruto's couch, while his teacher—the infuriating bastard—sat on the other. On the way back, Naruto had all but directly refused the idea of having sex tonight. So it was that he glared across three feet of dark brown leather seating at a blue-eyed man who was his greatest source of joy and frustration. “Why not?” He asked for the second time.

Naruto sighed. “Don't you think we've been moving fast enough? Why don't you see if you can stand being with me first? I can be pretty damned annoying when I want to be.”

“I can see that.” Sasuke's tone was flat, emotionless.

That was when he discovered that his teacher had been holding back the whole time. As intense as he found Naruto, he had been keeping himself strictly in check. What started out as an icy blue glare turned quickly to a gaze of heated desire. Naruto crawled across the couch toward him and grabbed his ankles. With a fast yank, Sasuke was on his back, pinned to the couch underneath a heavily muscled, very hard body. Strong hands pulled off his tie. “Once this starts, you won't be able to stop it, Sasuke. I don't want to do anything drastic until we both know what it is we want from one another.” Teeth grazed the large tendon in the side of his neck, and buttons came magically unfastened down the front of his shirt. “You say that you want me,” those insidious lips moved down to kiss his throat and then his chest. “That you need me.” A small sharp pain jolted from his left nipple, and he looked down to see white teeth gently abusing the sensitive flesh. Sasuke moaned.

“But...” Naruto murmured as he released Sasuke's now-reddened skin, “Do you need me, or do you only need this?” The older man brought their hips together, and Sasuke could feel the hardness of Naruto's erection, the length of it, and he shivered bodily. What was he asking? There was a thick fog clouding his thoughts, one that would not allow him to answer intelligently. All he was able to do was cling to the man above him with arms and legs, seeking greater contact. He was so hot, and so ready...

And then it was gone.

Dazed, he opened his eyes to find Naruto standing five feet away, gripping the edge of the bar and panting. He looked as if he were either going to pass out or jump back onto the couch and rape Sasuke. While one could not rape the willing, he could certainly make it very uncomfortable. Right at that moment, Naruto didn't look like he much cared about Sasuke's safety or pleasure. He needed release, and that much showed on his face. Understanding hit Sasuke like a punch to the face. Naruto was literally afraid to hurt him. Physically, and probably emotionally, as well. Had he not removed himself from the couch, they would likely be having sex that Sasuke would find very painful.

He had stopped himself, though, and that was what really mattered. Sasuke got up from the couch and went to the kitchen table, pulled out one of the chairs and turned it around. Then he moved toward Naruto carefully, taking him by the arm and tugging gently. “Come here and sit down...” he said slowly, trying not to scare him. Naruto did as he was told, and once he was seated, Sasuke picked up his tie from where it had fallen on the floor. Blue eyes watched him curiously as he approached with it, and then widened when Sasuke moved behind the chair.

“Sasuke--”

“Shhh. Calm down. I am not going to hurt you.” He tied Naruto's hands together, and to the bottom rung of the chair's ladder back. “Now you can not get me. That is why you are so scared yes?” When he again stood in front of Naruto, he saw more than fear in those wide blue eyes. Desire, hot enough to scorch him, warred with guilt and something else. He knelt down, grasping Naruto's knees before pulling them apart. When he had put his body between them, he said, “Let me do this for you. I will not ask for more this night.”

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Naruto watched, dumbfounded, as Sasuke pulled at the zipper on his jeans. He was so intent, so focused, that it was mesmerizing. Released finally from the prison of his underwear, his erection stood out, throbbing and weeping salty fluid. Sasuke tugged his pants and underwear down just enough so that they would not be in the way, and then leaned in.

Unlike when he woke up with Sasuke in his bed, there was none of the harsh movement or sudden envelopment of his erection. Slowly, tortuously, Sasuke teased him. He ran that evil tongue up the length of him, gathered up the fluid leaking from the tip, and traced the sensitive ridge of the head before barely taking in the tip. Naruto whined, trying to thrust deeper inside Sasuke's mouth, but the boy backed away quickly, smiling.

“Patience is a virtue, Naruto.”

“Tease,” Naruto spat hatefully, knowing full well that he had used those same words no more than an hour ago, but also not giving a damn.

Sasuke lapped at the base of Naruto's erection, a small laugh escaping him. “I learn from a wonderful teacher...” All he could do was grumble in response. Sasuke grinned up at him, half-amused and half-mocking. Then fingers ran over the skin of his lower abdomen, down into his pubic hair before wrapping around the base of his erection. They held him loosely as they began to stroke, and Naruto closed his eyes. Hot wetness touched him, and he moaned.

Sasuke took him in then, and his back arched at the spike of pleasure that drove up his spine. “Oh, God that feels good.” Hands took hold of his hips, keeping him still, and he all but sobbed when Sasuke's mouth left him again. The sound of movement, as well as a zipper forced his eyes open. Sasuke was opening his own pants, and Naruto saw easily that he had not been wearing anything beneath them. Straddling Naruto's lap, he got comfortable and then took both of their erections in hand. It was a slick, hot, unbelievable feeling of absolute bliss. Sasuke ground into him, rocking his hips as he moved his hand and let out little sighs of pleasure.

It was not very long at all before Naruto yelled out his climax, followed shortly by Sasuke, who fell limp against him. A few minutes later, when their breathing had slowed, Sasuke looked down at the mess he had made. He flushed slightly, and said something under his breath. Then he got up and untied Naruto before going over to the kitchen sink to clean himself up. Naruto just took off his soiled sweater and tossed it onto the floor. It was going to need a wash. He caught Sasuke before he could escape into the bathroom and pulled him close. He kissed him long and deep, savoring every texture and nuance of him. Then he pulled away slightly and said, “You know that there's not getting rid of me now, don't you?”

Sasuke nosed into the skin of his shoulder and said lowly, “That is fine with me...”
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