Consequences

I do not own Bleach. If I did it would have a much more adult rating. Reviews are appreciated!!!

Also, I know Byakuya is kind of OOC, but it's hard to write dialogue for him when he says so little in the manga/anime. He's more the "my expression conveys all I need to say" type.


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Renji woke up feeling confused. For starters the bed was extremely comfortable and clearly not his own, he was sore in odd places, and there was a strange sensation on his chest.

Thinking about it the best he could in his sleep hazed mind he realized that the bed was firmer than he was used to, but the sheets were smooth like silk. The muscles – and other things – that were sore were not areas that hurt after standard exercise. Lastly, he managed to identify the strange sensation he was feeling on his chest as licking, and while he wasn’t sure what was licking him and why, he figured that was what must have woken him up.

He slowly opened his eyes to discover a head of long black hair hovering over his chest and at the same moment his sleep fogged mind woke up enough to realize that the tongue licking him was tracing a very familiar pattern across his chest.

He finally woke up enough to put two and two together as to where he was, who he was with, and why he was here. “Don’t you ever get enough?” he muttered.

Byakuya raised his head and looked up at him. “Are you complaining?”

Hmmm... waking up in a comfortable bed to Kuchiki Byakuya licking his chest? “No, not at all.”

“I did not think so,” Byakuya said, lowering his head down and swiping his tongue along another of the lines tattooed on Renji’s chest. Renji chuckled a little and decided there were far worse ways to wake up. The promise of morning sex hung in the air and, despite the lingering aches from the night before, he had no protests.

The night before...

After the complete and total shock of Byakuya screwing him on his desk in the office yesterday afternoon, Renji had returned to his work, planning on working as efficiently as possible to get out of there sooner. That didn’t happen for two reasons. The first was that Captain Kuchiki had been dead serious when he said they were working late, and the second was because Renji kept distracting himself by thinking about what had happened. His mind would wander, remembering every caress, every thrust of Byakuya’s hips, every single last minute of their frenzied coupling.

Every time that happened it was Byakuya’s voice that snapped him out of it, a stern warning uttered in one word “Renji” and Renji got back to work. Temporarily.

When not thinking about the best bout of sex he’d had in a long, long time, Renji’s mind drifted to the set of circumstances that had placed him there and trying to understand how exactly he’d found himself between a desk and Kuchiki Byakuya. To say the behavior was incredibly unusual for his captain was a huge understatement.

The captain finally sighed at one point and commented, “Renji, I thought you said you’d be less distracted once you got that out of your system, not more.”

“Is that why you did it?” he asked, not sure if he should, but figuring he couldn’t do any worse that day.

“What makes you think that?” Byakuya frowned a little.

“Er... I dunno, I guess I’m trying to figure out why and hoping that wasn’t it.”

“That was not it. I am sure that left to your own devices you would have solved your problem one way or another.”

“Yeah.” There were quite a number of people around Seireitei that he knew would welcome his advances.

“I also expect that you would know me better than that by now.”

“Well, I thought I did, but I have to admit that today has caught me completely off guard.”

“Today caught me off guard as well,” Byakuya admitted, which was a relief for Renji. It was good to know that Byakuya was as thrown off by the events as he was. But it still didn’t answer his question.

“So... why?”

“Why did you kiss me, Renji?”

He would have protested that Byakuya was avoiding the question or being unfair and asking Renji questions before answering the ones directed at him, but there were things in the relationship of captain/lieutenant that he allowed and this was one of them. Few other people could get away with this. “I’ve, um... wanted to for a while,” he admitted, looking down.

“Why?”

“Well... I’ve always respected you. Then I came to admire you as well. And you’re an attractive guy. I guess all of that rolled together and combined into a physical attraction. I’m not really sure how or when it happened, it just did. Gradually, I guess. So I’ve kinda wanted you for a while now and couldn’t stop myself and well, there you go.”

When Byakuya was silent for a long time Renji finally looked up and found his captain regarding him with unreadable eyes. He’d become much better at seeing things in those eyes that he once wasn’t able to see, but even now he only managed to catch so much. He had also become better at not turning away when being scrutinized by that gaze and willed himself to keep meeting Byakuya’s eyes now.

Byakuya finally nodded as if accepting that explanation. “I’ve always appreciated your blunt honesty, Renji.”

Renji decided to take that as a compliment.

It was a few more minutes before the captain spoke again and Renji knew better than to push him. “It has been a long time since I allowed myself to feel anything like that. At first it was not possible for me to think that way, to think of anyone other than... her... In time it grew easier but no one could compare and so those types of thoughts simply did not exist for me.

“It really has been only very recently that I have started to notice the people around me. I do not think any woman will ever be her equal, so my mind has wandered to men, something I had not considered in a long time.”

That last declaration left Renji rather curious, but he knew better than to interrupt.

“You are hard not to notice,” Byakuya said softly. “But I did not allow myself to do anything but notice. I do not have the time to indulge in silly daydreams or the energy to be distracted by baser instincts.”

Byakuya’s lips twitched up into what might have been a slight smile. “Or so I thought. You have shown me that there are consequences of ignoring those instincts for too long. Your brashness woke up what I had for so long managed to keep well suppressed. I am afraid I do not have a better explanation that than. Once started up, it turned out that my desire was hard to stop.”

So that’s all it was. It hadn’t mattered that it was Renji; all that mattered was someone having re-awoken Byakuya’s long suppressed sexuality. He was surprised to find that it hurt a bit to learn that. He hadn’t considered Byakuya as anything more than an unobtainable attraction, or so he thought. Clearly some inner part of his psyche disagreed. Either that or he was simply jealous about the prospect that someone else could have easily filled his role.

“Renji.” A soft utterance of his name made him look up and meet Byakuya’s eyes. There was a softness there that Renji rarely saw. “I would have been able to control myself around most other people.”

Renji grinned, part flattered, part relieved.

“Of course, most other people also would not have had the audacity to kiss me.”

Renji gave him a defiant look. He had no regrets.

“There are reasons why I like you, Renji.”

Renji grinned again. That was good enough for him, along with the assurance that it wasn’t just because he was the first person to come along in a long time that he ended up in Kuchiki Byakuya’s pants.

“Do you have further questions or will you finally get to work?”

Renji smiled once more. There were some things that would never change and he was glad about that. “I think I can work now.”

So he did, for a while anyway. He worked steadily until the time he normally finished for the day and then for another half hour past that. He kept working after that, but it was an inefficient, distracted type of working and finally after another 45 minutes or so, Byakuya gave up and said they could leave. Renji bolted out of his chair and to the door.

The captain stopped him with instructions to go on ahead and then, as covertly as possible, to come by his quarters in half an hour. Respecting his captain’s wishes, Renji did as he was told.

It was the longest half hour of his life.

When he arrived a servant quietly ushered him in and showed him to a sitting room where Byakuya was waiting. Byakuya informed him that it would be a little while before dinner was ready which was fine with Renji. In the end, dinner was ready before they were ready to eat it and Renji discovered that tatami was more comfortable than desk, but that it was probably a good thing that they hadn’t managed to take his robes all the way off, as the tatami probably would have left funny marks on his back.

Dinner, when they did start eating, was a bit awkward, neither of them really knowing what to say. They were dressed again, more for the servants’ comfort than their own, though Renji supposed the servants probably already knew exactly what had happened in the sitting room. Shoji screens only did so much, after all.

Renji asked if that was going to be a problem, to which Byakuya shook his head, informing Renji that these were his own personal and most trusted servants that he’d brought with him from the Kuchiki Estate, and that they were not only extremely loyal and devoted to him, but knew how to keep their mouths shut. Renji wasn’t sure if he completely believed that, but accepted it as he had no other choice.

They ate in silence for a while, exchanging glances, neither of them knowing what to say. They worked together well as captain and lieutenant, they respected each other, they’d had mind boggling sex twice now, but conversation was much more of a challenge. If it wasn’t related to the usual business type of conversations they had, they’d never really spoken about it. Renji wasn’t about to make small talk, but he had no idea how to start a conversation either. It appeared that Byakuya felt the same way.

“I guess we don’t really have that much in common,” Renji muttered after a while.

“I am sure there are some things,” Byakuya assured him, sounding more awkward than Renji had ever hear the man sound, though even that was barely perceptible.

Other than a dedication to their squad and to being shinigami in general, pride of their skills, focus on sword-craft, and a fondness for Kuchiki Rukia, Renji couldn’t think of anything they shared in common. They had totally different backgrounds, different views, and different attitudes. Renji really wanted to know more about Byakuya’s sexual history, but that was a question he was not willing to ask, at least not yet. He could ask what Byakuya did for fun, but he didn’t think his captain did fun. It left him stuck.

“You would think that after working together these past few months we would have something to talk about,” Byakuya stated, mind clearly on the same track.

“Other than next week’s squad assignment,” Renji agreed.

“Yes.”

“I don’t suppose you know any good gossip.”

“I do not gossip.”

“Surely you’ve overheard things.”

“Perhaps, but I try not to listen.”

“After this afternoon we might be the new gossip.”

Byakuya cringed a tiny bit. “Hopefully not. I suppose it depends on who was listening and how smart they are.”

“True,” Renji agreed, mentally adding in ‘and how scared of you, me, or both of us they are’. Personally, he didn’t really care who knew and who didn’t, or what the rules were, but Byakuya obviously cared and Renji wouldn’t break his captain’s trust in such a way. Despite popular belief, he could be discrete.

“So, um, this is good food,” he offered.

“Traditional recipe,” Byakuya replied.

“Ah.” That was followed by more silence. Clearly this talking thing was failing miserably. Fucking was much less complicated, but they had to get through dinner first.

They could, of course, talk about sex. That might possibly work. “So,” Renji said with a bit of a leer, “Do you have a favorite position?”

“Excuse me?”

“You know, a favorite way to do it? Or if no favorites, do you have something in mind for what you want to try next?”

“Next?”

“We are doing it again, aren’t we?”

“If you feel up to it.”

“Oh, I’m always up to it.”

Byakuya gave him an unamused look for the pun.

“Well, what would you like to try? If it’s been a while I’m sure there are certain things you’re looking forward to.”

“It has been so long that just about any option would do,” Byakuya replied with what really was a hint of a smile. “Let us start with making sure that we are both naked this time as opposed to one or the other of us.”

“Naked is good,” Renji agreed, frustrated that first Byakuya’s and then his robes had been in the way of full skin on skin contact.

“Maybe a little more slow and leisurely this time, more exploration.”

That sounded good too, especially when it was Kuchiki Byakuya saying it. It wasn’t exactly talking dirty – though it might be the closest thing to talking dirty that Byakuya did – but it sure as hell was turning Renji on. “How about a bed this time?”

“A wise idea.”

“You’re not the one getting bent over random pieces of furniture and floor.”

Byakuya gave him a look that was half embarrassed and half incredulous. “I could lie back this time and you could position yourself on my lap,” he finally suggested

Renji blinked. Honestly, he wanted to reverse their roles but Byakuya wasn’t considering that option at the moment and Renji wasn’t sure if he wanted to bring it up. Still as it was, it was a suggestion he didn’t mind. “That’ll be a nice change of pace.”

And that’s how they ended up. They talked a bit more about things they wanted to try with each other, the suggestions tame and stated plainly. There was so much more Renji wanted to say, but he wasn’t sure if he could get away with it yet.

So after dinner they retired to Byakuya’s rooms where they took things at a leisurely pace, undressing each other and exploring each other’s bodies with hands and mouths. Byakuya seemed particularly intrigued by Renji’s tattoos, both on his chest and back, much to Renji’s amusement. Not that he minded the touches they garnered.

When they finally did the deed, it too was at a slower pace, Renji straddling Byakuya’s lap, swiveling his hips for a while before riding Byakuya’s cock with slow, full up and down thrusts that eventually became short and rapid movements. He came not long before Byakuya did, neither of them particularly loud, but with satisfied sounding moans nonetheless.

He expected to be asked to go home, but Byakuya fetched a damp cloth from another room, cleaned them off, and then drew a blanket over the bed, settling in next to Renji. Conversation may have been difficult earlier, but drifting off to sleep side by side, bodies touching, was quite pleasant and took no effort at all.

This would be why Renji woke up a bit sore, in Kuchiki Byakuya’s bed, with said captain licking his chest. It was, quite possibly, the best morning of his life.

“I could get used to this,” he murmured.

“Being licked?” Byakuya asked a hint of amusement in his voice.

Renji grinned. “No, waking up in your bed. Naked.”

“I see,” Byakuya replied.

“Was this just a onetime thing or will I have this opportunity again?”

“I am not certain.”

“Oh.”

“I have to think about it.”

“Right.”

“It is a bad idea, Renji.”

“I guess.”

“The bad ideas are always the tempting ones, are they not, Renji?”

Renji met Byakuya’s eyes to catch a hint of a smile there. “Yeah, that’s always how it goes. I’ll let you think about it, my decision is already made.”

“For the bad idea.”

“Of course, what else do you expect from me?” Renji gave Byakuya a sly look.

“I would have been disappointed if you answered a different way.”

“Mmm...” Renji agreed, sitting up only to lower Byakuya onto his back. “Maybe I can convince you to decide the same way I did.”

“You will have to be very convincing,” Byakuya replied, the last word swallowed as Renji leaned down for a kiss. Renji teased his fingers down Byakuya’s sides as they kissed, grabbing onto perfectly shaped hipbones. He had a suspicion that they would look delectable sneaking out of a pair of jeans so favored in the living world. Maybe he’d have to get Byakuya down there one of these days. As bothersome as gigai could be, sometimes a variation in clothing was a pleasant change.

Right now, however, naked was good. Very good indeed as Renji pressed his body against Byakuya’s, rubbing their groins together, cock sliding along cock, the moan building in the back of his throat echoed by Byakuya.

Speaking of being on top that was an opportunity he still wanted to take. He wondered if he could get away with it. Figuring he may as well try, he slid down Byakuya’s body until he was face to face with the man’s cock. He’d had some time to play and explore during their last session the night before, but he wanted more. Using only the very tip of his tongue he drew a line from head to root and back again, earning himself small sounds of pleasure in return.

Byakuya was quiet in bed. It wasn’t that he didn’t make noise; it was that the noises he did make were rarely loud. Renji supposed it fit the nobleman’s personality. It was yet another sign of the rigid control that Byakuya always displayed. Right now, Renji wanted to do nothing more than shatter that control.

It took him some effort, after all, it had been a while since he’d done it, and Byakuya’s cock was quite long – longer than Renji’s own, even, though not quite as thick – but Renji managed to take it all the way down his throat. Now that produced a reaction, a pleasured cry and a thrust of hips. He held still, expecting the motions of the hips to continue, and when they didn’t, he slid his mouth up and down the shaft, appreciating the continuing moans.

He wanted those moans to be louder. He took one of his hands and cupped Byakuya’s balls with it, squeezing them gently, creating a steady rhythm. He was about to let his hand venture further down when Byakuya’s hands gripped his shoulders and pushed him back a bit, making him release Byakuya’s cock.

Renji pouted a bit. He would have asked why he’d been pushed away, but the sight before him left him speechless, and answered the question. Byakuya lay sprawled out on the mattress, black hair in disarray on the pillow, a light flush spread over his face, neck, and chest, which was rapidly rising and falling, the whole set of his body demonstrating a hint of tension. He’d been close, very close. Renji would have been quite happy to have had Byakuya come in his mouth, but clearly the captain had other goals in mind.

Renji was content to sit and stare for a moment while Byakuya caught his breath and regained some control. He sat up slowly, gave Renji a measuring look, and then pressed Renji down to the mattress with a gentle push against his chest.

The tongue that had awoken him returned to his chest, once again trailing over his tattoos, but utilizing much faster swipes this time as Byakuya worked lower and lower. Renji gasped as the tongue departed from the tattoos, sliding across the head of his cock. His erection received a few more licks before the head was engulfed by that pretty mouth.

Like the day before, Renji couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight; there was something so damn erotic about watching Byakuya suck his cock that he was amazed he didn’t come from the sight of it like he had the day before. Following Renji’s earlier actions, Byakuya also reached for Renji’s balls, rolling them in his palm a few times before sliding his head down further to take one into his mouth. Renji gladly lifted his hips in the air to make the task easier, moaning as his balls were sucked in turn.

He wasn’t at all surprised when a finger sought entry into his body, and, as much as he wanted to get a chance to fuck Byakuya, he wasn’t going to complain either. At some point he was going to have to suggest the idea, but not now. The fingers were slick with the scented oil that Byakuya had used the night before, though Renji hadn’t noticed when Byakuya had grabbed the bottle.

Well used from the previous day, his body accepted first one and then two fingers without protest, tensing a little only on the third, and not for very long in that case. He was surprised he wasn’t more sore from yesterday’s activities, but then he’d always been a fast healer. He arched his back and growled out Byakuya’s name when those clever fingers rubbed his sweet spot, his eyes sliding closed from the intensity of the feelings. But not intense enough, “Do it.”

“Very well.” The fingers were gone and Renji almost begged to have them back, but recalled that he was the one who wanted them gone in the first place, only so they could be replaced by something else.

Byakuya was leaning over his body, long tresses of black hair spilling around his face, obscuring Renji’s views of the other man’s eyes. He reached a hand up and tried to brush that hair back, but wasn’t successful. Instead, he threaded his hands through that long hair and pulled Byakuya down for a heated kiss. As they kissed Renji tucked Byakuya’s hair behind his ears in hopes of seeing those eyes when the kiss ended. With a nip to Renji’s bottom lip, Byakuya pulled back from the kiss, shifting into position and encouraging Renji to wrap his legs around Byakuya’s waist.

Renji moaned loudly as the head of Byakuya’s cock slid into his body, bucking his hips up to encourage the older man to slide the rest of the way in. Byakuya took the hint, burying himself all the way in Renji’s body. With a smirk, Renji tightened his muscles, earning himself a surprised, but pleased, gasp from Byakuya.

Byakuya looked him in the eyes for a long moment, long enough to make Renji almost nervous. He was about to either start squirming under that gaze or to look away when Byakuya started to move, setting a demanding pace from the very start, long deep strokes pounding quickly into Renji’s body. Renji met his rhythm, using the leverage he had to push up against his lover. He reached a hand down and stroked his cock in time to their coupling.

All the while, Byakuya’s eyes never left his. Renji licked his lips as he stared into those lust filled eyes, searching for all the secrets Byakuya kept hidden from view, secrets Renji on occasion managed to glimpse in those eyes. He was hoping that this new situation he found himself in with his captain would create more opportunities for him to untangle those secrets, to break through the controlled and distanced demeanor, to learn more about his captain.

Damn, he had it bad. There was no going back. Things between them would never be the same. Even if this was the last time and Byakuya was never interested in more, there was no going back for Renji. This was about a hell of a lot more than besting Kuchiki Byakuya in a fight, and not only because he still believed that fights were a lot easier.

Byakuya let out a sound that was almost a growl and Renji blinked, refocusing on those eyes and realizing his mind had wandered something he’d never considered possible in the current circumstances. The overwhelming lust in Byakuya’s eyes flooded through him again and Renji knew that this time there would be no more getting lost in his thoughts.

There could only be the current reality, the heated look in Byakuya’s dark eyes, the flush on his face, the beads of sweat dripping enticingly down his chest, the play of leg and stomach muscles as moved, the feeling of his cock sliding back and forth inside Renji, unerringly hitting his sweet spot almost every time – of course it did, Kuchiki Byakuya did everything perfectly – and the small moans of pleasure he made, so much quieter than Renji’s own inarticulate cries, but so damn alluring.

Overpowered by too many sensations at once, Renji came with a loud cry, bordering on a scream, the first syllable of Byakuya’s name slipping from his lips, but brain unable to process more than that.

Byakuya smiled at him, honest to goodness smiled at him, and Renji knew that if he hadn’t just come, that would have brought him over the edge. He found himself smiling back, running one hand up Byakuya’s arm and teasing the other through the mess he’d made on his own stomach.

“Oh... Renji...” was the only indicator Renji had that Byakuya was about to come. Those eyes that had been locked on his for so long slipped closed as a powerful orgasm shook Byakuya’s body. Renji both missed those eyes and was relieved to no longer be under their scrutiny, all at the same time. With one last low moan of pleasure Byakuya collapsed on top of him and Renji instantly wrapped his arms around the other man, holding him tight, one hand gently rubbing his back.

“I think,” Byakuya said after a long while, voice a near whisper in Renji’s ear, “that you may get your wish.”

“My wish?” Renji asked, not exactly sure what Byakuya was referring to.

“Your wish to have this reoccur. I do not think I will be satisfied with yesterday and this morning alone.”

Renji couldn’t suppress the ear to ear grin that spread on his face.

“There will have to be some ground rules, of course.”

“I can accept that.” Renji has expected no less.

“For a multitude of reasons, I would prefer to keep this between us.”

Renji has suspected that might be one of the conditions. Between Byakuya’s position as a captain, their relationship as captain and vice-captain, and Byakuya’s standing in the Kuchiki clan; he figured that the man would probably want to keep things quiet. “I understand,” he said.

“Good. And I mean that very firmly. Not even Rukia is to know.”

Renji nodded. She’d be hurt when she did find out – and he knew she inevitably would – but, if that was Byakuya’s wish, Renji would accept it. He’d do practically anything to stay involved with this man.

“Feel free to use my name in private, but we should retain formal titles in any professional situations or if someone is there to hear it.”

“Yes, sir,” Renji stressed the word to make it clear that he understood.

“No displays of affection where anyone could see them, this includes the office. And absolutely no repeats of yesterday. I do not want to think about how many people may have heard us.”

“No sex in the office, got it.”

“In fact, it would be best if we kept things to my personal quarters.”

“Only here?” Renji asked.

“Yes, only here.”

“But...”

“Renji,” Byakuya said firmly. He then sighed, “All right, if we are in a situation where there is absolutely no possible way anyone could see us, gestures of affection are acceptable, but nothing more.”

Renji was fairly certain that Byakuya thought that they’d never be in such a situation. Even then, ever pragmatic, Byakuya had pretty much safeguarded himself against anything but a display of affection. The implicit “no sex” statement hung unstated in the air.

It was a strict set of rules, but Renji wanted Byakuya too much to argue. The arrogant bastard knew it too. “Okay, I accept your terms.”

“Good,” Byakuya said, drawing back so he could look at Renji once more. The hair had fallen back into his eyes and Renji brushed it back again, tucking it back behind Byakuya’s ears.

They looked at each other for a long moment, both making certain. Renji saw in those eyes what he wanted to see: Byakuya was serious about this. This wasn’t a game or a temporary thing to release some tension. Off course, Byakuya never went into anything without the intention of seeing it all the way through. Renji kissed him, using his fingers still in Byakuya’s hair to draw his head down. Byakuya kissed him back just as aggressively, tongue tangling with Renji’s and his hands gripping Renji’s arms tight.

Byakuya was the first one to draw back, giving Renji another serious look. Renji had hoped for one more morning romp, but that look dispelled all of his hopes. “Breakfast should already be set out for us. I will clean up and head to the office once we eat. You should return to your quarters to do the same; it would be best if you came to the office from there rather than my quarters.”

Renji frowned a little as Byakuya shifted off of him and sat up. “We can’t go in together?”

“It would be best if we did not. From time to time, it will be fine, but if we always approach the office together, it will raise suspicion. Besides, do you not need a fresh set of clothes?”

“Yeah, I guess I do. Okay, I’ll be good and go to my own quarters first.” Of course, one of these days someone was bound to notice him going from the Captain’s quarters to his own. He’d have to be as stealthy as possible.

“Thank you,” Byakuya said. He looked at Renji once more, openness in those eyes that Renji rarely saw. “I appreciate your cooperation and discretion.”

Renji smiled, pleased to see that look in Byakuya’s eyes. He’d do anything to see it more often; including doing what he was told in this case.

Byakuya leaned forward and gave him another kiss, brief and chaste this time, but still a kiss before standing. “Breakfast first.”

“Okay,” Renji agreed, suddenly hungry and much happier. Byakuya selected a yukata for himself and passed another to Renji. Renji searched for something to clean himself up with first, and found the cloth they had used the night before. Once he was dressed, he trailed after Byakuya to the other room, marveling at the fact that he’d been given one of Byakuya’s personal pieces of clothing to wear. Pure silk, from the feel of it, but the gesture itself mattered more to him than the fabric.

“Are you coming?” Byakuya asked, looking over his shoulder at Renji, who was still standing there, fingers touching the fabric and marveling at the gesture.

“Yeah,” Renji nodded with a smile and walked toward Byakuya. As the captain turned away from him, Renji thought he caught that slight smile yet again and couldn’t help the grin that spread out on his face.

Oh yeah, it was worth every rule and condition Byakuya imposed on him. Well worth it, indeed.


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