InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Heart Within ❯ Chapter Forty-Five ( Chapter 47 )

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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, etc., of Inuyasha or Yu Yu Hakusho. This story is for entertainment purposes only, and not for profit.THE HEART WITHINSummary: She has carried vengeance in her shadowed heart for 500 years, sacrificing her self for that dream. Now, Sango just might get her chance… (IY/YYH crossover) A/N: Holy Toledos, Bat Man, it’s been a long time. Chalk it up to having moved across the country to start a new life. I won’t tell you how long ago I’d written this lemon out, for fear of death by sporking, but finally gotten around to editing it. The chapter will be rather short on fanfictionnet, as all the juice gets squeezed out by their rating system. (Although some people don’t like reading lemons, which is fine, too, as not all my stories end up with lemons. Sometimes, it just isn’t called for or I’m not in the mood, LOL!)

I will add that I have already written the ending to this story, just need to flesh out the chapters, and am starting work on the sequel. DUNH DUNH DUNH! Wasn’t expecting that, were you? =P

Thanks again for all the supportive reviews---I appreciate each and every one of them. 
WARNING! LEMONS SERVED WITH A BIT OF YAOI LIME ON THE SIDE!

Chapter Forty-Five

Kurama’s smile was rich with sensual promise as Hiei finally let her go to stalk after his discarded clothing.

“Oh---” Recalled to her own missing wardrobe, Sango distractedly looked around, but Kurama only laughed.

“Don’t worry, Pierre will retrieve our things and take them to the laundry.” The kitsune’s amused expression told her they wouldn’t need them for a while. Sango blushed, feeling awkward. Kurama always seemed so self-assured, even when hiding his uncertainty behind a bland façade. She wondered if she could ever learn to do that without making it into an effort.

Kurama smoothly took her hand, his palm dry against her sweaty one. Sango didn’t know why she was suddenly so nervous, just that that brute of a bellhop was watching them with open lasciviousness. The mood had been pretty much destroyed by his untimely arrival, and she scowled. Kurama chuckled, as if reading her thoughts. He might have, for all she knew. Except she didn’t feel that profound oneness that she’d shared with both demons earlier, and the Jagan wasn’t glowing, like when active.

Jerking on a pair of black pants, Hiei bundled his sword and cloak under one arm. They left the rest for Pierre to collect after he escorted them to their new suite. He led a strange parade down the hall, Hiei stalking a few steps ahead to play fore-guard as Kurama held Sango’s hand, his thumb lightly smoothing circles across her palm. They walked a fair distance, and the mood was killed entirely for Sango as they passed several demons, who ogled them with knowing smirks. Two humans in matching bathrobes and a shirtless Hiei was certainly worthy enough of comment, but did they have to be so damn blatant about it?

She was grateful when they finally reached the room, but rather taken aback by the décor. While rather tame when compared to the tackiness of the other suite, this one was decorated in some demon’s fancy of a sultan’s retreat. Lavish pillows and low tables figured prominently in the hedonistic vision, as did draping silk and too many carpets and tassels in garish colors. The sitting area was separated from the bedroom by a distinctively Middle Eastern archway, and the giant, circular bed was buried under a virtual mountain of pillows.

“Here you go, the Harem Suite,” Pierre grandly introduced, if a tad late.

“Hn.” Hiei sauntered past him, and Sango avoided the bellhop’s toothy leer as Kurama gently nudged her to precede him. She didn’t know what the fox murmured to the bellhop, but the demon abruptly straightened, his eyes bugling in fright as he audibly swallowed.

“Um, yes, sir! Right away, sir!” Saluting smartly, the demon handed over the keycard and fled.

Kurama closed the door and only shrugged at Sango’s curious look. “I hope you don’t mind, but I ordered us some wine and a light meal. I’m sure you’re hungry.”

She was, actually, but it didn’t really seem as important as---well, as what they all intended on doing. She blushed, avoiding looking at the giant bed as Hiei absently kicked a pillow out of his way to the bathroom.

“Sango.” Kurama drew her attention up as he gently took her hand and raised it to his lips. “There’s really no rush. We can take our time.” His green eyes darkened as he turned her palm up to kiss the base of her wrist. His lips were warm, his kiss as light as a butterfly’s touch. Her heart raced, and she could not tear her eyes from his, which held so much promise, and something so sensually primal.

She jumped as a sharp rap on the door once again intruded, and blinked in confusion as Kurama murmured wryly, “Excellent timing, as always,” before going to get it.

Hiei came out of the bathroom to cross his arms over his bare chest and glare as Pierre hurried in, all cringing and flustered now as he directed two smaller gargoyles in frilly white aprons to set down covered trays and a chilled bottle in an icy urn. Bowing and scraping, the bellhop hustled the gargoyles back out, saying he hoped it was all to me’lord’s satisfaction. Kurama curtly closed the door in his face. Surprised, Sango stared at the fox, but he only murmured, “Timing.”

Hiei smirked and stalked over to one of the trays. Removing the metal dome, he stared critically, and shrugged. Picking up a shell, he slurped up the gooey contents with typical bad grace.

“How is it?” Kurama asked as he expertly opened the wine.

“Salty.” Hiei took another, and handed a third to Sango, who awkwardly sunk down on a pile of pillows beside the low table.

“Thank you,” she said, brow furrowing as she stared at the offering. “Oysters?”

Kurama only smiled. It was such a disarming, boy-caught-in-the cookie-jar smile Sango couldn’t help but laugh. Nervousness dissipating, Sango nibbled at the salty treat. While not averse to oysters, they weren’t her favorite. And really, she didn’t see how they could be considered an aphrodisiac. They were just so squishy!

Hiei certainly didn’t seem to mind, for he made quick work of the tray. Besides oysters, there were other delicacies, like shrimp and seaweed rolls, as well as a selection of honeyed fruit and sweetened apricots. The spicy ika yakiniku had her reaching for the wine glass Kurama brought her, and probably not giving the crisp white the respect it deserved as she gulped the contents.

Kurama chuckled, and only tipped the bottle over her empty glass as she blinked, feeling slightly light-headed. “Easy. That squid is spicy---Hiei, you should like it. Here, Sango, try this instead.”

He held out an apricot, and when she would have taken it from his fingers with her own, he shook his head, indicating she should just open her mouth. Knitting her brow, Sango let him feed her. The fruit was sweet, and she absently licked the lingering taste from her lips.

Hiei stared at her, barbecued squid held half-way to his mouth.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, unnerved.

Kurama hid a faint smile, adroitly picking up a crusted shrimp and holding it out to Hiei. “Why don’t you try the crusted shrimp, Hiei? It has a distinct flavor.”

Hiei looked at him, and then abruptly leaned forward to suck the succulent shrimp off of the fox’s fingers, the red eyes boring into the fox’s verdant green. Sango’s breath caught---there was something so erotic about the simple gesture. She suddenly felt flustered as a wave of heat spread throughout her body.

Hiei slowly smirked, his red eyes flickering back to her. This time it was his turn to offer the spicy ika he still held in his right hand. Mouth on fire, Sango blindly reached for her wineglass, but Kurama gently drew her chin up to his as he leaned over and kissed her, dribbling wine through the warm press of his lips. Caught off-guard, Sango’s eyes widened, but she slowly closed them as the fox deepened the kiss, his cool tongue laving the fire from hers and transferring heat of another kind by doing so.

The fox shifted subtly, drawing Sango closer and yet tilting her back a bit as he took his time devouring her mouth. There was a certain sensual skill to Kurama’s kiss, one he deliberately used to wreak havoc upon her senses as his lips softened over hers. His tongue delved deep inside before he sucked lightly on hers, inviting her to explore his mouth in turn. She made a small noise, yearning, and he broke the kiss to nibble on the bottom of her lip, his eyes cutting over to Hiei. The fire demon did not wait for a second invitation, but cupped her chin in his calloused palm, claiming her mouth as well.

Hiei was heat and fire and raw desire. His kiss was primal, hot and demanding. Sango felt the fire ignite inside her belly, fanning a deeper ache between her legs as Hiei abruptly dragged her to him. His bare arms snaked around her waist as he hauled her across the pillows and onto his lap, her legs draping on either side of his. Her surprised protest was muffled as his hot tongue swept inside to tangle with hers. Sango moaned, the desire burning hotter along her skin than she ever thought possible.

A smooth hand glided up her leg, rucking the bathrobe up over her bent knee as playful fingers lightly cupped it before making lazy patterns up her thigh. Her gasp was lost against Hiei’s mouth, and they shifted again, fluid as water, as Kurama’s hand left its teasing path to slide around her waist and pull at the double-knot of her sash. Hiei’s arms slid up her back and around her shoulders to cup her chin in his calloused palms as they exchanged heated breaths and short gasps for air.

Sango felt Kurama press his lips against the back of her neck, his tongue lightly laving the spot. She abruptly broke Hiei’s kiss, crying out as lightning shot straight to her groin. Kurama’s husky chuckle sent cool air against that heady spot and she inhaled sharply, staring blindly up at the ceiling as Hiei’s hot mouth wandered down the column of her throat. Kurama lightly teased a path down the other side, the brush of his red hair tickling her skin as his hands curled over her shoulders to slowly draw the bathrobe down. He softly kissed her shoulder, urging her arms back as he slid the rough fabric free.

Sango blushed as Hiei growled, a hard palm immediately cupping her breast as he shifted her back against Kurama so he could take the swollen bud inside his mouth. Sango’s breath caught as the wet heat enveloped her aching breast, the fire demon’s tongue circling her rising nipple as he nipped it lightly and then suckled hard. Kurama captured her despairing moan against his mouth, his tongue sweeping delicately over the line of her lips before slowly invading. The kitsune was a solid strength behind her, his hands lightly cupping her shoulders as he tilted his head over hers, his long hair sliding silkily over her neck and down her collarbone.

Hiei’s hard palms slipped down her abdomen, sweeping over the flare of her hips and pressing Sango hard against the throbbing tent of his pants. His hot mouth continued to devour her breast, his fangs lightly scraping the tightening nipple. She shivered at the feeling as he dragged her against him again, tingles of pleasure shooting up her spine at the rough sensation. Kurama’s lips left hers to wander down her throat, his fingers trailing down her right arm to coax it up to curl along his neck, where she buried her fingers into the thick tangle of his fiery mane. The kitsune’s mouth slid from her neck and back around her shoulder, kissing her bent elbow in passing homage before seeking her other breast as he turned her slightly, all of her weight now balanced against him as Hiei continued to press her tightly to his firm arousal.

Sango cried out at the feeling of both breasts being suckled, her brown eyes staring up at the ceiling in shock as her world shattered. Heat shot throughout her body, raising goosebumps in its wake as her insides pooled at the juncture of her thighs. Hiei’s thumb slipped down her abdomen, and Sango shuddered even as she tugged urgently on Kurama’s hair. She drew the kitsune’s mouth up off of her breast so she could kiss him again, needing to share the incredible feelings they evoked inside her on them in turn.

Kurama laughed, as if he knew, but only whispered, “No. Let us…”

And then he was lifting her off of Hiei, who growled in sharp protest as her heat left his. Sango shivered at the smoldering fire in the fire demon’s bloody gaze. He must have read some intent in Kurama’s, though, for he reluctantly let the fox sweep her up into his arms. Carrying her off like some prize, the fox was tumbling her back against the bed within three strides. Pillows fell over each other as Sango sprawled amidst them, bemusedly staring up at the two demons now staring down at her.

Kami, they were beautiful. Kurama, with his fiery hair tousled and so stark against the white terrycloth robe he still wore, Hiei with the studied power in his muscular frame and the hunger in his crimson eyes. Sango flushed, and struggled to get up on her knees to pull them down with her, needing both of them so badly.

But Hiei suddenly knelt, his mouth claiming hers as he pressed her firmly back among the pillows. His hands roamed everywhere, his ardor rising as he slid rough palms along her body, pulling at her knees to draw them up as his mouth abruptly left hers to kiss her there, oh dear god, at the juncture of her thighs. He devoured her as hungrily as he had her mouth or breast, his tongue delving deep between the aching folds as he nipped her lightly in passing, his thumbs pulling the outer folds back to expose her fully to his torturous ministrations. Sango’s back bowed as she screamed his name, her world reduced to shuddering, quivering, aching, hoarse need as he recklessly drove her towards the edge.

And Kurama---he was there, kissing her gently and watching as Hiei devoured her with his mouth. The green eyes darkened as he finally bent and took her breast between his lips, his teeth gently closing on her aching nipple to add a torturous pressure that had Sango hissing in pleasure so hot it was almost painful. Sango felt it, knew it was coming, and tried to wrench her body away, for it was so terrible and so beautiful, all at the same time. But Hiei kept her pinned beneath his torturous tongue and she was suddenly screaming, her hips bucking hard up into his mouth as Kurama suckled her breast deep into his mouth, and oh god, oh dear fucking god, it was so damn intense, her body held pinioned between them that she could only surrender to it.

Her despairing cry was lost as Kurama abruptly sunk two fingers inside the very heat of her, parting her clenching folds and curling his fingers up to hit that heinous spot within as Hiei sucked hard on her clit, his tongue swirling over it again and again as she was sent spinning even further out of control. The intense waves of pleasure swamped over her once more, this time her screams rising hoarse as she lost the very breath from her lungs as the world ripped apart.

She tumbled back to earth in shuddering sobs, her body shaking as she was turned slightly. Hiei slipped from between her sprawled thighs as Kurama smoothly took his place, naked now as he impatiently shoved out of his robe. His need bumped her quivering thigh as his firm body slid up along hers, his wide shoulders drawing her bent knees up so she lay helpless beneath him. His eyes were so dark as he stared intently into hers, the fey light in their green depths making Sango’s breath catch as she felt him roll her hips up off of the pillows, a long-fingered hand sliding beneath to grasp his cock. He slid it along her slick folds, seeking her entrance, and she bit her lip as he finally found her. Momentary fear caught her, remembering how large he was in his kitsune form. But Kurama only smiled, kissing her in gentle reassurance as he neatly rolled his hips forward, sinking deep inside with one powerful flex of his sculpted buttocks.

Sango gasped---for while not as endowed as Youko, Kurama was still more than she’d been ready for. And he was deep, so deep, but oh kami, it was so right. And he was already sliding back out, so very slowly that it left her sighing in regret. But then he was back, the slow progress sending flittering tingles along her very nerves as his firm cock delved between her slick folds. She shivered, and he smiled, a dark, enigmatic smile. He soothed her with languid thrusts, paying homage to her body with continuous, rolling motions like the endless surf across a beach.

He slowly increased his speed, his body quickly finding a rhythm that left her writhing under him as he now used his considerable skill to rekindle the fire inside her. Sango’s world was reduced to mere impressions---the feel of his skin slick against hers, the play of muscles along his back and shoulders as she drew her fingers down the length of smooth flesh. The strength of his arms as he braced his weight, keeping her knees bent back over his shoulders. The depth he achieved with each quickening thrust. The tickle of his hair as it brushed her breasts, which moved now in the increasing pace of his pounding rhythm.

The feel of him, parting her, as he slipped so deep inside her aching body. She pushed up into him, matching him thrust for thrust now, their pace growing ragged as they each climbed that pinnacle. His fingers were on her, his thumb and fingers playing across that hot button that could always send her reeling. And then---she was falling, shattering into a million pieces as he finally sunk home, his body pressing hers deep inside the pillows as his back bowed, his hoarse hiss as he emptied himself inside her making her shudder as her sweet cry joined his.

She protested weakly when Kurama gathered himself up off of her, but he kissed her, a quick reassurance, even as he left her. She felt so cold and empty---but then there was heat, blazing heat, as Hiei’s hands roughly turned her towards him.

“Hiei,” she whispered, her dark eyes softening as his smoldering gaze bore into hers. He drew her into his lap, her body all but boneless as her legs splayed on either side of the fire demon’s braced thighs. His bent knees dug hard into the bed to hold them both upright as his rough hands slid down the length of her torso, finally coming to rest on the flare of her hips as his blunt fingers dug into her skin. He hissed at the kiss of her wet heat along his throbbing length, and Sango shuddered, her fingers dropping between them to grasp him lightly. Gods, she needed him so badly. It was insane how much her body still hungered. He murmured as her fingers closed over him, sliding down the velvety flesh into the curling black hair at the base and then back up the thickened length, her thumb lightly grazing over the tip. Moisture seeped from it, and he growled an oath as he buried his head into the crook of her neck.

Sango repositioned herself, drawing him to her, and then sighed in aching bliss as his cock finally found her entrance. She thrust lightly, seeking to take him deeper, and made a pained grunt when he abruptly took over. His hips bucked upwards as his bruising grip on her hips forced her down, driving him full-length inside her. But he didn’t stay there, fully embedded, to give her a chance to adjust to him, but like the receding wave, was already slipping back out to return was renewed force.

Sango threw her head back, hissing out the agony of intense pleasure between gritted teeth, for Hiei’s width forced her muscles open to accommodate his size. And like the waves, each time he receded, he surged back, but unlike the waves, his rhythm was increasing in a steadily rising tempo that was making her heart pound and her breath come short as he used that bruising grip on her hips to snap her down on him in a way that was growing more ragged, more demanding, more rough with each upward roll of his hips.

They were going so quickly now, she almost lost him, fumbled a time or two as his length pulled out nearly too far to keep inside. Hiei growled against her neck, his irritation making her inhale sharply, for he flexed into her sharply before deliberately slipping free. Sango whimpered at the loss of his heat, but he was turning her, tumbling her back on the bed and then rolling her over as he impatiently shoved pillows out of the way and urged her up on her knees. He didn’t wait for her to get a good purchase on the mattress, but slammed sharply into her from behind, making her hiss at the deeper penetration as that bruising grip on her hips tightened.

Sango’s mouth formed an “O” of surprise as her eyes widened, her back arching under that heady rush as he opened her further. Hiei chuckled, a dark sound that made her shiver, and leaned back, drawing her with him so that she had to brace her weight on her hands. The new position allowed a freedom of movement that the fire demon used with rough force, sliding gently out of her to then snap his hips back in an almost bruising rhythm. She couldn’t hold the weight on her shaking arms for long, and slowly sunk down into the pillows, her hissed grunts as his hips repetitively bucked into hers, making a wet, slapping sound that had her moaning and writhing restlessly.

She felt Kurama’s eyes, watching them, from his indolent pose against the pillows in front of her. Sango reached for him, not wanting to leave him out of a pleasure so intense it was near pain. His elegant fingers traced over her face, lightly cupping her chin as he gently kissed her, his lean body fluidly moving over the pillows to join them. Hiei repositioned himself, taking more of her weight back against him. Sango’s fingers trailed over the kitsune’s skin, mapping the flat planes of his chest and abdomen, her calloused touch curious at the satin expanse of his lower belly. Kurama sucked in his breath as she finally cupped him, curiosity flaring in her deep brown eyes.

Hiei’s rhythm gentled as she felt his calloused fingers smooth up along her spine, lightly kneading the nervous tension from her shoulders. The kitsune looked up, and met his gaze, before glancing back down at her. Sango smiled, a woman’s smile, full of dark promise and the sudden sense of power she had over the man held so lightly cupped in her palm. She tightened her fingers in the way Hiei had shown her so long ago in Mukuro’s dungeons, in the harder grip that a man preferred, and drew her thumb along the small slit at the bulbous head.

Leaning forward, Sango thoughtfully licked the moisture off the side of her thumb, curious as to the taste. It was salty and slightly bitter, and not anything she could really compare to. Not bad, exactly, just different. Curious to see if that was true, she tentatively licked the white beads of moisture off of the tip itself. Kurama sucked in his breath at the first, tentative touch of her tongue, and the muscles in his abdomen and thighs bunched, as if he were trying to hold himself back from thrusting forward. Looking up at him, Sango smiled as his long fingers gently touched her cheek, his verdant eyes holding such intense emotion her breath caught.

Hiei grunted, and abruptly moved his hips, reminding her sharply that it wasn’t just the two of them. Heart warming, Sango turned her head to smile back at him over her shoulder---a smile which faltered as Hiei did some sort of circling flex with his hips so that his cock brushed every muscle inside her clenching core. “Unh…” she breathed, closing her eyes, and he smirked, satisfied.

Kurama raised a thin brow, and Hiei grunted, gentling his motions so that Sango could return her attention to the man before her. Tightening her grip, she slid her hand down the thick shaft to the tight red curls at the base. She watched in curious fascination as his balls tightened, the muscles in his abdomen flexing and then releasing. Bending her head, she let her tongue follow her fingers, tasting the straining muscle that felt like warm satin over steel, a little salty with sweat. Kurama played lightly with her hair, his long fingers combing mindlessly through it, as if trying to distract himself. Sango swept her tongue back up, using a lightly feathering pattern and curious to see which way he liked better. Even more curious to see how he reacted when she drew him into her mouth, she opened her lips and clumsily took him inside, going as far as she could, though the movement felt awkward.

But the sound of Kurama’s low groan gave her the confidence to try more, tightening her lips as she drew her mouth slowly back up, and then using her tongue to swirl around the thick tip before slipping her mouth back over him, using her saliva to ease the transition. Her eyes rose to see Kurama’s head thrown back, his teeth clenched as his throat worked convulsively, and she smirked that it was she who could cause such raw reactions in the normally blasé kitsune.

Sango relaxed her jaw, taking him deeper, and gripped the bottom of his cock tighter in her hand for what she could not take into her mouth. His fingers tangled in her hair, and he actually showed her by gentle nudges what rhythm best pleased him, though he was never so crass as to shove her head down on him, as the hard tension along his corded arm showed he wanted to do. Liking the thought of shattering Kurama’s careful control, Sango abruptly plunged her mouth down as she opened her jaws wide, taking him so deep that he brushed the back of her throat. It was strange to her, to have her mouth strained open like that, his length filling her almost uncomfortably even as her throat tried to close and she fought the automatic gag reflex. But the result on the kitsune was worth it, for the simple action devastated his control. He abruptly flexed his hips, both hands tightening in her dark hair as he shook beneath her, his cry strangled as sudden liquid flooded her mouth.

Her reaction wasn’t elegant, for the sudden surge of salty fluid took her by surprise, and she couldn’t swallow, didn’t know how, with his cock buried so deep in her throat. She took what she could, and the rest dribbled out of her mouth as his hands fell away. He fell limp beneath her as his length softened, and she drew her mouth up off him, coughing a little and wiping the sticky moisture from her chin with the back of her hand.

Hiei didn’t give her much time to recover---for he flexed sharply, reminding her abruptly that he was still behind her, seeking his own pleasure. Sango cried out as his next thrust sent her tumbling against Kurama, unable to sustain the momentum. The sight of her taking Kurama inside her mouth must have done something to the fire demon, for his movements became erratic, his growls darkening as he plunged forward in a quickening rhythm. He fucked her, hard, his rhythm speeding up to where she couldn’t brace herself without Kurama’s help, for the kitsune now gripped her shoulders, as if realizing she needed that support. Kurama’s mouth caught hers and Sango groaned as his tongue danced with hers even as Hiei’s harsh pants behind her drew out into a long snarl as he finally pressed himself deep, his hard length strengthening and then erupting in a fierce flood of intense pleasure, the twitching palpitations matching her thudding heartbeat as they both collapsed in a sweaty tangle atop the kitsune.

The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, even if she hadn’t shared that final plunge. Utterly exhausted, Sango could only lay there as Hiei’s length softened within her. She didn’t want to move---didn’t even want to think about moving. Moving meant disrupting the beauty of this moment, when they each listened to the others’ thudding heartbeats slow as their ragged breathing eventually calmed. There was no words to say, none that were worthy enough, anyhow, and so she stayed silent, feeling drowsily content.

Hiei, lying heavily atop her, finally gathered himself up to withdraw. Sango keenly felt the absence of his heat until he crawled up over her, somehow pulling her with him in a long sprawl as Kurama fluidly slid down, so that they lay three twined as one in a tangle of lazy, sweaty limbs. She felt lips brush hers---couldn’t say if it was Hiei or Kurama---and felt them then lean across her as she sighed, her eyes fluttering closed. Felt the tickling brush of Kurama’s long hair across her breasts as he shifted slightly, felt Hiei’s hard palm slide up her arm to grab the kitsune’s jaw and abruptly lean over to kiss him. Her eyes opened in sleepy surprise, but not unknowing, as the two men shared a lingering kiss, mouths more tentative and exploring on one another’s than they had on hers. Sango felt their thoughts seeping along the back of her mind in a curious mixture of uncertainty, each wondering if the kiss was really welcome to the other, and wondered why they would even worry about it. It didn’t matter, really, when they were all there, in it, together.

Just as they, all three, were supposed to be.

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