Mine

A/N: My first lemon. I was 'practicing', you could say, for a longer story.
Hope you like it!
Nayru

[EDIT: I edited this a little to change some things I didn't like anymore and to make it fit to the new parts I have in mind.]


Mine
by nayru-kleinefee


Kakashi isn’t quite sure how he got himself into this position. He also isn’t quite sure how he managed to make his Chuunin-lover so angry he’s practically fuming.

Kakashi remembers that he came home straight from handing in his mission report only some minutes ago, a little tired from the mission he had had over the last week and more than a little excited to see his beloved Iruka again and drag him into bed for some… horizontal activities. And he remembers the look the Chuunin gave him the moment he entered the apartment, a glare that would have caused most of the village’s shinobi to run for their lives.

Maybe, Kakashi wonders, he better should have done that.

But instead he then tried his luck and approached his lover, only to get himself dragged to the bedroom, being kissed so forcefully it was almost violent, and then… Kakashi isn’t sure what happened next. It’s not easy to think or even breathe when you have your lover’s tongue down your throat and his hands practically everywhere on your body.

That’s why Kakashi doesn’t know how things came to where they are now.

All Kakashi knows is that he’s on their bed now, sprawled out naked on his back with only his hitai-ate to cover his Sharingan eye, each of his arms tied over his head to one of the upper posts of the bed with some kind of cloth and his lover’s chakra.

And that something isn’t right at all.

Iruka is still fully clothed. He shouldn’t be.

And he’s standing near the bed while he should be on it with Kakashi. Preferably naked.

“Do you want to play, love?”, Kakashi asks, grinning, while testing the bonds on his wrists. The cloth alone wouldn’t be a problem but he notices that Iruka must have added more than just a little of his chakra to strengthen its hold. To get free, the Jounin would have to use quite an amount of his own chakra, and he is almost sure that it would make his lover even angrier, but in an entirely un-fun, not to say Kakashi’s-manhood-is-in-serious-danger way.

And by the way, Kakashi reasons as he watches his lover glare down on him, he actually doubts that getting his hands free is really necessary right now.

Iruka doesn’t answer, just stops glaring at him and reaches up to remove his hitai-ate and his hair-tie, letting his freed hair fall down on his shoulders and frame his handsome, scarred face. Then he sheds his Chuunin vest and his shirt, revealing his well-toned, tanned chest.

Kakashi can’t help but swallow in anticipation when his lover approaches the bed and sits down on his left side. Having one’s hands free is definitely overrated when having to deal with one’s sexy, bare-chested Chuunin-lover.

“Don’t I get a kiss to welcome me back home, darling?”, the Jounin asks, still grinning. An angry, unbelievably-sexy-when-so Iruka promises to be much fun for a tied up Kakashi.

Again, his lover gives no sign that he hears him but only leans closer. His left hand positioned beside Kakashi’s body to stabilize him, he tangles his right hand into his lover’s silver hair, gripping it tightly.

“Mmh, Ruka”, Kakashi purrs, half closing his eyes and licking his lips slowly. “Want to-” He gasps in surprise when his lover suddenly yanks at his hair and lifts his head off the bed forcefully. “Iruka”, he yelps indignantly at the rough treatment, “what-”

“You said you’d think about it”, his Chuunin hisses through gritted teeth and yanks Kakashi’s head higher, making him gasp in pain this time. He wants to protest, wants to tell his lover to stop, to let him go and-

But then there are lips on his and his lover’s tongue is forcing its way into his mouth almost violently and the slight pain doesn’t matter anymore while he lets himself be dominated by his lover and moans into the kiss.

“I… I don’t know what…”, Kakashi gasps, breathless, after Iruka releases his hold on his hair and straightens up again.

“You said you’d think about it”, the Chuunin simply repeats while he gets up and removes his belt, then lets it fall to the floor along with the bandages around his upper thigh and his weapon pouch.

“Think about what?”, Kakashi asks again, confused, because he can’t remember to tell his lover something like that.

“A date.” Iruka is back on his side now, his left hand stroking his lover’s chest, his right hand again in the Jounin’s hair, and Kakashi prepares himself for another rough, forceful kiss. His scalp is still aching a little but he craves it nevertheless, craves his lover touching him in every way possible.

“A date?”, he asks. “When did I promise you a date?” He feels Iruka’s fingers tighten their hold in his hair after that but is disappointed when the Chuunin doesn’t claim his mouth again.

“Not me”, he laughs instead, his stroking hand sliding lower to his Jounin’s hard abs, rubbing with his palm and scratching with his short fingernails, and Kakashi feels himself shudder under the ministrations and slightly arches his body towards the touch.

“Wh-who then?”, he forces out, breathing harsh. If Iruka would only stop teasing him and tell him what he’s talking about. And then give Kakashi what he wants. And Iruka has to see clearly what Kakashi wants, for his touches, both the slightly painful ones and the gentle caresses, are already causing a visible reaction from the Jounin’s nether regions.

“Think”, the Chuunin demands, still scratching Kakashi’s abdomen, before he again forces his lover’s head back, bares his throat and bites down on it hard, most certainly leaving a dark bruise, and makes Kakashi gasp in pain and pleasure. Then Iruka shifts on the side of the bed and lifts his left leg over the Jounin’s body until he’s straddling his lover, and Kakashi can feel the cloth of his lover’s pants brush lightly over his hardening member.

“I- I c-can’t”, he whispers while he desperately lifts his hips to rub his groin against his lover’s. “Can’t think.” It’s too much. Iruka talking with that sultry, almost menacing voice, his body hovering over the Jounin’s like a predator over his prey and his hand almost painfully tight in Kakashi’s hair, it’s all too much for him. This side of his lover, this dominating, powerful side is totally new to him, new and delicious and arousing and fascinating and too much for him to leave room for thinking at all.

“You can”, Iruka states, then Kakashi feels a burst of chakra running through his lower body, and he suddenly can’t move his hips and legs anymore but is pinned to the bed.

“Hey! Don’t do that, Iruka!”, he shouts indignantly. “That’s not-”

“Think”, Iruka demands again and lifts the Jounin’s head forcefully for another kiss. Then he starts licking his way first to his lover’s ear, biting the lobe just gentle enough not to draw blood and making Kakashi yelp in pleasure, and then further down his lover’s body, pausing at his left nipple to first bite then suck it gently to ease the pain.

“Ah!”, Kakashi gasps. “I- Iruka, I… Ah! I can’t remember.”

“The mission room. Right before you came here”, his Chuunin helps him out, then moves his mouth over his chest to give the right nipple the same treatment as the left before he releases his hold on Kakashi’s hair and moves his hand down to give the left part of his lover’s rear a hard squeeze.

“Iruka!” Kakashi arches his back towards his lover and pulls at the bonds around his wrists to free himself and touch his Chuunin. But Iruka’s chakra inside them is too strong, and he knows he can’t dispel it without concentration which he doesn’t have right now, not at all.

“The mission room, Kakashi”, Iruka repeats while he licks his way down to his lover’s abs and then further to where his right thigh connects with his hip, bites the prominent hipbone there gently, all the time rubbing and squeezing his backside. His other hand approaches his body, too, and trails lower, then the Jounin feels fingernails scratch the inside of his right knee, changing between tickling and stroking the tender flesh there.

“The… the mission… room”, Kakashi forces out between pants. “I… ah! Iruka! I can’t remem-”

‘I’ll think about it.’

Kakashi blinks, then arches his back again because his lover is nibbling at the pale skin of his upper thigh. “I… ru… ka…”, he pants. “I c- I can remember, I- AH!” He tilts his head back in ecstasy when his lover licks his unmovable right inner thigh just beneath his groin. “More, Iruka…”

“You can remember now, Kakashi?”, Iruka asks and slides up his lover’s body again, then Kakashi can feel his hardness through the pants resting on his groin when the Chuunin places himself above him.

“Y-yes.” He bites his lip when Iruka starts rolling his left nipple between thumb and index-finger of his right hand and licks his jaw.

‘Hatake-san, would you like to go out on a dinner with me?’

“I heard you. You didn’t say ‘no’”, Iruka whispers into his right ear, then licks the shell and blows on the moist flesh, making Kakashi shudder and moan with need. “You said you’d think about it.” He pinches the nipple hard.

“Y-yes, I-” Kakashi can barely form the words, pleasure distracting him in waves while his Chuunin rolls his hips against his groin in an almost achingly slow motion, and the Jounin can feel the rough cloth of the pants brush his hard member. And Iruka isn’t stopping this agonizingly gentle nibbling and biting on his ear, all the while pinching his nipple hard in sharp, perfect, arousing contrast.

“You should have said ‘no’, Kakashi”, his lover states, then stands up suddenly and leaves the bed, drawing a needy whimper from Kakashi’s lips at the loss of warmth and contact and friction.

“I wanted to come to you as soon as possible”, the Jounin croaks hoarsely while he watches his Chuunin longingly. If his lover’s touches before were painfully sweet torture, the lack of them now is sheer, cruel pain. “So I-”

“You could have left as soon as you told her ‘no’”, Iruka interrupts him, opens his pants and lets them fall down to his feet, revealing his arousal straining against the cloth of his boxers. Kakashi swallows again, hard, while he lets his eyes trail over his lover’s muscular chest, his hard abs and those perfect, long legs, feeling so good clenched tight around his hips in raw lust and ecstasy.

“She- she-” Kakashi closes his eyes and tries to force his mind to the conversation. “She would have asked why.” He feels himself salivating when he hears cloth whisper but doesn’t open his eyes again, knowing that he has to focus on talking right now, although all he wants is to have his lover with him, on him, Iruka’s lips on his skin, his hands roaming over his body and himself buried deep inside his Chuunin, making him writhe and moan and whimper with pure, raw need.

“She wouldn’t have”, Iruka contradicts him, and Kakashi feels the bed dip on his left side when his Chuunin settles near him again. He opens his eyes to see his lover look down on him, completely naked by now and so perfect Kakashi can’t help but let a shuddering moan escape from his lips at the sight and the heat radiating from the body beside him. He tries to move himself towards the Chuunin but the chakra binds still restrict him.

“She would have”, he breathes through gritted teeth. “And then I-”

“And then you would have simply told her that you are mine.” Iruka’s left hand suddenly rushes to Kakashi’s hair again, grips it and draws the Jounin into another rough kiss. The grip is tight and painful, and their teeth are clicking because of the sheer force of the contact, but Kakashi only tilts his head even higher, trying to get more, more, more of his lover’s taste.

“Because… you are…”, Iruka pants into his lover’s mouth after he breaks the kiss. “You are… mine.” Then he shifts and straddles Kakashi’s thighs again, sitting down barely beneath his groin, his hands on the Jounin’s sides.

“But you didn’t want anybody to know”, Kakashi protests, a little out of breath because of the kiss and his lover now stroking over his sides in circles, giving him a shallow imitation of what he craves so desperately by now.

“I changed my mind”, the Chuunin tells him. “You are mine and mine alone, and I want everybody to know that.” He leans forward and starts kissing Kakashi’s chest, then slowly goes lower and lower but stops at the navel and dips his tongue into it.

“How should I have kno-”, Kakashi tries to protest again but is interrupted when his lover trails one of his fingertips over his arousal. “Ngh, Iruka, I-”

“Tell me”, Iruka demands suddenly. “You’re mine. Say it.”

“I’m- I’m- I’m yours… Ah! Iruka! I’m-” The Jounin arches his back when his lover’s hair brushes over his member and tickles his heated, aching skin like feathers.

“Again.”

“I’m yours, Iruka! I’m yours!”, Kakashi shouts, not caring what he has to do to make his Chuunin release him from this sweet torture but nevertheless meaning every word of it. “Iruka, now- please, Iruka, I-” He can’t take it anymore, his lover’s heated flesh against his, his hands stroking his body and his tongue licking his abdomen right above his groin – it’s more than he can take.

“You’re mine”, Iruka growls, then sprawls out on his lover again, his body flush to the Jounin’s. “Now tell me, Kakashi. What shall I do with you?”, he whispers, then kisses his lover again, much more gentle this time, letting his tongue delve into Kakashi’s mouth, stroking his gently and passionately, but it’s still oh-so-perfect and dominant, and the Jounin sighs at the new sensations everything is giving him from his usually sweet and tender lover.

“Whatever you want”, Kakashi pants finally. “I’m yours, Iruka. Do with me whatever you want.” In spite of his desperate, needy condition and his lust-clouded brain, he grins at the satisfied smirk this is getting him from his lover before he lifts his head for another kiss. To his surprise, his Chuunin lets him be the dominant one this time and totally submits himself to his lover’s tongue.

“Whatever I want, Kakashi?”, Iruka whispers in his ear afterwards, and it doesn’t sound like a question at all. He then again starts licking and biting his way down Kakashi’s still unmovable body until his mouth is right above the Jounin’s member, achingly hard and begging for attention.

“Please, Iruka”, Kakashi whispers while he feels his lover’s breath tickling his heated flesh, his hands kneading his upper thighs. “Please.” He’s not quite sure what it is exactly he’s begging his Chuunin for but he knows that everything Iruka can do will be perfect.

And then he feels his lover’s tongue gently lap at his tip and Kakashi arches his back again for more contact, desperately tries to move his hips, too, but fails in his attempt. He feels Iruka lick him all the way from the root to the tip in one long, wet, hot swipe before the Chuunin gently strokes the slit with his tongue and scrapes his teeth around the head, and Kakashi hears himself beg again and moan and whimper and he can’t understand a word but it doesn’t matter because Iruka seems to understand and takes him into his mouth gently, all hot, slick wetness, licking tongue and scratching teeth.

“Ah! Iruka, I- Don’t- don’t stop, I-” Kakashi isn’t able to form a whole sentence anymore, carried away too far by his lover’s touches, and he hears Iruka purr around him and feels it vibrate through his body almost painfully but perfectly nonetheless, causing tremors running like lightning over his skin before trailing back to his groin.

When his lover releases him from his mouth, he whimpers at the loss of heat but is soon placated with a passionate kiss, tasting himself from the pre-cum on Iruka’s tongue.

“More”, the Jounin begs his lover and lifts his head to catch the Chuunin’s lips again. “More, Iruka, please.” He would never beg anybody for anything, no matter what, except his beloved Iruka for more, more, always more. It’s the only thing Kakashi will never get enough of, easily-to-become-bored Jounin or not.

“I’ll give you more, Kakashi”, Iruka whispers before he kisses him again, then reaches out with his left hand over their heads between the mattress and the frame of the bed, soon bringing it back in sight with a small tube of lubricant firmly in his palm. He lifts his body from his lover’s and reaches between them, then takes both their arousals into his other hand and strokes them gently.

“More”, Kakashi demands again. This is good, too, but it’s not what he wants now. He wants- “Ride me, Iruka, please.” Whenever he sees his lover on top of him, face flushed, brows furrowed in concentration and lust, teeth biting his lower lip in ecstasy and his hands on the Jounin’s chest, supporting his weight, fingers clenching and unclenching while the Chuunin slides up and down on him, helped by strong, forceful thrusts from Kakashi’s hips – it’s pure sin and lust and perfection to the Jounin.

“Not this time, Kakashi”, Iruka declines, then kisses him again forcefully. “This time I’ll make you mine.” He slides down his lover’s body again and removes his own member from his stroking hand but still gives attention to the Jounin’s.

“Yes”, Kakashi pants. “Make me yours. Take me.” That’s something he likes just as much as his lover on him. Iruka inside him, moving back and forth, in and out and making him moan and beg and writhe and yell in pleasure.

He tries to spread his legs but is once again stopped by his chakra-induced immobility. “Iruka, I can’t-”

“I know.” The Chuunin gives him a playful, almost sadistic smirk and spreads Kakashi’s legs by moving them apart with his chakra. He then lifts his lover’s knees to get better access, but all the while not loosens his chakra-hold on them and therefore forces the Jounin to stay passive and get only what his lover is willing to give to him.

“Iruka”, Kakashi growls. He’s not one enjoying to hold still and let everything be delivered to him, and his lover knows that perfectly well. “Iruka, free me”, he demands.

“No”, Iruka states simply, removes his stroking hand from his lover and opens the tube. He pours a liberal amount on the first three fingers of his right hand, then looks at Kakashi again and smirks. “You’ll stay just like this.”

“Don’t bet on it.” The Jounin concentrates, forces his mind away from the pleasure his lover is promising to at least free his legs. “I will- AH!” He throws his head back before he even manages to gather enough chakra.

“You will?”, Iruka asks before he again places his mouth over his lover’s member, sucks gently and strokes the root with warm fingers, and then hums when the Jounin makes another attempt to free himself, efficiently stopping him and making him moan throatily. Then Kakashi feels a slick finger circling his opening, coaxing him to relax and just enjoy the pleasure his lover is promising to provide.

“You… you…” He’s not able to think, not to speak of forming the thought into words, so he only lets himself relax and soon feels the first finger carefully slide inside him. He hears Iruka purr contently at the lack of resistance, making Kakashi gasp again and shiver violently.

“Shhh, relax, Kakashi”, the Chuunin whispers and lets his breath tickle over the moist, heated flesh before his mouth while he slips in a second finger and waits for his lover to get used to it. After a little while the Jounin feels him hook his fingers and-

“Aaaah!” Kakashi arches his back again when his lover rubs his prostate, lifting himself up forcefully enough to almost break the chakra-grip holding him down on the bed. “Iruka!”, he pants. “Now. Iruka, now.” His body feels on fire, the world is narrowing around him until there’s only him and his lover and this feeling deep inside him, like pleasure and white, blinding pain at the same time, perfect and almost cruel because it’s not enough, not nearly enough, and-

“Not yet, love”, his lover whispers back, gently stretching him by scissoring his fingers inside him. “You’re not ready yet.”

“I am”, Kakashi contradicts. He wants it, he needs it, and he needs it now. “Take me, Iruka. Now!”

“No, not yet”, Iruka tells him again, sounding strained, before he adds a third finger. “Else I’ll hurt you.” But Kakashi feels his lover’s arousal against his thigh, hot and thick and throbbing and already wet with pre-cum, and he knows that the Chuunin won’t be able to hold back much longer.

“You’ll not”, he pants, then closes his eyes and grits his teeth, first out of pain because of the third finger, then out of pleasure when Iruka rubs his prostate again. “Take me now, Iruka”, he begs his lover. “Take me, I’m yours.”

At this confession he hears Iruka give a strangled moan, then feels the chakra hold on his legs flutter, weaken and finally vanish. Kakashi hooks his legs around his lover’s waist, draws him close, their groins together, and both hiss in pleasure.

“Now”, the Chuunin croaks, panting heavily, then reaches out for the lube again and quickly coats himself.

“Now”, Kakashi confirms, opens his eyes and spreads his legs again, his knees up, waiting for his lover to finally claim him as his.

Iruka positions himself over the Jounin, carefully supporting his weight with his left hand on the side of his lover’s body, using the other to guide himself in. Kakashi feels his Chuunin search for entrance and relaxes himself even more when he finally feels Iruka slide in.

“Y-yes”, he forces out while he feels his lover push in almost painfully slow, stretching him further than the fingers before and filling him completely. “Y-ye- nnh, Iruk- good, I-” He clenches his teeth when Iruka rubs his prostate again, throws his head back and pulls futilely at the cloth around his wrists.

“Kakashi”, Iruka pants when he’s inside his lover and waits for him to adjust. Kakashi can feel the slight burning from the stretching along with the tiny movements of his lover inside him and hooks his legs around the Chuunin’s waist again, trying to make him move.

“Iruka… Now”, he hisses when his lover doesn’t comply immediately.

“Now.” Iruka nods and grips the Jounin’s right hip to lift it up, then pulls out a little before he thrusts back inside. Kakashi meets his thrust with a forceful lift of his hips, his entire body demanding more, faster, harder. He moans deep in his chest when the Chuunin finally does what he wants him to do, when Iruka moves his right hand up and pushes himself up on both, then starts to thrust into his lover more forcefully, again and again.

“Iruka, yes!”, Kakashi shouts when his Chuunin hits his prostate again, sending sparkles of pleasure through his nerves and muscles. “More, Iruka!” He moves his legs higher onto Iruka’s back to change the angle, to make it easier for his lover to aim. “Yesss”, he hisses when he feels his lover hit that spot deep inside him on each of his forceful thrusts, increasing the promising tension building up inside him.

“Kakashi”, he hears his Chuunin pant his name. “Kakashi!” Then Iruka leans down, rests himself on his elbows and kisses him, demanding and forceful, his tongue dominating the Jounin’s again, and it’s sending violent shivers down Kakashi’s body, mingling with the shocks of pleasure caused by the movements inside him. “Oh go- Kakashi! I-”, Iruka shouts before he applies even more force to his thrusts.

“Iruka”, Kakashi pants and shuts his eyes, feeling himself close, so close to orgasm with his lover thrusting into him, moaning, shouting his name and-

“Kakashi”, Iruka growls, then he tilts his head to the crook of his lover’s neck, panting. “You’re… mine… Mine”, he whispers, one word at a thrust, before he bites the point where Kakashi’s neck and left shoulder connect so hard the Jounin feels his skin rip and the pain and blood spill out only to be licked away by his Chuunin’s tongue.

Kakashi comes, hard. Arching his back off the bed almost totally, his eyes opening wide and his legs clenching even more around Iruka’s waist, he feels his whole body tense and warm liquid spurt over his stomach as he shouts his lover’s name over and over again, lost in white-hot pleasure while his world is breaking, shattering into pieces, only sparing him and his lover above him, in him.

“Kakashi, I-” When he can breathe again, he feels Iruka’s thrusts come shorter after each other, without the steady rhythm from before, his lover’s breath growing as ragged as his movements.

Still panting, Kakashi moves his hips again to meet his lover’s thrusts, and then he hears the Chuunin yell his name, feels him give one more forceful thrust and then another, and then his lover’s warm liquid fills his body, sending little aftershocks of pleasure through him.

“Mine”, he hears Iruka whisper into his ear between pants before his body goes limp and he collapses on him. “Mine.”

Kakashi moves his feet back to the bed on both sides of his lover’s body, his knees still up, and closes his eyes, then listens only to his lover’s breathing and their heartbeats slowly calming down and feels his lover’s warmth on him, his lover still inside him and his breath against his neck.

After a moment, he feels Iruka move his right hand up, feels the chakra vanish from above his head and the cloth around his left wrist being pulled off before the Chuunin repeats the movement on his other side. Kakashi groans when he stretches his stiff arms again, then places them on his lover’s back and sighs contently without opening his eyes.

“‘m sorry”, he hears Iruka mumble into the crook of his neck after some time, his moving lips and ghosting breath tickling the Jounin’s skin. “Was rough with you.”

“Not too rough”, Kakashi tells him and starts to rub his lover’s back reassuringly. “You were perfect.”

“Love you, Kashi.”

“Love you, too, Ruka.”

“You’re mine, Kashi.”

„I am. Yours and yours alone.“ The Jounin grins. “Nice way to remember me, though.” He grins even wider when he hears his lover give a snort at that.

“Just tell her the next time, will you?”, Iruka growls, then lifts his head a little and gently licks the dark mark showing on the Jounin’s neck from his bite. Kakashi can hear the grin in his lover’s voice when he adds, “Or just show her this.”

“You really want everybody to know?” Kakashi arches an questioning eyebrow although the Chuunin can’t see his face from his position. “You always said you didn’t want us to be prey for the gossip.”

“Don’t care anymore.” Iruka sighs, then lifts his head a little more and gives his lover’s lips a sweet, tender kiss. “Have to make sure nobody tries to take you from me.” Another kiss. “I would be forced to kill them otherwise.”

“I’m sure you would.” Kakashi moves his right arm to tangle his hand into his lover’s strands of sweaty, but still soft brown hair and kisses him again. “But you don’t have to. I’m yours alone.”

“Damn right.” Iruka grins against his lips. “Mine alone, Kashi. Never forget.”

“Never.” Kakashi grins back. “But maybe I have to make sure you don’t forget you’re mine and mine alone, too.” He suddenly rolls them over, causing his lover to slide out of him and them both to gasp, then settles down between his Chuunin’s thighs, both hands pinning his lover’s down to the bed, fingers entwined. The Jounin then leans down slowly, first bites a tempting, already flushed lower lip before he licks his way to an enticing earlobe. “Mine”, he growls into his lover’s ear before sucking on it. “Mine alone.”

“Yours alone”, Iruka whispers back, frees his fingers and places his arms around the Jounin’s neck before he tilts his head back and to the side to give his lover better access.

“And I can do with you whatever I want”, Kakashi tells him while nibbling at his neck.

“Whatever you wa- Ah!” His lover gasps when the Jounin suddenly moves both his hands down and grips his rear hard.

“Remember what I wanted?”, Kakashi asks, grinning.

“Yes.” Iruka smiles and shifts to turn them around until he straddles his lover’s hips.

“Want you. Mine”, the Jounin whispers and draws his lover’s head down for a kiss.

“Mine”, Iruka answers.


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