Summary: The war is over, and Sasuke is brought back to the village after his defeat by Naruto. But he is struggling to re-assimilate into the village. As his mental stability continues to erode, Tsunade and Kakashi ask Naruto to try a different treatment method. Naruto x Sasuke (Yaoi - boy x boy). Post manga chapter 693.
Warning: Slash (Boy x Boy) masturbation, frotting, Chapter modified to fit FFs ToS
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Naruto stood in the freezing shower and tried to shut his brain off. He supposed he should consider himself lucky that he never caught colds, given that he had walked home soaking wet in the cool air and now was taking a cold shower on top of it. Unconsciously he flexed the fingers of his right hand, feeling them go slightly numb. Probably with cold.
The cold wasn't helping. Nothing was helping.
He couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened in Sasuke's shower. It wasn't like he'd never fantasized about someone before. Being the proofreader - and sometimes even ghostwriter - for Ero Senin's porn gave him ample knowledge of almost every sex act imaginable. Jiraya hadn't been a Sanin for nothing. Naruto knew just what to do with tongue and teeth and lips and hips to give proper appreciation to most parts of a human body. Just because he'd never actually done any of it in reality didn't mean he wasn't well-versed in the theory. So of course he had fantasized about things, occasionally. He was a teenage boy.
A few times, he had thought of Sakura. But somehow those imaginings always ended abruptly with images of her punching him in the head and screeching at him, destroying any sort of sexual arousal about the whole scenario.
But it was so different with Sasuke. Instead of just imagining it, Naruto now actually had some real life visuals to replay in his mind. And holy shit, he couldn't seem to turn them off. He felt like every synapse in his brain had been reprogrammed to just store images of Sasuke naked in the shower. The way the water had clung to his skin. The way his lips had parted slightly as he panted. The way his eyes had looked both dangerous and aroused at the same time.
Naruto cursed.
Hell, even the thought of Sasuke possibly taking a swing at him while Naruto pressed him up against the shower wall just made it worse. Naruto thumped his forehead against the shower tiles and groaned. His body was shivering from the cold, but his hard-on showing no signs of dissipating.
Giving up on getting rid of his erection by freezing it, he turned the shower temperature back up and grabbed the soap. He braced his legs slightly further apart and leaned back against the tiles and decided to take care of it. He realized he was standing in roughly the same position Sasuke had been. As though their positions were now reversed. And that though triggered a mental image of Sasuke kneeling on his shower floor, which sent Naruto into an instant climax.
"Fffuuuuccckkk!" Naruto gasped.
Now he had a new mental image that was seared into his brain. He had solved one problem, but had definitely created another. And the worst of it was that when Sasuke sobered up, he might not even remember that anything had happened at all. Or he might remember it, and be pissed as hell that Naruto had not just left when he found Sasuke drunk and naked in his bed. And honestly, Naruto couldn't blame him. He had never felt so angry at himself. But goddammit! He had tried. But he was only human, and he just… Sasuke was so...
Naruto sighed in frustration.
He was so tired and overwhelmed at the moment he was not able to even begin to sort out what he was going to do the next time he saw Sasuke - assuming the man didn't simply chidori him for taking advantage of him while he was drunk. Naruto toweled himself off roughly and pulled on a pair of orange boxers, then crossed to his bed and flopped down on it, dragging the sheet over his body but too tired to go find the blanket that he must have kicked on the floor at some point.
He was asleep within seconds
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Sasuke had lay in the shower after Naruto had left simply letting his body ride the slowing ebbing wave of his climax high. He couldn't remember a time when he had felt this satisfied or relaxed. His mind was still hazed with pleasure and he saw no reason to cut it short by moving or thinking.
Even the drugs hadn't made him feel this good.
When he finally started to shiver from cold, he stood and grabbed a towel. He rubbed it through his hair first, then wiped the water from his arms and chest. He sucked a breath in through his teeth as he ran the soft towel over his groin which was still sensitized from Naruto's ministrations. The sensation brought back vivid memories of exactly what had just transpired in his shower.
The force of his orgasm had taken him by surprise... the extreme pleasure something he had never experienced before. Just the memory of Naruto's mouth and hands on him made his blood heat again and his groin stirred slightly. He wanted it to happen again. It was the first thing he could honestly say he wanted since the ending of the war. Since probably much longer than that. He hadn't let himself want anything pleasurable since he had stood there, shaking and crying while his brother forced the memories into his mind about his clan's death. At that moment, Sasuke had felt that everything except vengeance inside of him had died.
When Naruto had walked into Sasuke's bedroom and the clear blue eyes had darkened with anger and lust, Sasuke had wanted something to happen. All residual thoughts of Itachi, the council, his clan, everything had been pushed aside in that single moment. Sasuke had simply wanted Naruto to keep watching him. The focus he had always found soothing as a child had grown somehow darker, more potent… stronger.
And when Naruto had finally crossed the small bathroom to be within his reach, Sasuke had not hesitated. His body had known what it wanted, and his mind had been compliant, watching almost passively as he had grabbed Naruto and dragged his body against his own under the stream of the shower and kissed him.
Sasuke rubbed his thumb harshly across his lips as his mind recreated that first moment of contact. He had had no idea that the experience would have been so intense, but now that he did…
He was not going to back away from it. Not from the first thing that had made him actually feel something other than hatred or the adrenaline rush of battle. He hadn't really thought there was any other emotion left inside him. He still wasn't sure that there was enough left to mean anything. But this was a start. It was something.
Sasuke hung his towel on the hook in his bathroom and walked naked to his bedroom. He pulled on a pair of soft, cotton pants then lay down on the fresh sheets that he assumed one of Naruto's clones had thoughtfully changed for him. Or not so thoughtfully, Sasuke thought with some amusement, recalling the jealous anger Naruto had expressed at finding Sasuke in dirty sheets in his bedroom.
He remembered his own reaction to that anger. It had made Sasuke feel… powerful. Aggressive. He had wanted Naruto to want him in that moment. And to his surprise, Naruto had. He wondered if it really should have been that much of a surprise, but that would be a thought to pursue later, when his mind was clear from drink and sex.
Even without the sharingan, Sasuke possessed a nearly photographic memory. He assumed it was due to the increased genetic link between the eyes and the brain of most Uchihas. It served at times as both a blessing and a curse. It was easy to relay your actions and their consequences over and over in your mind with perfect clarity when your brain automatically recorded every detail.
Sasuke could remember the way Naruto's pupils had dilated when he had watched him masturbate in the shower, just as they had when they had been locked together on the battlefield. Sasuke recognized that look now. It was one he had seen on countless others, but never on Naruto. It was lust.
Naruto's nostrils had flared just slightly as though he had been trying to draw in more of Sasuke's scent.
And he had felt the shudders in Naruto's body as they had kissed in his shower. The tremors that had wracked Naruto's body when he had knelt between Sasuke's thighs and sucked his dick.
Sasuke shifted on the bed, his fingers fisting into the sheets. The exchange in the shower had been a bit one-sided. Sasuke definitely wanted to even the score.
The dark look Naruto had sent him when he had said he had to leave… was more than friendship.
In at least that moment, Naruto had wanted him. And potentially had wanted him when they had sparred earlier, though Sasuke could not be sure. The lust for battle and the lust for sex were similar, at least to Sasuke. And in their case, perhaps combined. The thought of what that could translate to had Sasuke's hips flexing slightly. He slid his hand down to the edge of his pants, but not inside.
He'd experimented fully with masturbation. He knew now it was a pale comparison to what could be. And he had never been willing to settle for second best in anything.
Sasuke felt a flash of annoyance that Naruto had gone home. He knew that the blond shinobi had been tired. The lines of fatigue had been etched on his face. But he also knew that tiredness had not been the reason Naruto had all but run from Sasuke's home.
Sasuke smiled cynically. Naruto had left because he was still trying to be a 'good friend'. He assumed that just because Sasuke had been drinking he didn't know what he wanted. Which was bullshit. Sasuke knew exactly what he wanted now.
And he also knew that Naruto wanted it, too. Or at least had wanted it this morning. But in order for that to happen, he needed to break Naruto from his mantra of 'just friends'. It had never really rung true, anyway. Sasuke had always been dissatisfied with Naruto's weak explanations for his fixation on Sasuke. He had seen Naruto's other friendships, and they didn't go as far or as deep. Naruto had been willing to go against all his friends to come after Sasuke again and again, even fight them if it meant preventing them from trying to kill Sasuke.
But Naruto had never really been able to explain why he wouldn't give up on Sasuke. Everyone else had given up on him. Everyone.
Even himself.
It had bothered Sasuke that he never could find a believable reason for Naruto to pursue him so relentlessly. Friendship? No. Friendship was not enough. But what had just happened was clearly more than friendship. Sasuke had seen the stark lust and worship in Naruto's eyes as he had watched Sasuke in the shower, and had felt the possessiveness in the blond's gaze. Seen a glimpse of a darker side to Naruto's obsession for him that he had not seen or at least not recognized before.
Sasuke shifted his legs slightly wider apart at the thought, feeling a smug sense of power at knowing that the man who would be Hokage, the man people now spoke of as this pure sort of savior to the village, wanted him. Had dropped to his knees and sucked Sasuke's cock like it was the only source of water and he was dying of thirst.
And that alone was revenge against the village of a sort. They had all tried to turn Naruto against him. Sasuke laughed darkly. But they had no idea of what the bond really was between the two boys. But Sasuke finally did. He finally understood.
He was not unfamiliar with people wanting to possess him sexually. He had been the object of obsessive desires from both men and women since he could remember. But it had never been reciprocated. Never triggered and equal sense of possessiveness in return.
Sasuke had no trouble acknowledging that what he felt was definitely possessiveness towards Naruto. The idea of Naruto with anyone else in that way made Sasuke's sharingan activate. He had no idea if Naruto were sexually experienced. Or potentially even in some sort of relationship, though he guessed Sakura would have told him if he were.
But from what Sasuke knew of Naruto, he doubted that Naruto had ever had a serious relationship. Sasuke drew a slow breath. Naruto was too damaged. Like him. Neither one was really able to let someone else in. Not that close. Naruto had lived years of growing up knowing his body was the only barrier between the village and a demon that had wanted to destroy it.
He was used to being hated for what was inside him, and had grown up not knowing the reason for the hatred, having every effort at reaching out to people be rebuffed harshly with scorn and derision. It would be hard for Naruto to make any sort of move to try to have a relationship outside of the normal teammate interactions.
Sasuke felt the old anger surge back up as he thought of what the village that Naruto always fought so hard to protect had done to their 'hero' as a child. How quickly they had all been willing to pretend like it had never happened and just move on, allowing Naruto to put himself at risk for their safety again and again. And Naruto always did so without hesitation. Never called them to account for what they had done.
Sasuke wasn't sure he could ever be that forgiving. Or, to be perfectly accurate, he was completely sure that he could never be that forgiving. Many of the village hated him for what he had done. And hated his brother and their whole clan because of the lies that they had been fed. Sasuke viewed the villagers with complete contempt for their seemingly endless ability to hate without reasoning, and never face the consequences. Mindless sheep.
He wasn't here for them. They didn't matter.
He had come back to Konoha because Naruto had made him. And he had stayed because he hadn't found anything to make the effort of leaving worth it. He was an infamous S-ranked criminal. His looks were easily recognizable, making living in another village no better than the one that he currently resided in. And this village had the one person that Sasuke found any value in.
The one person who had ever understood him, even slightly. More perhaps than even Itachi had been able to, in the end.
Naruto had said he had left because Sasuke was drunk. That was easily fixable. Sasuke knew that Naruto had not been kidding when he had said he was going to go and sleep. There was no sense in rushing things. Sasuke would sleep it off. Then go find Naruto.
There were things he needed to discuss with his 'best friend'.
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Naruto lay in his bed. He wasn't sure how long he'd been asleep, but something had woken him up. His right arm now felt completely numb. He must have slept on it funny.
He opened his eyes to see Sasuke leaning against the wall watching him, face unreadable. Naruto searched to find any sign of anger. Clearly the fact that Sasuke was in his apartment again meant that Sasuke remembered at least part of what had happened. Naruto wasn't sure if that would end up being a good thing or a bad thing. But Sasuke's face already looked less drawn… his eyes less dead than what Naruto had seen in years. Maybe there was something to what Tsunade had said after all. Not able to bear the silence anymore, Naruto broke it.
"This is becoming a habit. You showing up in my bedroom and being creepy while I sleep," Naruto said, trying to make a joke. He was not awake enough to handle this confrontation. If it was going to be a confrontation. He still couldn't tell.
Sasuke stood there looking like it was the most natural place for him to be, standing fully clothed in Naruto's bedroom while Naruto was once again in just his boxers.
"You came to my bed, so I figured it was fine if I came to yours."
Naruto couldn't help the heat he felt flame up along his neck and cheekbones at Sasuke's words. He couldn't have meant it the way it sounded but Naruto couldn't help the choking cough that emerged from his throat.
He caught a slight gleam of amusement in the black gaze, which was disconcertingly awake and alert, unlike what Naruto felt like. Clearly, Sasuke had sobered up. And wanted to talk.
Naruto flexed his fingers on his right hand again as he sat up, annoyed that it was still stinging numbly.
"Did you injure your hand?" Sasuke asked, as always able to read even a subtle show of weakness in a potential opponent.
Naruto scrubbed his fingers through his hair. "Just slept funny."
Sasuke blew out a derisive breath.
"What, like you are such a perfect fucking ninja you never sleep funny?" Naruto asked feeling slightly annoyed. Sasuke was always able to get him feeling like they were competing. Evidently even with sleep positions.
Sasuke just arched a brow, then levered himself away from the wall and walked into the small kitchen area. Naruto stared blankly after him, hearing water running. Was Sasuke… staying for… Naruto glanced at the clock in his room and saw it was around midnight. … dinner? Naruto had slept for twelve hours. Now his sleep schedule would be all fucked up because Sasuke had woken him up rather than letting him sleep until dawn as Naruto had planned. Which begged the question of why Sasuke was here, casually doing something in Naruto's kitchen in the middle of the night.
The sound of the water running made Naruto realize that he had matters of a personal nature to attend to. He walked to the bathroom, grabbing a T-shirt and sweatpants as he went. Had Sasuke given him privacy because he knew Naruto needed to…
No. He wasn't going to sit around wondering if Sasuke could tell when he needed to take a piss. Fuck, he wasn't even really awake yet. He relieved himself then washed his hands, splashing some cold water on his face and hoping his brain would wake up.
Sasuke was in his apartment and Naruto had no idea why or what to expect. But he figured clothing was always a good thing, so he pulled on his shirt and pants and padded barefoot out to the kitchen to find Sasuke cooking some rice on the single burner stove.
"So after your old place got leveled by Pein, you didn't want to upgrade?" Sasuke asked casually as he put the lid on the only pot Naruto owned.
Naruto shrugged. "It's not like I do a lot of entertaining. I'm hardly home anyway, and when I am it's just me. All I do here is sleep. It seemed a waste to get a bigger place."
Sasuke nodded as he rummaged through the cupboards.
"Um… are you cooking me dinner?"
Sasuke shot him a hard look. "You cleaned up my place twice. I figured I can make you a meal when I know you didn't eat all day."
Naruto's mind raced. Should he bring up what had happened in Sasuke's shower that morning? What did Sasuke even remember? He didn't seem angry. He didn't seem… Naruto fought the urge to smash his head into the table. He had no idea what he was supposed to say right now.
He looked up to see Sasuke observing him with some amusement. Naruto's eyes immediately narrowed as all nervousness fled. Fucking Uchiha.
"Was it because of what Tsunade told you to do?" Sasuke asked abruptly, his voice definitely less casual than when he had asked about Naruto's apartment.
Naruto froze. He knew that he needed to answer this question carefully. Sasuke's expression gave nothing away about what he thought about the situation. Was he angry? Disgusted? Curious?
Naruto took a slow breath, pouring himself a glass of water to give himself something to do. "You mean… this morning when…"
"When you gave me head in my shower. Yes."
Naruto managed to not drop the glass. Just barely. "I…" Naruto looked at Sasuke's face, frantically searching for what he should say that would not end in Sasuke activating the sharingan or trying to behead him. "Sasuke, I just… you looked… and I…"
"Did you do it because Tsunade told you to," Sasuke repeated, taking a step closer, his voice hardening.
Naruto felt pinned by the intensity in Sasuke's eyes. He gave the only answer he could. "No."
Sasuke slowly closed the distance, not breaking eye contact. He reached out, brushing his fingers against Naruto's as he took the glass from the nerveless tan fingers and set it on the kitchen table. "Good," Sasuke said, his voice low as he slid a hand around the back of Naruto's neck and slowly drawing him forward until their lips brushed against each other.
Naruto could smell the mint of Sasuke's breath, and no trace of alcohol. He briefly wondered if he were still asleep or had somehow managed to trap himself in a genjustu because he was pretty sure that this was not possible. But Sasuke's lips came down with more force, and Naruto found himself pulling Sasuke closer and deepening the kiss.
"Sasuke…" Naruto breathed out, something between a question and a prayer.
Sasuke simply pulled Naruto's mouth back against his, opening their mouths even wider. He didn't want to talk about what was happening. He wanted the escalation that had happened before that had wiped his mind clean. He had woken up alone in his bed, hung over again. But unlike every other morning since he had arrived back in Konoha, he had something he wanted to accomplish when he woke up. He wanted to find Naruto, and see how much of what he had felt had been amplified by the alcohol and how much was real. And he had wanted to know if Naruto had done it because he had to, or because he wanted to.
When he felt Naruto's hands dig into his hips, felt the heat that flooded through his blood, his growing arousal pressing against an answering hardness in Naruto, he knew the answer to both questions.
His mind went blissfully blank except for the feel of the burning points of contact between his body and Naruto's. It was better than alcohol or the opium when he was with Naruto like this. He breathed out a shaky breath as Naruto's hands slid up over his back, fisting into his shirt and tugging it slightly before stopping. He could feel a tremor run through Naruto's arms, and realized that the blond was trying to hold himself back.
Sasuke lifted his mouth from Naruto's breaking their kiss, and looked down into blue eyes that looked back at him almost desperate with desire.
"You said you stopped last time because I was drunk," Sasuke said, running his thumb down the front of Naruto's T-shirt until it reached the hem. He slid his fingers under the edge, letting the tips of his fingers brush against the flat, taut stomach beneath it. He felt the muscles clench beneath his touch.
"I'm clearly sober. So why are you holding back now?" Sasuke persisted, slowly sliding one hand up over Naruto's chest, wondering why it felt so good to touch another person in this way. It was just skin and bone and muscle, but…
Naruto sucked in a sharp breath as Sasuke's fingertips happened to brush across his nipple. Sasuke's eyes narrowed at the sound, and he repeated the motion with more force.
"Fuck, Sasuke," Naruto said, banging his head back against the wall as he tried to get his brain to engage.
Sasuke smirked, this time using his calloused thumb to rub against the nub, then rolled it between his fingers. A male nipple was not something he had ever considered as an object of interest in the past. It served no purpose in terms of a reproductive function. But watching Naruto bite his lip and choke back a groan at his touch made him suddenly very interested in what other touches to that part of Naruto's body would do.
He roughly grabbed the bottom of Naruto's shirt and yanked it off him. Naruto stood there for a moment, letting Sasuke look at him. Naruto wanted to remove Sasuke's clothing as well, but he wasn't really sure what Sasuke wanted or how far he wanted things to go. And he knew without a doubt that if Sasuke started taking his clothing off, there was no way in hell Naruto would be able to stop.
"Sasuke…" Naruto began again, wanting to find some way of asking what Sasuke really wanted with all this. He remembered Tsunade's words to let Sasuke set the pace, and determine what he was comfortable with. Naruto was pretty sure this wasn't what she'd had in mind, but he thought the advice was good nonetheless. He didn't know what Sasuke needed. But he knew that he would be whatever it was. Whatever Sasuke needed.
"No talking," Sasuke said, moving closer again, rubbing his thumbs of both of Naruto's nipples simultaneously, watching them harden and redden with the abrasion. "Sensitive," he murmured, almost as though noting it to himself.
"No shit," Naruto gritted out, letting his head fall back slightly as Sasuke bent down and experimentally swirled his tongue over one of the reddened nubs.
"Fuck!" Naruto said, his back arching somewhat.
Sasuke snickered. "Very sensitive. Just like a girl."
Naruto glared, already feeling the competitive streak that Sasuke always brought out in him rearing up. He grabbed Sasuke by his shirt, jerking the already gaping garment the rest of the way open and peeling it down off his shoulders before shoving Sasuke back into the small bedroom.
"What would know about girls' nipples anyway?" Naruto growled.
Sasuke raised an eyebrow, but allowed Naruto to push him down on the bed. "Probably about as much as you," Sasuke retorted.
Naruto paused in the act of pulling Sasuke's shirt out of his purple obi to look at him, amusement and challenge lighting his eyes. "Oh, really?"
Naruto bent his head down to where Sasuke's nipple had been bared, throwing the shirt off to the side. He gave a slow lick with the flat of his tongue, then swirled around it with the tip before grazing his teeth along the sensitized flesh.
Sasuke's dark eyes were fixed on the motion of Naruto's tongue over his flesh, and he remembered earlier that morning that Naruto seemed to know some very specific things to do with his tongue and teeth that felt amazingly good. He narrowed his eyes. The actions of Naruto's tongue spoke of practice.
Sasuke's hand reached out and fisted into Naruto's hair, jerking him back from what he had been doing despite the pleasure it had been bringing him.
"The fuck?" Naruto asked, looking at Sasuke warily. Had Sasuke decided he didn't want this after all? Naruto didn't think there was enough cold water in all of Konoha to kill his erection at this point.
"Who?" Sasuke bit out.
"What?" Naruto asked, struggling to get his brain to try to figure out what Sasuke was asking.
"You said you knew more."
Naruto knew he shouldn't feel as much pleasure as he did at the look of possessiveness that flashed in Sasuke's eyes. He grinned, and he thought he briefly saw a flash of red in Sasuke's dark eyes. "Do you have any idea how much porn I read under Ero Senin?"
Sasuke took in the full implication of what Naruto was saying. "So, you've never…" Sasuke let the question trail off.
"No," Naruto said, blushing a bit but trying not to be embarrassed.
Sasuke's smirk reemerged briefly as he released his death grip on Naruto's hair, but kept his hand behind Naruto's head and slowly pulled him down into a kiss.
"Neither have I."
Naruto's head jerked back as looked at Sasuke. "But… last night… I saw your bed."
Sasuke raised an eyebrow, but a slight blush dusted his cheeks. "I thought you said you'd traveled with Jiraya. Surely you can figure it out, Dobe."
Naruto thought about what he had seen, and his eyes widened before he burst out laughing. "Holy shit, Sasuke. I've definitely jacked off in my time but… damn, that's hard core."
Sasuke narrowed his eyes again, his fingers tightening back in Naruto's hair as he dragged the blond in for another kiss, this one much less gentle. Naruto didn't even bother to resist. Instead, he focused on trying to remember everything Jiraya had ever written about what felt good, and how to make your partner scream with pleasure. He pressed his thumbs into the dips just above Sasuke's hip bones as he slowly rocked their hips together.
Both boys gasped at the sensation. Sasuke was nothing if not a fast learner, and he picked up the pace and force rapidly. Naruto gasped, not wanting it to end so quickly, and gripped Sasuke's hips harshly to stop the motion.
Sasuke made a frustrated sound, but stopped as soon as he felt Naruto's hands fumbling with the knot on his obi. Definitely in agreement that less clothing would be a good idea that this point, he rapidly undid the drawstring of Naruto's sweat pants.
"Fuck," Naruto cursed has he continued to struggle with the knot at Sasuke's waist.
At first Sasuke assumed it was just nerves that was making Naruto slightly uncoordinated, but as he looked down to where Naruto's hands were fumbling with his belt, he realized that something was not right.
Without thinking, he activated his sharingan to observe Naruto's hand. "Naruto… what the fuck did you do to your hand?"
For the first time, Naruto looked at the hand that had been bothering him since he came back from his mission. He could see the faint discoloration of the flesh there. And he remembered the seal that Danzo had left that he had thought he had successfully disarmed.
Naruto tried to focus chakra into his hand, and hissed at the pain doing so caused. Sasuke had not released his sharingan. "You need to go to the hospital."
Naruto knew that he couldn't let word of the specific nature of his injury get out. Danzo was known for his unique seals. People might find out what he was working on. "No. I need to go to Tsunade."
Sasuke was already pulling his shirt on, his face tense. "Then let's go."
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to be continued…
