"C'mon, Alex, it's not like I did it on purpose," his companion whined.
Alex stared stonily ahead.
"I'm sorry, baby. I couldn't tell you with Scully, Skinner and Marita
there."
Alex's head whipped around to glare at his companion. "You could have found a
way, Mulder."
Mulder gingerly laid a hand on Krycek's thigh, breathing a silent sigh of
relief when Alex let it remain this time. "I'm sorry you believed that I'd
been taken off god knows where in an alien spaceship, Alex, but letting the
rebel shapeshifter take my place was the best opportunity the resistance has
ever had. You of all people should understand expediency."
Reminded of all the things he'd done that Mulder didn't usually throw in his
face, Alex began to calm down. Not wanting to give in too easily though, he
turned his head to the side, staring out the window and hiding the twitching
of his lips. Mulder was impossible to resist when he was feeling playful,
never mind playful and repentant. Fortunately for his pride, they were
passing a florist's, and that gave him an idea.
"So I'm supposed to forgive you just like that," he pouted. "I don't even get
so much as a bouquet of flowers?"
Mulder nearly drove up a lamppost as he gaped at his lover in disbelief. "You
want flowers?" he demanded in tones of shock.
"You don't love me any more," Alex sniffed theatrically.
That was too much for Mulder, who slammed on the brakes. He turned toward
Alex, stopping when his eyes fell on the flower shop across the road and
slightly behind him. Images of their trip to the art supply store danced in
his head, and he suddenly understood Krycek's unheralded passion for flowers.
In moments he was out of the car and heading for the store, one of Alex's
wrists firmly in his grasp.
Alex was gasping as he fought to hold back his laughter, trying to hang onto
the moral high ground for a little longer. Mulder dragged him behind the
small strip mall, drawing to a halt at the rear delivery entrance of the
flower shop. He looked back at Alex impatiently.
"Well?" he demanded. "What are you waiting for?"
Alex grinned and picked the lock with ease, disarming the rudimentary alarm
system once inside. That done, he stopped in the middle of the back room and
turned a challenging stare on Mulder.
"So you want flowers, do you? Okay, Krycek, you asked for it." With a
definite nod, Mulder grabbed a large basket and headed into the front of the
store. After a few minutes, he returned with a decidedly heavier basket and
roamed around the back room, pausing every so often to add more items to his
basket. Finally, he plunked it down on the large, center worktable and
crooked his finger at Alex.
Curious, Alex came when summoned, and a huge grin blossomed on his face when
he saw what Mulder had collected.
several spools of velvet and satin ribbon in various colors
"Ah, ah," Mulder admonished at the look of glee in his lover's eyes. "My
turn! Now be a good little triple agent assassin and strip, then get up on
the bench," the FBI man ordered as he grabbed randomly at the ribbon. Soft
black velvet, an inch thick, came up first. Mulder watched Alex shimmy out of
the black jeans, jacket and black silk shirt while trying not to whimper.
He'd lost weight. A lot of it. But all it had done was made his body harder
and his face more fey-like. "God you're beautiful," he whispered in awe.
The wicked grin snapped Mulder out of his reverie. "The worktable," he
ordered gruffly as he began cutting the black velvet with the procured shears
into the desired lengths. "Lie down on your back, and don't move."
The velvet was looped and securely tied first around Alex's wrists then to
the table leg. His legs were next. "Mulder..." Alex growled, not sure if he
liked the idea of not being able to move.
"Do I have to muzzle you? I will, you know," Mulder purred softly, pure evil
glinting in his changeable eyes. The mute shake of Alex's head made him
chuckle. "You always roll with the punches, don't you?" That got him a glare,
which gave him a thought. Virginal white satin, this time three inches thick,
Mulder chuckled at the thought of a virginal Alex; it was just so ludicrous.
Before Krycek could say anything, his eyes were covered. "Dammit, Mulder,
this is..."
"Do you have any idea of just how lush you look right now, all tied up and
blindfolded? The idea that I could do absolutely anything I want to the big,
bad Consortium man makes me so damn hard it isn't funny. I could fuck you for
hours like this. Talk about a fantasy—God, babe." Giving in to temptation,
Mulder bent and took Alex's mouth in an almost brutal kiss, nipping and
biting at his fuckable mouth until it was red and swollen with need.
"Much, much better," Mulder purred before withdrawing to continue. Next he
chose teal green velvet and cut an extra long length; he'd need it, he
chuckled to himself. Moving around the table, Mulder grinned as he watched
Alex strain to hear what he was doing. "Now stay still—we don't want
anything to get 'damaged' do we?" he chuckled before wrapping the ribbon
around the base of Alex's erection then proceeding to crisscross it down the
hard cock and back up again, securing it with a bow.
"Now that's what I call a present!" Mulder sighed with appreciation, leaning
down to press a kiss against the weeping tip, licking off the drop of precum
there.
Krycek's hips bucked. "Fuck!" It was like heat lightning, and it ripped
through him with painful intensity. "Fox," he moaned.
"Now it's time to play," Mulder cackled gleefully, picking up a long-stemmed,
red rose and running the petals across Alex's brow, down his nose and over
the bee-stung lips. A soft moan escaped Alex. "Like that, hunh?" he asked
casually, tracing down the corded veins of Krycek's neck, across his
collarbone and then circling each nipple. He continued meandering the rose
softly over Krycek's abdomen and then ran it lovingly over the exposed tip of
the younger man's erection, watching as Krycek tried to arc up into the
touch.
Eyes darkened and then, the rose was reversed and the thorns were scraped
across a taut stomach and suddenly straining nipples. "JESUS!" Krycek
screamed, throwing his head back as pleasure pain streaked through him.
Unable to resist, Fox bent and licked the slight welts, his tongue a soft
abrasion that made Krycek curse and squirm more. "Fuck, damn, you're dead,
Mulder—so fucking dead!" he groaned as the soothing tongue was removed and
fire streaked through him once more.
Tiny crimson beads formed staccato lines across Alex's trembling pecs and
abs, as Alex strained against his velvet bonds, groaning in a pained ecstasy.
"Mulder, you are supposed to be apologizing, not punishing me!"
Mulder grinned at his victim's insincere complaint but returned to the petal
side of the pleasure, while eyeing the other toys laid out for his attention.
He grabbed the flower water thingees, the wire, shears and pussy willows.
With a mischievous grin, he started to stroke the fuzzy edges of the pussy
willow over Alex's straining cock, tickling the end lightly with the very
ends. Alex arched sharply and cried out.
"Mulder! I'm not... I can't... that isn't going to last too long if you keep it
up!"
"Complain, complain. First it's too harsh, then too soft. Well, seeing as you
are so hard to deal with, we'll have to make sure there aren't any premature
accidents, won't we?" Mulder reached out and carefully tightened the teal
ribbon to include Alex's balls, making a type of cock ring. "There, now we
will have a bit more time, won't we?"
Alex, having learned that his mouth could only get him into further trouble
in this circumstance, wisely nodded.
Next, Mulder cut three short lengths of the soft wire and used it to bind the
pussy willow fronds to Alex's now angry purple penis. "That's the closest you
better get to pussy for a long while, Alex!" he threatened half jokingly. The
thought of Alex with a woman made him rather angry.
Alex pouted prettily, "Mulder, I only have... eyes... for you. Just please,
stop fooling around! Touch me, dammit!"
"I'm working on the problem of lube, babe... hold on a sec." Mulder scanned
the store desperately. Having Alex at his mercy always tried his staying
power, and right now, all he wanted was to get inside him, one way or
another. Luckily, his eyes fell on a juicy aloe vera plant. He used the
shears to cut a couple large limbs and carefully squeezed the juice from the
thorns. He wouldn't want Alex getting that kind of prick where this was
going.
Not so gently, he caressed Alex's pucker with one aloe filled finger,
pressing in at a firm pace. Once he had loosened him up, he withdrew,
accompanied by more complaints. He reached for the water tubes, slowly
inserting the tubes, which penetrated Alex about 4 inches, until he was
holding five side by side in his over sensitized hole. The tubes were well
lubricated and rotated fairly freely when pushed, providing a good amount of
friction.
"I think you're going to like this, Alex." Mulder leaned up to kiss the full
lips while twisting the tubes rapidly. Alex screamed and lurched hungrily
into the kiss, straining for an impossible release, and his prostate was
buffeted repeatedly. The torture was taken to a new level when each thrust of
his hips stroked his straining erection through the velvety confines of the
pussy willow fist. The sensations were beyond anything Alex had ever felt
before. There was a slightly liquid shift inside him, as the water in the
vials splashed from one end to the other, creating an sensation so slight,
that all Alex's senses were straining to catch it, but when they did, it hit
with the impact of a hurricane.
Mulder stepped back, watching Alex rock to a rhythm he felt within. Mulder
didn't have to even touch him; he had reached this point where waves of
pleasure gave birth to new wave after wave, unable to find release due to the
velvet bow. Seeing Alex so completely controlled by the sensations of his own
body was a turn on Mulder was helpless against. Hurriedly, he started to peel
off his own clothes, wanting friction of his own.
Now naked, Mulder looked down at his lover, smiling at the discomfort and
obvious frustration he was feeling from not being able to come. Alex was
panting and biting his lower lip, still rocking his hips back and forth to
try and force himself to come through the tightness of the ribbon. Mulder
knew this and stilled him with his hand.
Alex whimpered.
Mulder ran his fingers through the beads of blood dotting Alex's chest left
by the scratch of the thorns. He smeared it along his lover's torso, leaving
a trail of fingerprints behind.
He reached for the bag of rose petals behind him, then sprinkled them on
Alex's body generously. Some stuck to the blood, and some stuck to the
precome on Alex's decorated cock.
Mulder checked the ribbon to make sure it was secure. He won't be coming
for a long time with that on. Alex gasped. "Please Fox... let me come...
please..."
Mulder didn't answer; instead he climbed on top of Alex, crushing the rose
petals between them, creating a velvety smoothness that sent both men
moaning.
Alex couldn't see with the white ribbon still over his eyes and shook his
head to dislodge it but couldn't. He moaned in desperation; he was bound and
blind and frustrated beyond belief.
Sliding his body over Alex's, Mulder increased his pace, releasing the
intoxicating scent of the rose petals. He rubbed his cock against the velvet
ribbon that bound Alex's cock, sending shivers up and down his spine. Faster
he fucked the ribbon until he came with a groan and covered Alex's belly with
his seed.
Alex whimpered loudly; this was not fair.
Mulder shushed him with a long kiss. Finally, he pulled away and got off the
table. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and smirked.
"Alex, you're beautiful like that, but I think you need a little something to
make you stand out a little more."
"I need to come!" Alex wailed.
"No babe, can't do that. Not yet."
Alex pounded his head back against the table.
Mulder walked around Alex, trailing his fingers along his lover's body. "I
like the rose petal look, but I'm thinking a little more flash would do you
good."
He reached for the glitter and sprinkled it over the come covering Alex's
abdomen then smiled. "That's better."
He walked around Alex again, pondering what more he could do.
"Foooooooxx, let me come," Alex whined. He could feel his load ready to
shoot, but he just needed Mulder to take the lock off his trigger.
"Aha!"
Mulder picked up the spool of wire and cut two lengths. He made a medium
sized loop in one end of the lengths, then wound the straight ends tightly
around each of Alex's nipples, squeezing them.
Mulder grabbed two balloons from the basket, then picked a very thin ribbon.
He cut two lengths and took everything to the helium tank. He filled the
balloons, tied them off then attached the ribbons to the loops of the wires
on Alex's nipples.
He stood back and admired his handiwork, the balloons were just the right
touch, and if he batted them around and pulled on the ribbons and wires, he
could use them to play with Alex as well.
Alex's whines rose to a fever pitch as the wires tightened around his
sensitive nipples then were pulled taut. His hands clenched into impotent
fists as he yanked at the ribbon that bound his wrists to the table. Who'd
have thought that florists would use such damned strong stuff!
Mulder was quiet, but Alex could sense him standing by the table, playing
with whatever he had attached to Alex's nipples—a whatever that floated... The goddamned balloons! Jesus fuck, he must look like an entry in the Rose
Bowl, decked out as he was.
Another tug at the wires twisted around his nipples, and Alex arched up off
the table with a muffled scream. "Fuck, Mulder, just get out the clamps next
time, will you?" he asked, pushed into forgetting just who was in control at
this point, his world narrowed down to the mounting pressure in his cock and
the sharp fire cascading down his chest.
"Mmm, I'll remember that suggestion," Mulder chuckled, letting go of the
balloons and running his fingers through the glitter, rose petals, blood and
spunk that decorated his lover's chest. "I did see some alligator clips in
the other room, maybe I should go get them... "
"You leave this room and you are sooo dead," Alex warned, his renewed
attempts to escape taking on a fresh surge of energy. "Will you please just
let me come?" The last was howled out as Krycek felt Mulder's hand wrap
around his engorged cock, pumping him through the pussy willows and velvet
wrapping that bound him. Bucking backwards drove the tubes deeper into him,
bringing his sense of frustration to the breaking point.
"Now, now, Alex, if you kill me, how ever are you going to get relief or get
out of that position for that matter?" As Mulder watched his captive lover
writhe on the bench, an evil smile crossed his features at the thought of the
staff here finding Alex like this come morning. He'd be able to hear the
screams all the way down at the Bureau.
Krycek's blistering answer caused Mulder to shake his head sadly. "Such
language. I think I'll go find some soap to wash that mouth out with, before
I put it to a better use, that is." Knowing full well that he wasn't putting
any part of his body near Alex's teeth while the other man was in this state
of mind, Mulder patted his lover on the cock once again then strolled out of
the room in search of more goodies to play with.
Still cursing viciously, Alex twisted around on the table, trying to force
his constricted body to come and end the maddening torment Fox had him under.
During one move, his fingertips brushed the edge of something metal, and Alex
went instantly still. Stretching out his bound hand as far as possible,
Krycek discovered that Mulder had accidentally left the shears next to the
table.
"Ohhh, Foxy-babe, you made a bad mistake..." he chuckled, inverting the
blades and sawing through the velvet around his wrist, ignoring the sting as
the sharp edges cut shallow gashes in his skin as well. Once one hand was
free, it was only a matter of seconds before Alex ripped the blindfold off
and disposed of the rest of his bonds, including the damnable makeshift
cockring.
"You're pretty quiet in here, babe," Mulder called, his voice dying away to
nothing as he saw the empty table and the untended balloons bobbing alongside
it. "Shit!" The exclamation died off into a sharp gasp as Alex's weight hit
him in the mid-section, driving Mulder back and onto the empty table. In a
matter of seconds, he found himself restrained in the same manner as he had
tied Alex down, though minus the blindfold.
"What? Nothing to say, Foxy?" Krycek murmured, trailing the damp velvet he'd
removed from his cock over Mulder's prone body. "Not even an apology? Still?"
"I'm sorry!" Mulder babbled, a little more than worried at the feral glint in
Alex's eyes. "I was going to take care of you, babe."
"Mmm hmm, once you played for how much longer?"
"Well..." Mulder tried to shrug, then looked up at Alex, giving him his
best pout. "You just looked so damn good lying here."
"Kinda like you do now." Alex turned and rummaged in the basket, when he
twisted back to face Mulder again, he was holding a lit candle in one hand.
Idly palming his erection with his free hand, Krycek leaned in and closed his
teeth on Mulder's lower lip hard enough to draw a bead of blood to the
surface. "There, now the pout will work even better," he purred, licking the
bright red drop away from the swollen skin.
"Now then, about this apology..." Alex paused to watch a droplet of wax
roll down the side of the candle and over his finger, then leaned in,
dribbling a line of the molten wax down the center of Mulder's chest.
Fox's surprised yelp and attempt at squirming drew a husky chuckle from Alex.
"Hold still, babe, don't want to destroy the design, do you?" Letting go of
his cock, he took the spray bottle and moistened the wax, hastening its
hardening, repeating the process until he was satisfied with the rendition of
a bouquet of flowers he had drawn on Mulder's chest and stomach.
Fox's nipples were the centers of two daisies, his navel was the middle of a
bow and his cock pointed up into the stems of the bunch of flowers.
"Now then, should I finish this..." Alex mused, holding the candle over
Mulder's groin.
"Alex, please!" Fox begged, his eyes widening as a droplet brimmed at the
edge of the candle, threatening his balls.
Alex chuckled and put the candle aside, leaning down to possess Fox's mouth
in a hungry kiss. "Don't worry, Mulder; I would never hurt these," he rolled
the heavy sac in his palm, "I enjoy playing with them too much. In fact..."
He trailed off suggestively, diving between Mulder's legs to take first one
ball then the other into his mouth. "Mmmm," he murmured. "You taste so good,
better every time. Such a nice fuzzy texture too..."
His eyes lit up as a wicked thought occurred to Alex, and he hefted the
African violet consideringly. "This'll do just fine," he decided, putting it
down and breaking off one large leaf. Smiling hungrily, Alex slowly swiped
the fuzzy top of the leaf over Fox's trembling body, paying especial
attention to the reddened nipples. "Feel good, baby?" he asked, enjoying the
sound of his lover whining for him to stop.
"Jesus Christ, Alex, stop, I can't take any more," Mulder groaned, squirming
desperately in his bonds.
"You mean like I couldn't, babe? You should've thought of that earlier.
What's sauce for the goose and all that," Alex purred. He slowly trailed the
leaf down Fox's body, pausing at his navel. He let the leaf lie there for a
moment while he broke off two more, which he laid over Mulder's nipples,
every breath he took causing the fuzzy leaves to shift against the aching
buds.
That done, Alex picked up the original leaf again, stroking it over the
leaking cock, then rubbing it against Mulder's sac. The two fuzzy surfaces
caught at each other, making Mulder quiver and swear.
Alex chuckled wickedly, his eyes falling on the other items Mulder'd placed
nearby after his first trip through the store. He petted Mulder's aching
cock, smirking. "You know, Mulder, something this pretty deserves to be
immortalized."
Mulder's eyes widened when Alex picked up the block of florist's foam, and he
fought against his bonds with renewed desperation. "No! No fucking way!" he
howled, twisting wildly while Alex watched with delight.
"You know you can't avoid it, Fox, so why waste your time?" Alex wanted to
know, getting some creative curses in reply. He shrugged, trying to hide his
grin.
Alex held Mulder's cock steady with one hand, while with the other, he
pressed the block of foam against the sensitive head of Mulder's cock, making
the older man yell and thrash as the gritty foam slowly gave way, encasing
his erection. He screamed, incredibly stimulated, only the ribbon Alex had
twisted around his balls preventing him from coming. It seemed like hours
before his cock broke through the other side of the foam, and he whimpered,
not sure if it was in relief or protest at the decreased stimulation. Alex
pushed the foam down until the entire head was free of it, then he released
the ribbon and leaned over and licked the glistening head, playing with the
slit while Mulder wailed.
Finally it was too much for Mulder, and he exploded, Alex sitting back to
watch out of hot green eyes. When Mulder could focus again, he found Alex
sitting beside him holding two tulips. As Mulder watched, that talented pink
tongue darted into one of them, licking something out of the flower, then
Alex tilted his head back and swallowed.
He grinned at Mulder's confusion, tipping the other tulip over the bound
man's mouth, laughing at the look of shock on Mulder's face when he tasted
his own semen. "I always wondered if these things were as cuplike as they
looked," Alex chuckled. "Guess so, huh." He leaned down, kissing Mulder,
licking the come from his lips.
"My turn now," he announced, hastily slicking Mulder with more of the aloe
and sliding into him. After so long and so much teasing, he barely managed a
half dozen strokes into Mulder's eager ass before he came, crying his
pleasure in a wordless wail.
Collapsing onto the other man's chest, both lay panting heavily, allowing
themselves a few moments of recovery before Alex rose and freed Mulder. As he
helped his lover down, he looked around the shop and smirked.
"God, what a mess. What d'you think they're gonna say when they walk in, in
the morning?"
"Say? Mulder asked absently, currently concerned with a more immediate mess.
"Yeah," Alex mused. "Nothing's taken, nothing's broken, but there's stuff all
over the place. Sort of looks like the aftermath of a New Year's Eve party."
"Yeah. Whatever. Uh, Alex? Look at us. How're we gonna get this mess off of
us?"
Alex turned and looked at his lover, then broke into amused laughter. "I
guess it would be good to try and get some of this off before we get
dressed." Grinning, he reached up and grabbed a hose suspended from the
ceiling and pointed the nozzle toward the other man. "How about a shower?"
Mulder cried out sharply as the cold water drizzled over him, washing away a
small portion of the mess that covered him.
"You're next, you know!"
"I have no doubt." Having washed off whatever he could, Alex pulled off the
rest, including the wax, chuckling at each tiny yelp his actions produced.
When Mulder was fairly clean, he found a towel and dried his tender skin,
admiring the small patches of red over the other's body.
"I'm glad you find it amusing," Mulder grumbled, snatching the hose from Alex
and turning the frigid spray on him.
"Damn!"
"Told you it was cold. Now, hold still."
Mulder completed the task of rinsing Alex off, then, just as the younger man
had done, removed by hand all that the water would not. Once he was dry, both
men dressed and took one more look around the workroom.
"We really should straighten this mess out, Alex."
Alex sighed in exasperation. "You're such a boyscout, you know that?"
"You didn't break into a flower shop and fuck yourself, Krycek," Mulder
reminded him in a faintly agitated tone.
"Okay, you're a bad boy too," Alex cooed, his voice taking on an exaggerated,
syrupy quality. "Show me how much. Let's just get out of here."
Mulder paused for a moment, contemplating his choices.
Clean up, feel better about himself and let Alex needle him about it for
months to come, or... don't clean up, feel bad about leaving their mess for
some poor unsuspecting sap to find the next morning... and feel the guilt for
months to come.
Needling, guilt. Needling... guilt.
Fuck it, he'd take the needling. He could always make Alex pay for it later.
"I'm cleaning this up," he finally resolved. "You don't wanna help, go out to
the car. I'll be there soon."
Alex shook his head, grinning at the older man. "I knew you couldn't do it.
Fine. I'll stay and help. I'm tired; I wanna get the hell out of here."
Gathering up all the things Mulder'd collected, he turned to leave the room.
"I'll go put this stuff back while you clean up in here."
Ten minutes later, Mulder finished straightening up the mess in the workroom.
"Alex, what the hell are you doing?"
No answer.
"Alex?"
"Just putting the last of it away," Alex called from around the corner. "Go
on out to the car; I'll be there in two seconds."
"Alex," Mulder called, squinting into the darkness of the other room. "You're
not doing anything you shouldn't be, are you?"
"No! Go on out; I'll be there in a minute."
Unable to believe that he was actually going to leave Alex loose and alone in
the place, Mulder turned and headed to the back door.
"If you're not out in thirty seconds, I'm coming back, and I won't be happy!"
Mulder walked out to the car, and, true to his word, Alex followed seconds
later.
"See? Told you I'd be right out."
Suspicion seeped away, and Mulder relaxed against the seat. "Okay," he said
softly. "Let's go home. I need a shower, bad... and then I'm going to kill
you."
"Kill me?" Alex asked, laughing. "You started this one, chief, not me"
"But you weren't supposed to turn it around on me," Mulder complained as he
started the engine and they pulled out of the deserted lot.
"Hey, serves you right for leaving sharp objects where I can reach them..."
The two men drove away, arguing continuously and leaving the small flower
shop almost the way they'd left it...
The next morning
"Oh, my God, oh, my God... Nancy, come look at this."
A short, rotund brunette walked over to her co-worker's bench and looked down
at the single bud vase left on her bench.
"Tulips. Yeah? So? Did you leave 'em out last night?"
"No, my bench was completely clean. And look inside the tulips."
The other woman wrinkled her nose. "What's that?"
"Well," the other woman said softly, pulling a note from her pocket, "if this
is right, I have a pretty damn good idea what it is."
Nancy covered her mouth with one hand, clutching the note with the other. In
a voice just barely above a whisper, she read.
"A thought to brighten your day: Two gorgeous, outrageously horny men fucked
each other silly right here on your bench last night."
"Terry. Oh, Terry," Nancy gasped. "No way."
The taller of the two women giggled. "I don't know. But hell, the image
that's gonna be floating through my mind for the next few weeks sure is a
pretty one..."
END
MMCUSN@aol.com
The Flower Shop
by The Round Robin Bandits
Alex Krycek was totally pissed off and utterly ignoring the other man present
because of it. He sat in the passenger seat of the Bureau-issue car, arms
folded, staring straight ahead.
balloons—and the helium machine to fill them was in the corner
a large chunk of green florist's foam
a bag of rose petals
a spool of wire shears
several roses, with thorns intact
a bunch of the little plastic tube thingies that florists fill with water and stick on the end of cut flowers
glitter
confetti
a large, potted African violet
some vases of varying sizes
a bunch of pussy willows
a roll of tape
a spray bottle
a box of candles and matches
several tulips
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