COLLAR THE SILVER WOLF

This is part two of the collab with Mish. We don't own Fatal Fury, and we aren't getting any money from writing this. The story contains yaoi, domination, and incest. If any of that offends, or is against the law due to your locale/age, turn around now and save us all some trouble.

For those left...please enjoy the story.


Terry let his younger brother into the apartment first and then followed, shutting and locking the door behind him. He studied Andy's back and shook his head before reaching out and pulling the younger fighter to him, "I'm sorry, Andy..."

Andy trembled slightly, partially from unshed tears, but mostly from barely suppressed rage. All aimed at himself.

"Stop," Terry commanded gently, "Cry if you want to, but don't be mad at yourself."

Andy's fist shot out with lightning speed, slamming into the wall and spitting up plaster and concrete. "What would you know? I willing gave myself to him Terry, mind, body....soul. Do you have any idea how humiliated I am knowing it was all wasted?"

"Was it," Terry asked, a tender look taking form on his features. "You're not the only humiliated party here, Andy."

Andy glanced up at Terry, pain evident in his ice-blue eyes. "I'm sorry about that Terry. I wouldn't have asked you to join me if I'd known. I just wanted to share what I thought was a good experience...." the last part was jumbled as he suddenly collapsed onto to the floor, curling up into a ball of pure misery. "I'm such an asshole. It's bad enough I did this to myself, now I've dragged you into it as well."

Kneeling down, Terry pried the younger man out of his fetal position and lifted him up in his arms. Sure steps carried them to his bedroom and the older Bogard gently deposited his burden on the soft surface, "Don't do this to yourself, Andy. I could have said no... But I wanted to know why you were inviting me into this... Me, your brother, into some strange sexual game."

Andy turned his head away, blushing slightly. "Hauer-sama gave me permission to want you."

"Huh?" Terry wasn't sure just what was meant by that odd statement, "What do you mean he gave you permission to want me?"

Andy sighed and decided to get it all out, he couldn't get much more humiliated than he already was. "I've always wanted you Terry. Why do you think I never sought you out during all those years of training? I was scared what I might do if I was around you alone for long lengths of time."

The older fighter went quiet in thought. His mind played back to everything that had happened during the night and he closed his eyes. Regardless of everything, things between them would never be the same again. Terry's blue eyes opened and he looked at Andy. His little brother would need someone to give him what he craved. Hauer had established himself as the younger Bogard's master and had used him repeatedly. Would it really be so wrong for Terry to give Andy what he'd been conditioned to want? He loved his brother more than anything... Tonight had proven just how deep and how far it ran.

He knelt down on the bed and brushed unruly pale blond hairs from deep pools of ice blue eyes, "Andy... I can't say for sure, but you might not have needed his permission." With that, Terry leaned in close and gave his brother a sweet, tender kiss.

Andy responded immediately a tear rolling from his eye. It was brushed away with a callused thumb, "Don't cry, Andy." Terry backed up and smacked himself in the head, "What was I thinking?!? This is the last thing you need, right?"

Andy shook his head and pulled Terry back down. "No...it's exactly what I need." He closed his eyes and whispered. "Will you make love to me Terry?"

Tilting the saddened face up, Terry looked into the blue eyes of his brother, "Are you sure that's what you want, Andy?"

Andy nodded, "It's what I've always wanted."

"I want to shower first," Terry said gently, "I want to get my body clean from that... person's taint." His words were spoken softly, but it didn't soften the harshness, "Join me?"

Andy winced at the word 'taint'. "I'm sorry Terry, it's my fault you gave yourself to Hauer-sa..." He broke off, even now he still wanted to refer to the man as his master. *Dear Gods, am I that broken?*

With a growl, Terry hoisted him from the bed and threw him over his shoulder, having seen the look in Andy's eyes, "I'm going to have to do something to take your mind off of him." He stalked into the bathroom and set the younger fighter down on his feet carefully, "Do you need to have a master, Andy?"

Andy turned his head away. The person he cared about most in the world had seen straight through to his secret shame. *What would they think of you now Andy Bogard, knowing you like to curl up against your seme like a meek little kitten?*

"You do, don't you?" Terry leaned down and forced Andy's gaze back to his face, "Do you want me to be your master, Andy?"

Andy nodded slowly, twin trails of crystalline tears running down his cheeks. "Are you afraid I'm going to say no?" Terry whispered. Another nod as the younger Bogard's eyes dropped, afraid of the rejection he was sure would be there.

Terry shook his head as the eyes dropped yet again. He would do this for his brother. Help him hide what was obviously a shame to himself. "Stand up," he ordered sternly, "Take your clothes off and start the shower... I don't want arguments, either. Just do as you're told." Andy glanced up, not quite ready to believe.

"Why are you just sitting there? Didn't you hear me?"

Andy jumped slightly and quickly began shedding his clothes, folding them neatly despite the fact they were ruined and setting them aside. "Do you prefer the water hot or cold?"

"Hot." Terry nodded as his brother came to life. This was infinitely better than him sulking over what had happened. He considered undressing himself, but then remembered that Andy would probably want to do it for him. So he waited, watching to see just how his little brother was going to handle this.

Andy leaned into the stall and cut the water to just under scalding as he gathered all the things necessary to bath his master. "May I remove you clothes, niisan?"

"Yes." Terry smiled softly, "Just remember that you're going to be in there too, Andy."

The paler blonde began unfastening and removing garments with a skill that spoke of practiced ease. "I don't mind, as long as it's with you niisan."

Terry caught him just as the last bit of clothing was set aside and kissed Andy tenderly. His hands went into the light hair and he smiled, remembering something from earlier that night, "You forgot something, Andy..."

Andy froze a moment, then realized the voice wasn't displeased.

"My hair," Terry supplied gently, "I never shower with it tied back, you know." Andy's eyes glowed slightly as he reached up almost reverently to remove the simple band holding the long trail of blonde hair in place. He gasped softly as he fell over his Niisan's shoulders like a shower of golden sunbeams. *So beautiful...even more beautiful then I imagined.*

Terry's voice was husky with ill-concealed need, "Get in the shower now, Andy... I want to be clean." The older Bogard stepped under the hot spray and shook his head, scattering water droplets off his now free hair.

Andy stepped into the water as well, bending to pick up soap and washcloth. He held to square of terrycloth behind his brother's back to get it wet, taking the opportunity to get in a quick brush against the gorgeous body.

Leaning down, Terry took possession of the soft lips and plundered Andy's mouth greedily. For some reason, to have his little brother willingly enslave himself to the older Bogard was a thrill. The sheer thought was enough to get him hard as a rock. He pressed Andy up against the shower stall wall, rocking their hips together until his complacent little uke was panting. Then he backed up and let the spray cover him again, "You can wash me now, Andy."

Andy's hand shook slightly as he lifted the rag to soap it up. His entire body was humming from the rudely broken promise of more pleasure. He gasped softly a few times in an effort to calm himself as he pressed the washcloth to his brother's chest and began to lather up the smooth tan skin.

The older fighter let himself be washed for several minutes and then took the cloth and soap away, "My turn, Andy." Terry lathered up the washcloth and then began to brush it over unblemished flesh, fighting the urge to follow it up with kisses. He turned the younger karateka around and pulled him back against his chest, letting Andy feel the hardened arousal pressing into the small of his back. "Do you think I'm going to say no now, Andy?"

Andy's reply was broken by a few low moans. "I...I don't know. Sometimes.....he... would tease."

"I'm not him, Andy." Terry trailed his lips against the side of the water beaded neck, "I want you... God help me, I want you so much." He ran the cloth over his brother's hard erection, "I'm not going to turn you away. You need me. I never bailed on you when you needed me, Andy."

Andy panted at the feel of the towel over his arousal, and leaned back against his brother. "Ahh....Ni-i-san!" His hips thrust forward into the cloth, making him shiver at the mix of slick soap, hot water, and rough cloth.

He couldn't take it anymore. His little brother had gone from a shy young man to being a wanton boytoy. His wanton boytoy. Without a word, Terry pushed Andy over until his forehead touched the wall and he positioned himself at the waiting opening. Dropping soap and cloth, the older Bogard gripped the slim hips tightly and drove himself into the welcoming channel with a harsh groan.

Andy braced himself against the porcelain with a hoarse moan. "Ahh...Niisan...Terry." He thrust his hips back against the welcome intrusion.

"Andy," he groaned as he pulled out and then thrust back in, "I will... keep you... for as long... as you want me... to..." He couldn't believe how remarkably tight his brother was, even after everything he'd gone through. "Is... Is that what you want?"

Andy moaned and thrust back with more force "Oh yes! Don't...ah... don't stop Niisan!"

Terry didn't plan on it. He delved deeper with each stroke, feeling the shuddering responses each impact gave his younger brother. Andy was vocal and responsive. Something the older fighter had always wanted in previous lovers. He couldn't believe that Andy outdid all of them. "God, Andy... I can't believe... how good you feel..."

"Oh God!." Andy grunted. "Niisan it...it's amazing." The feel of being taken by his brother was indescribable. He didn't think he'd ever get enough. He lifted on leg and rested it on the side of the tub to change the angle of the thrusts. A loud cry erupted from his throat as they began to land on that magic area deep inside him.

Gasping, Terry felt the change too. He wanted release; wanted it so badly, but he didn't want it too soon. "Andy... We're going to change positions... Stand up and... and turn around to face me..." It was so intense and unreal, he wondered if it would be like this everytime.

Andy did so, with the same grace he showed when fighting. His cheeks were flushed with desire as he swiveled to face his brother. Reaching out, Terry brushed gentle knuckles over one of those flushed cheeks, "You're beautiful." He was still hard and he still intended to remedy that, but he wanted just a moment to look at the beauty that he'd always been jealous of. "I love you, Andy."

Andy blinked, and more tears came to his eyes. This time of joy. He leaned forward pressing his cheek to Terry's chest and tangling his fingers in the long tendrils of spun gold he adored. "Oh Ni...Terry. Aishiteru."

Lifting the muscular legs, Terry wrapped them around his waist and pressed Andy back against the wall again. He stabbed his swollen organ into the younger fighter again and this time made each stroke slow, delivering them with a steady pace. "I'm your... master now, Andy... What will you... do for your new... master?"

Andy moaned lowly, the slow sweet pace was new to him. "Anything Niisan, anything you ask."

Terry smiled and kissed him softly, continuing the maddeningly slow thrusts, "Good... I promise... you'll be the only... one. I'll never push... you away for someone... else..." The speed began to increase slowly as his control began to fade, "I don't want... this to end, Andy..."

The paler blonde pulled Terry against with almost bruising force. "I don't either Niisan... but it feels so good."

He was right, it did indeed feel good. Terry had never dreamed how good it could feel. "I'm clean enough," Terry growled and shut off the water. He stopped the thrusts and just let his member stay still inside the hot body he was impaling, "We're going to move again, Andy... To the bedroom..." Carefully, he let his brother's legs down from his waist. "Hurry... I want you waiting on the bed when I get there."

Andy smiled and slipped slowly out of the shower stall, checked to make certain no puddles were in the way then took off running.

Chuckling, Terry took his time in getting to the bedroom. He stood in the doorway and waited a few minutes, just watching the beauty that was his brother and willing slave laying on the bed. His eyes were drawn to the rock hard arousal that glistened from the juices Andy was producing. It brought a smile to his face to know that they were there because of him. "I don't think I could get tired of looking at you, Andy."

Andy glowed slightly at the attention and began to twist his own nipple absently. "I'm glad Niisan, I want to please you."

"I want to please you, too, Andy," Terry said honestly. He moved forward and knelt on the bed, using a gentle hand to part the muscular legs. He let his hand slip between them and down, until his fingers brushed the opening that promised paradise to both karatekas. "I want to explore you, ototosan." With that, two of his long digits pressed in and began a seeking quest up into the tight cavity, "I want to know everything I can about my little slave." The last words were smoky with lust and need.

Andy let out a low moan and ground against his hand. "Ah...so..good...go deeper...please." His hips shifted restlessly trying to take those tormenting digits further into his body.

Terry did so, brushing them over the small nub hidden deep, "Demanding, aren't we?"

Andy arched up with a small cry. "I... It's just so good. I love the way it feels."

Continuing to stroke the small button, Terry leaned down and took one of his brother's nipples between his lips. He tongued it, lightly bit it, then swept over it with his tongue again. "Good," he whispered in answer to Andy's last words, "Because I'll do this to you a lot. I think you look beautiful like this." He rained kisses up the side of the younger fighter's neck, "Do you like talking dirty?"

"Do you want me to?" he replied with a darkly sensual smile.

"That's not what I asked, is it?"

"You want me to tell you how I much I want you to shove your big thick cock up my ass, then? How I want you to fuck me so hard they'll hear my screams in Tokyo?"

"I'll take that as a yes," Terry chuckled and moved his fingers against the nub again. He leaned down to Andy's ear as he did so, "I am going to fuck you, little brother. I'm going to fuck you so hard, you won't be able to think about him again." His voice became even huskier than before, "You're my little slut. I want your cock hard for me and me alone... I want you thinking about the next time I take you and pound into that tight ass of yours..." He wasn't being merciful in the teasing of the other fighter's prostate while he spoke those words directly into Andy's ear.

Andy moaned even louder, the smutty words only kindled his fire. He clawed at the sheets as the pleasure in his gut coiled tight and tighter. "Ooh yeah. I'm your slut. Fuck your slut Niisan. Fuck me hard."

Reaching down, Terry grabbed a fistful of pale hair and pulled the younger man up to a sitting position as he removed his fingers from that gripping hole. "Is that what you want, little uke?"

Andy gritted his teeth and growled, "Yes! Fuck me now!! Make me yours!!"

The older Bogard didn't move, "Are you giving me orders, Andy?"

Andy immediately softened his tone. "No, Niisan."

"Good," Terry purred, "But you're going to have to be punished for that little slip up." He tugged on the lock of hair he still held, "I think having your lips wrapped around my cock will do nicely." He leaned in close, "Because that means it'll be all that much longer before I do fuck you, Andy."

Andy whimpered softly, he was already turned on beyond belief. Having his lips wrapped around the very thing he wanted driving into his prostate was only going to make it worse. He obeyed without complaint however, moving forward until Terry's dripping erection was only a whisper away from his lips. He took the throbbing length in his hand and used it to trace his lips, dipping his tongue into the slit every few seconds to like away the salty-sweet liquid gathering in dewy drops.

Moaning, Terry stroked the silky hair and fought back the urge to thrust. He knew that Andy must be frantic with need by now, but that didn't make his resolve crumble. His little brother wanted a master... Wanted him to be his master. If he went soft, that would disappoint Andy and he might seek out someone worse than Hauer. "That's good, Andy... very good."

Andy let out a small purr of pleasure and took the flushed red tip of his brother's cock into his mouth, sucking hard as he traced little patterns over the sensitive flesh with his tongue.

It felt so good, what Andy was doing, that Terry had to stop him very quickly so he didn't come right there, "That's enough..." He was panting with need but called on every ounce of control he had to not just roll the other fighter over and pound away.

Andy pulled back, licking away a drop of precum that connected his lip to the sweet trickle. "Did I do something wrong Niisan?"

"Oh, no, Andy... You were doing it just right. That's why I had to stop you." Terry tilted his brother's face up to his so that he could look into the beautiful eyes, "That, and I think you've been punished enough. I know what you want... It's time to give it to you."

Andy gave him a happy smile and nuzzled his new master's palm. "What position shall I take for you?"

"I'll let you choose it, Andy. How do you want me to fuck you," Terry threw that in to give his little uke added incentive to chose quickly.

Andy rolled over and got onto all fours. "We haven't tried this way yet.... and I want you to fuck me every way imaginable."

Scooting forward, Terry positioned himself and plunged in with a harsh groan. He wondered if Andy was always going to be this tight, "God, Andy... you still... feel so... good..." He leaned over the muscular back and bit into a shoulder, "I love you."

Andy hissed as his brother marked him with his teeth. "Aishite Terry, Niisan. Now could you please fuck me?"

Folding his hands over the broad shoulders, Terry pulled back and then drove himself in as deep as he could. After only a few such strokes, he nudged Andy's knees further apart to allow him to delve fully into the tight, hot cavity. He gave a test thrust to see how his beautiful little uke liked the slight alteration.

The younger Bogard let out a small shout, tossing his head back, causing his platinum blonde hair to fall in great soft waves over Terry's hands. "NIISAN!!" He shoved his hips back aggressively, begging for more.

"Did you like that, Andy," he grunted as he thrust in again, putting power behind it while he pinched a nipple with one hand.

Andy nodded, voice lost in his loud moan of pleasure. His hands gripped at the sheets, bunching them in his fists.

Using his other hand, Terry spread the knees further. With his brother's heavy martial arts training, it wouldn't bother him in the slightest save to make the penetration even more wonderful. He could tell he was hitting that small nub inside his brother's hot body. Andy's moans and cries sounded so sweet to his ears... He realized it was a good thing his walls were sound proofed.

Andy began shouting as his blood hummed with ecstasy of being taken so thoroughly by his brother. "T..TERRY!! AH YES!! Deeper...HARDER!! NIISAN!! Please..." The younger man concentrated and made his inner muscle grip even harder, wanting to please Terry the way he was pleasing him.

Groaning at the sudden tightness, Terry pounded relentlessly against his younger brother, control flown to the four winds. His fingers gripped Andy's hips with bruising force, striving to pull him back for each thrust. Sweat rolled off his forehead and down his back as he worked his pelvis back and forth. Each muscle in his body strained as he gave in to his instincts and concentrated only on the pleasure they both wanted.

Andy whimpered, it had never been quite this good. All thoughts of what he'd been through earlier had been obliterated. He was left only with the mind-numbing passion his Niisan was dragging from his body. His forced one hand to release it's hold on the sheets to reach for his dripping length, craving the extra dose of pleasure.

Growling at the tightening in his loins, the older Bogard let go of one hip and slipped that hand under Andy, letting it seek out his throbbing focus. It joined with another one and they slid along the shaft at a pace to match Terry's unforgiving thrusts. He was almost there and he bit down between the younger man's shoulder blades just over his spine. He needed to hear more of his little brother's cries of pleasure.

Andy let out one final scream of pleasure as he felt the teeth sink in and went over the edge. "AHH!! YES!!" The evidence of his release flowing over their joined hands and onto the sheets below. His arm and body shook as he fought the urge to collapse.

Over his back, Terry's hips snapped forward one last time, driving his swollen organ as deep as it could go. He erupted into his brother's cavity as it convulsed around him and moaned before laying a kiss on the small of Andy's back. Gently, he pulled the pale blond up against his chest and nuzzled the back of the neck pleasantly. "So loud and responsive... I think I like... this side of you... ototosan."

Andy smiled and arched up into the embrace. "I'm glad to have pleased you niisan." He purred, "You were wonderful."

"Glad to hear... it, Andy," Terry whispered a little breathlessly and buried his face in the silky hair. "I need to... to know... Tell me everything you... like, Andy. No matter what... or how much you think it's shameful..." His breath was starting to return now.

Andy thought a moment. "Okay, but can we get more comfortable first? As much as I love the feel of having you in me..." he gave an internal squeeze to the softening organ still buried inside him. "I prefer talking in a less suggestive position."

Terry gasped and then pulled out. Settling onto the bed, he drew Andy down to lay on his chest and began to sift his fingers through the soft pale locks, "Is this better?"

Andy sighed softly and nodded, reaching up to tangle his fingers in long golden hair. "Where do you want me to start?"

"What do you like most, Andy? I need to know... So I can keep you happy too." Terry smiled at his ototosan's obvious fondness for his hair being loose. He couldn't deny that he liked how it felt to have those strong hands toying with his golden tresses.

Andy bit his lip, and met his brother's gaze. He knew Terry didn't like Hauer, but honesty was always one of his strong points. ''That was another reason why I wanted you with me when I went with Hauer... I wanted to be seen with you. I like it when I'm watched."

Tenderly, Terry brushed a few strands of hair from his brother's eyes, "I see... I think I can keep you happy there... I know of a few places you might like..."

Andy paused in pressing a kiss to a tendril of golden hair and looked up questioningly. "Places?"

"There's some clubs out there that cater to... special needs..." replied the 'Lone Wolf.'

"You mean to choose someone to bring back?" asked the younger Bogard.

"No," Terry shook his head, "They're underground. They allow a lot more to go on than any normal club does. Even the ones Mai likes." He added the last with a grin, knowing how many Andy'd been dragged to before.

"Really, even the one where she clobbered the second runner up in the wet t-shirt contest for hitting on me?" He didn't mention said runner up had been another man.

"Could somebody fuck you out on the floor of that one without having to worry about cops and shit like that?"

Andy shook his head, feeling blood rush his nether regions. "They really allow that?"

"Yeah," Terry smiled at the flush that suddenly creeped up his brother's cheeks, "Just one thing, though."

Andy pulled himself away from the swirl of images that had begun to form in his imagination. "Hai, Niisan?"

The older Bogard met his eyes, "You'll be pinpointed as a slave in no time, Andy. Slaves without a mark of ownership are considered fair game." He hoped he didn't need to go into details about what that meant.

Andy dropped his gaze. "Lift my hair Terry, base of the neck."

Terry looked and saw a dye mark in his younger brother's hair, "What's this?"

Andy shrugged, "It isn't permanent, but he put it there so I'd have a little reminder he'd claimed me."

Shaking his head, Terry chuckled, "That's not quite it. In clubs like that, most slaves are collared."

"Oh..." Andy blushed. The mark suddenly seemed insignificant, and he felt another bit of his former master's hold on him slip away. *I wonder why he didn't collar me?*

The look drove in the realization that his little brother hadn't worn a collar and Terry smiled. If he wanted to keep Andy away from Hauer, he'd have to do things differently than the German did. Suddenly, the idea of the younger fighter in a collar seemed very appealing to him. "I'll get you a collar tomorrow..."

Andy brushed his fingers over his throat, trying to imagine how it would feel to have a collar there. He shivered slightly at the thought, to have so many know he belonged to Terry... A soft moan parted his lips as he nodded. "Yes...I'd like that Niisan."

"Even better about places like that," Terry whispered throatily in his brother's ear, "If it gets out that we're brothers, nobody's going to care." He pressed Andy close to his body, holding him with strong arms and just breathing in his scent.

Andy snuggled against his seme, enjoying the warmth and affection. "Mmm, so we really can be free. I won't have to keep from calling you Niisan."

"There's one here in the city," Terry purred into his ear, "Want me to take you there tomorrow night?"

"Definitely." Andy replied with a sensual smile.

Taking a fistful of hair without much gentleness, Terry pulled back just a bit and scored his teeth into Andy's neck, "Remember one thing, slave." He waited for the response before speaking again, using the time to make a few more bites.

Andy panted loudly with each new mark. "Yes...master?"

"You can do what you want out there," he growled into Andy's ear before nipping it, "But nobody is allowed to take you except me. Nobody:"

"Hai Niisan." moaned the younger man, raking his nails over Terry's chest.

Terry was really starting to get into this, "What else does my slave like?"

"Blindfolds, handcuffs...biting" he replied thinking of the way Terry's teeth on his flesh made him ache so sweetly.

"Did you add that last one because of me," Terry asked with a smile. He rolled Andy onto his back and let his eyes sweep down the chiseled muscular from. He was beautiful... and he'd given himself willingly to the older karateka. That was the single most important show of trust one could get, he though to himself.

Andy nodded, "Hai. I like what you make me feel Niisan. You'll keep me won't you?"

That made Terry blink, "Why wouldn't I, Andy?"

"I don't know... why didn't he? Maybe I stopped satisfying him... what if I stop satisfying you?"

Terry chuckled, "I think it was the other way around, Andy. I think he couldn't satisfy you." His fingers caressed the beautiful face of his brother, "Ototosan... I'll keep you. And I don't think there's a way in Hell you'd become boring."

"Domo, Niisan. I know you'll keep your word." Andy said with a bright smile that slowly grew more sultry. "But shouldn't you be telling me what you like Niisan? I can't please my master unless I can anticipate his desires."

"Where's the fun in that," Terry whispered. "If I told you everything, then you'd have nothing left to discover." He smiled and ran a finger along one elegant cheekbone, "So beautiful..."

Andy blinked, that was new as well. Hauer had given him very specific orders on what he was to do and when to do it. His eyes closed at the gentle sweep of his brother's finger. "You...you'll allow me to explore?" he asked, not quite believing.

Gentle lips brushed over each eyelid, "Yes."

"When?" came a reply that didn't quite cover his eagerness.

"Tomorrow," Terry whispered, "When we get back from the club." He reached over Andy and flicked off the lamp, "Now, though... we need sleep."

Andy pouted, and had the sudden urge to hit him in the head with a pillow the way he had when they were children. It faded though as he realized he was going to be curled up against Terry all night without having to keep his hands away. He snuggled against the older karateka and searched in the darkness until he found a tendril of hair, and began twirling it slowly as he drifted to sleep.

~TBC

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