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Beyond All Morals	By : Tokugawa-Blitzer Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 21606 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Office Space

Harry sat on the black chesterfield in Snape's quarters, book in hand, contently reading for his next Charms exam. He only had three classes today and decided that he would spend the rest of his day in the dungeons relaxing. It was such a relief some days, leaving the boisterous Gryffindor tower to seek refuge with Snape in the dungeons. He only came down to these rooms on the weekend, but Ron and Hermione were driving him insane with their bickering. They fight like they're already married! Harry snorted, remembering their latest quarrel.

It was around six when Snape finally entered his rooms. He looked just as imposing as ever- but Harry noticed the way he leaned forward slightly, the creases of a frown forming on the corners of his lips. The man's eyes were dulled, his face appearing withered and tired. His dealings with the Potions Master had taught him all the different signals of his moods, and right now he looked both agitated and exhausted- never a good combination for the already cynical Potions Master.

"You look like shit." Harry said dryly, a smirk playing at his lips. Their relationship was odd at best, but honestly was an unspoken agreement.

Snape ignored the comment, rolling his eyes; he moved to collapse on the couch next to the boy. Harry tried to keep on reading but the waves of Snape's bad mood made him squirm with discomfort.

"What happened?" Harry asked as he sat the book down on the coffee table and eyed him curiously.

"The usual idiocy. First years blowing up cauldrons, getting the contents everywhere in the process." Snape grumbled, letting his head rest on the back of the couch. Harry tried not the snicker at his misfortune.

He picked up Severus' hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing the pads of each finger lightly before kissing the palm. Snape shuddered at the contact, a little bit of the tension receding. It wasn't enough though and Harry had an idea.

"Sit up Snape." Harry touched the man's shoulder coaxing him to lean forward. Severus groaned and allowed Harry to slip in between his back and the chesterfield.

"Let me make you feel better, Severus." Harry whispered into the older man's ear.

He brought his hands up to the Snape's shoulders, rubbing gently at the knots that had formed in the muscles. Harry had never been known for his brilliance in potions, his fingers weren't amazingly skilled or precise like Severus', but they were doing wonders for stress in Snape's body. The sounds Severus was making were slightly arousing, he enjoyed the feel of Harry's hands on his body. Making him feel better.

Harry pulled Severus back so he was resting against his chest as he wrapped his arms around the man's middle and held him close. Severus sighed closing his eyes and relaxing into the comfortable embrace, allowing himself to be held. Harry nuzzled the side of his face lovingly, pressing tender kisses into the warm skin every now and then.

They had grown closer since the initial fucks, their actions escalating into these soft touches as they had spent more and more time together. Over the course of a few weeks, Harry had begun visiting Severus' chambers, no longer unwilling to venture into the dungeons.

An odd smell suddenly invaded Harry's senses, his nose wrinkled and hair stood on end. He had a feeling that he knew what it was as he sniffed at Severus' hair and robes, gagging in the process.

"Yuck! Merlin Severus, you smell horrid!" Harry exclaimed as he covered his nose with both hands. He could feel the low rumble emanating from Snape's chest as he laughed. "What in the hell did you make those first years brew?"

"It certainly wasn't a calming draught." Snape said dryly.

"You need a shower." Harry wiggled his way out from behind his Snape, making his way to the bathroom.

He turned on the water, letting it warm up. He tugged off his shirt and tossed it into the clothes basket as he opened a cabinet door; fishing out a couple of thick towels and hanging them up on the hooks on the wall.

"Let's go, you smell like Hagrid's house and I haven't got all day!" Harry yelled, crossing his arms over his chest tapping his foot in false irritation.

Snape smirked as he appeared at the doorway of the bathroom, eying Harry's bare chest appreciatively, hunger gleaming in his eye.

"Are you going to strip, or do I need to do that for you as well Mr. Snape?" Harry raised an eyebrow, imitating Snape's mannerisms as he attempted to mimic the older man's deep voice.

"You are very insolent, Mr. Potter." Severus retorted, raising his own eyebrow in a challenge. "This is the only reason I keep you around. You would make a wretched servant otherwise." Harry laughed and wiggled a finger at Severus, motioning for him to come closer.

"You are far too proud to use anything but house elves, Severus. Even that's pushing it." Harry scoffed. His fingers began dealing with the absurd amount of buttons on Severus' clothing. The man really should consider updating his wardrobe to something from this century.

The Potions Master let his hands roam lightly over Harry's bare skin as the young man tried to strip him. He traced random patterns into the creamy skin, causing goose bumps to form on the places his fingers brushed. He heard Harry growl in frustration, it was adorable watching his Harry try and disrobe him. He knew how the many buttons annoyed his young lover to no end.

Snape chuckled when Harry dropped his arms to his sides in defeat, pouting. "You need to wear something with less buttons." He muttered.

He smiled grabbing one of Harry's hands and bringing it up to his chest, to the last button Harry managed to undo before he gave up. Severus trailed both hands down his chest and with a bit of magic the buttons of both the frock coat and the shirt underneath popped open with little effort. Harry's face was a cross between a glower and a pout.

"That's not fair! You'll have to teach me that trick. Merlin knows I can't get them open the other way." Harry grumbled.

"Perhaps if you behave yourself." Severus mused, smirking as he planted a kiss on Harry's forehead. "Get in."

With a huff Harry tugged off the last of his clothing and stepped into the warm spray. He sighed as the water hit his skin, relaxing his muscles as the cascading water danced over his body. Severus shed the last of his clothing and stepped into the shower behind Harry. He sighed and pulled Harry into his chest, holding him tightly, pressing kisses into the skin of Harry's neck.

Harry tried to push himself closer to the other body, eager to rub against the very obvious erection of his Potions Master, earning him a low groan. Harry chuckled and unwound the arms wrapped around his middle and turned to face Severus.

"You're just as randy as those teenagers you teach." Harry teased.

"You are to blame, of course." Severus murmured as he leaned into to press his lips to Harry's.

Their kiss was chaste and Harry broke away too soon- earning him a growl and a glare from Severus. Harry had since become immune to his scathing looks and insults, they just made Harry grin.

"Don't be a git, Severus. It's shower time not play time." Harry admonished him. "Now, turn around." He commanded.

Severus turned around as he was told, attempting to ignore the portion of his mind that was berating him for letting his student issue him commands. Harry wasted no time in lathering his hands up with soap, pulling Snape so he was standing flush with his back to Harry's front. Harry slowly rubbed the suds across Severus' body, starting with his tensed shoulders, working his way down the man's arms one at a time, massaging as he went. He applied more soap to Snape's back, rubbing out the leftover knots, and tracing his fingers over lingering scars.

Snape let himself relax more in the arms of his partner as those gentle hands found their way to his chest. The fingers massaged and spread the suds over the expanse of his front, trailing down his sides and squeezing at his hips. The fingers covered the coarse hair of his belly and groin in suds, he groaned as his throbbing erection was avoided completely. Harry chuckled and continued at his slow pace. He knelt down and worked his fingers around the defined muscles of Snape's thighs and lower legs, making sure to get the feet.

"Turn back around." Harry ordered.

The suds on the front of Severus were washed away with the spray of the water, falling gently around Harry's face. He gently pushed Snape back into the wall; there was a sharp intake of breath as warm skin met with chilled tiles. Harry stared back up at Snape as he rubbed at the man's inner thighs, bringing his hands up to squeeze his hips again.

Just as Snape was about to protest the lack of attention to his greedy erection, the boy's mouth was at his head, tongue circling it slowly.

A guttural moan fell from the older man's lips. Harry's mouth was warm and slick, slowly taking his time encasing the whole of the member in his heat. Snape snaked his hands into the wet locks of Harry's head, lightly tugging and dragging his fingers through the mop of raven hair causing the young man to shudder with such intensity. He peaked down at Harry, admiring the way his eyes were shut in concentration, and how his cheeks were hollowed as he sucked forcefully making his cock twitch pleasantly.

He could feel the very light touch of teeth grazing over the vein under his cock and the absurdly sensitive spot just under its head- the sensation was absolutely maddening. A questing hand snuck its way to his firm bum; it groped him before moving on to the crease between his cheeks, the fingers dipped in and danced upon the pucker they discovered there. The action caused Severus to buck his hips forward further into Harry's mouth, knees buckling underneath him.

Harry carefully pressed a finger into Severus- the man grunting heavily with the intrusion. He wiggled his finger around searching for that sweet spot. There was a low moan as he managed to hit the bundle of nerves just right. Harry released the member from his mouth and gripped it tight with his free hand, admiring the pre-cum that gathered at the tip.

"Perhaps if you stare long enough it'll do a trick." Snape said wryly.

Harry growled and devoured Snape's cock with more vigor this time. He rubbed at the man's prostate fervently; sucking and licking as he bobbed his head in time with the strokes of his finger. Snape pulled at Harry's hair tighter, the twinge of pain was ignored in favor of the building climax.

The Potions Master threw his head back as he saw stars, cumming violently. Jets of warm cum pulsed into Harry's mouth. The boy skillfully caught every last drop and cleaned the now deflated penis, releasing it from its prison and removing the finger from the man's bum. Snape grunted trying to keep himself from sliding down the wall of the shower as he shook with the aftermath.

"Is that considered a trick Snape?" Harry asked cheekily; a grin on his face.

Snape ignored the question and dragged Potter up roughly by his hair that his hands were still threaded in, kissing him deeply as he stood at full height. He loved the taste of Harry and himself combined, it was better than anything he'd ever had the pleasure of tasting. However, the kiss was brief; Harry's obnoxious erection was firmly pressed into his upper thigh and needed attending to. He kept eye contact with Harry while he let his hand sneak down to deal with the offending flesh.

The rough touch forced a throaty moan out of Harry- the pace was so fast, Severus' fingers adding precise pressure at random intervals. The younger wizard gripped at Snape's shoulders like they were his last life line. The ministrations had Harry screaming his lover's name as he shot streams of white fluid between them.

"I've told you how much I love your hands, haven't I?" Harry spoke breathlessly, resting his head on Severus' chest.

"Hmmm." Was all Snape could manage.

Harry chuckled and poked Severus' chest with his index finger, "Get your hair washed, greasy git." He teased, Severus cracked an eye open to send him a half-assed glare.

"Dinner is in ten minutes." He slipped out of the shower, tugging a towel off the hook and wrapping it around himself as he exited the bathroom.

Finally managing to look somewhat presentable, they left the dungeons and took their time heading up to the great hall for dinner.

"Well Potter, you look like you had a good shag." Draco pointed out, smirking at Harry as they entered the Great Hall together.

"I just showered, I don't know how I look like I've been shagged." Harry retorted as he sat down at the table with his friends.

"You have that 'just shagged in the shower' kind of look." Draco countered, walking up to the Gryffindor table.

"When was the last time you got shagged then, Draco? You seem to be such an expert," he responded haughtily, lifting an eyebrow questioningly.

Draco's cheeks dawned a pink tint as he glared at Harry who just laughed at the expression. "Shut it!" He stormed off to join his goons at the Slytherin table. Harry's friends burst into laughter.

"There's a party going on in the common room tonight Harry, you gonna join us?" Ron asked with his mouth full.

"Nah, I've got some plans made. Thanks though mate," He replied, taking a sip of his pumpkin juice.

"What sort of plans? They don't have anything to do with Snape do they?"

"Actually yeah. He doesn't know about them yet but I'm sure he'll find time in his busy schedule to accommodate them." Harry smirked as Ron gave him the most bizarre look, almost like he wanted to choke.

"Oh Harry, what do you have planned then?" Hermione queried gently.

"Nothing special. Might have our own party in Dumbledore's office while he's out." He replied, waggling his eyebrows as he went. "The professors are having their monthly meeting tonight. I don't plan on letting Snape make it." The table was in a fit of giggles again from everyone but Ron, as the red head's mouth opened in shock, still stuffed with food.

Harry felt a prickling sensation on his skin. One that he only felt when he knew Snape was staring. He turned his head to have a look, as the curious eyes of Severus Snape scrutinized the Gryffindor table thoroughly and he locked his gaze with Harry. The young wizard just gave him a smirk and then winked.

Severus glared harder, he had a gut feeling that the brat had something planned, and it made him worry for his health.

Severus was making his way from his office to the Teachers Lounge on the fourth floor. The students were all in their common rooms doing Merlin knows what while the professor's had their monthly meeting to sort out their projects, issues, and concerns.

He made sure to check in on his Slytherins, making it crystal clear that he would not tolerate shenanigans while the meeting was going on. They were a sly bunch so telling them to behave would probably have the opposite effect. It was a shame that interceptor spells and the like were illegal- he would love to catch students in the act of breaking school rules.

The torches that lit the halls had dimmed or extinguished when the students were herded into their common rooms, giving the professors an edge when stalking the halls for students out of bed. The shadows became useful hiding spots; the dark distorted their whereabouts, and hid them well. Tonight the fires were out.

Severus was just getting ready to turn into the corridor to the lounge when something from the shadows grabbed on to his arm and yanked him close. On instinct Severus drew his wand and pressed his attacker into the wall, his wand at the exposed throat, cloak billowing behind him. There was a pained grunt from the other, the heavy breaths making Severus' hair tickle his face and neck.

"I like it rough, Snape, but the wand is a bit much don't you think?" Harry spoke hoarsely.

"Potter! I should have known." Severus growled and lowered his wand. "It is good to know that you gave up petrifying innocent bi-standards."

"You're about as innocent as inferi." Harry chuckled darkly. "I would appreciate it if you'd stop pinning me to the wall, unless you want to fuck me here."

Severus released his attacker and took a step back, arms across his chest scowling at the antics of one Harry Potter. He wasn't surprised at all.

"Now if you are done accosting people in the dark, I'm going to be late for the meeting." Severus turned to walk away.

Harry grabbed Severus' arm to prevent him from escaping, "Yup, you are going to be late. In fact, you aren't even going- I've got other plans for you." He tugged at Snape, pulling him back towards the moving stair cases. Severus struggled a bit trying to free his arm from the clutches of his captor.

"Potter, really, I haven't got time for fooling around…" He tried to argue as he was dragged up a flight of stairs. Harry was strong for a teenage brat.

Harry stopped mid step and faced Severus, smiling at him innocently. "Snape, let me put it this way. You can either come with me and have some fun, OR you can sit in the Teachers Lounge for an hour and a half, bored out of your mind. Please take your pick."

Snape eyed him for a moment then opened his mouth to complain some more before Harry interrupted him.

"If you say no I'll drag you up there myself. Petrified." Harry threatened.

"Potter—"

"I know what you are thinking and you can't rape the willing." Harry grinned as Severus' face twisted into an outraged sneer. Harry took that as consent and he dragged Severus up several more flights of stairs to the sixth floor. Severus noted that Harry was a bit more cautious on this floor, poking his head around the corners to make sure the coast was clear, and nearly tip-toeing to make sure there wasn't much noise.

They eventually found themselves in front of the gargoyle that guarded the entrance to the Headmaster's office. What could Harry have planned that included getting into the Headmaster's office?

Then the realization hit him like a freight train as the memory from a few weeks prior came flooding back to him. Harry's voice echoed in his mind as he remembered the night in the empty classroom several weeks ago.

"Next time we're doing this in Dumbledore's office."

It dawned on him what Harry wanted to do in that room and a shiver of anticipation vibrated through his spine from the base of his skull to the very tip of his tail bone. Harry gave Severus one of those heart melting smiles as he whispered the password "Cotton Candy" and the gargoyle moved aside so they could enter. Severus' heart hammered in his chest and his blood pumped painfully through his arteries, heat bubbled excitedly in his gut.

Harry slowly led him up the stairs and into the tower. The room was dimmed and thankfully Fawkes was nowhere in sight. It was rather awkward having an extra pair of eyes around while you're fucking.

The desk was mostly bare, so no important papers were in danger of getting messy. There were a couple bowls of sweets- lemon drops and what looked to be gum drops- as well as an ink well and some quills. Some blank parchment was neatly stacked in the corner.

Harry tugged Severus along towards the desk.

He turned to face Severus as he slowly backed into the edge of the desk, pulling Snape to him, letting the body of the older wizard press into his. The warmth of the second body burned through him like acid- the weight of Severus was making his own body scream with delight. Harry grabbed hold of the front of the older wizard's outer robe and pulled him in close, staring into those molten eyes. Severus' hair tickled his cheeks gently.

He ghosted his lips first over Severus' lips, teasing the man by withholding the searing kisses. He trailed his mouth across Snape's left cheek, gently brushing away locks of hair as he continued on to the sensitive skin of Severus' ear.

"I want you so bad." Harry whispered, running his hands up and down Severus' chest slowly.

Severus growled and gripped Harry's hips tightly; he latched his mouth on to Potter's neck. He nipped, bit, licked, sucked, and kissed that soft exposed flesh and ground his pelvis in the young wizard's. The rough movement of his cock grinding into Harry's was mind-blowing; his Harry was turning into mush in his arms. The sweet sounds spilling from that wonderful mouth echoed in the room and spurred Severus on further, leaving dark angry marks on Harry's neck. He snuck his hands under Harry's shirt, exploring the skin underneath slowly, tweaking his nipples.

Harry was babbling incoherent sentences, grinding himself into Severus shamelessly. Severus threaded his fingers through that fine black hair and pulled the young man up into a searing kiss. Harry was impatient as usual; he used his tongue to pry open Severus lips so he could sneak into that sharp mouth. There wasn't much prying, however, as Snape granted Harry access immediately after he felt that tongue start to wiggle its way in. The intensity of the kiss itself was over powering, intoxicating, addicting. Severus could nearly cum from just the forcefulness of Harry's eager tongue.

Snape broke the kiss, resting his forehead on Harry's, panting. "What do you want?" He asked, managing to grind his body into Harry's a bit harder, earning him a guttural moan.

"I-I—" Severus hooded eyes glittered with amusement as Harry tossed his head back. He loved how easily he could dismantle Harry's control when it was so often the boy that dominated him.

"Tell me what you want, my Harry." Severus whispered against Harry's lips, "You must tell me what you want. I can't do anything until you tell me."

"Touch me," Harry panted. "I want you to touch me. Mmmm….so bad."

"I am touching you." Proving a point, Severus slid his hands along Harry's sides and kissed the corner of the younger wizard's mouth.

"You're a bastard, did you know that?" Harry growled and bared his teeth, shoving Severus backwards.

Severus was momentarily caught off guard, as Harry stripped off his tee-shirt and kicked off his shoes. He made quick work of the button and zipper on his trousers, as he tried to slip them off his body. Severus leaned down, swatting the boy's hands away and lowered them himself. Harry stepped out of his jeans and impatiently knocked parchment and the bowls of candy off the desk. He spread himself on top, knees up and ass exposed. Severus loved it when Harry got bossy, it did the most wonderful things to him.

"Touch me." Harry commanded

"I'll take care of you, my Harry. I promise." Snape reassured him.

Severus stepped forward to stand in front of an exposed Harry, running his hands up his legs and then down his thighs. He could feel the goose bumps that formed as touched. Harry's breath hitched as Severus reached his crotch- tracing lightly over his testicles, cupping them and rolling them between his fingers. Harry's head lolled side to side and he gasped and moaned.

Severus wrapped his free hand around Harry's cock and pumped slowly. The hand fondling Harry's balls retreated for a moment to produce a crystal phial from his trouser pockets, with clear viscous liquid inside. He set it next to Harry on the desk for now, returning to the neglected sac and continuing his slow torture.

Happy with the results of his sac torture, Severus moved his hand to pester the young man's perineum as he stroked away at Harry's eager cock. Severus admired how Harry writhed around on the desk so wantonly while he touched him, unashamed of how much pleasure he was receiving from the man.

"Sev'rus—" Harry gasped, "—I'm close." He wiped beads of perspiration that formed on his forehead. Harry could feel the coils of his climax tightening in his belly, a few more good strokes and he would explode.

One more teasing stroke and Severus stopped completely, preventing Harry from cumming. It didn't take Severus much time to start shedding his own clothing. As Severus tugged his trousers down he let them pool at his feet, erection pointing at Harry's ass like it could sense that Harry wanted to be filled.

Severus picked up the crystal phial and popped off the stopper, coating a couple fingers in the warm oil, his fingers ghosted over the entrance of the young man's bum. Harry sat up abruptly, reaching out desperately to grab the hand.

"No stretching. I want to feel it as is. Please." Harry begged. The lovely pink color on his cheeks and the way his beautiful eyes shined made Severus pause. How could he deny such a request?

"As you wish, Harry." He concluded. "Be wary, it will be more painful." He warned.

Severus poured a bit more liquid into the palm of his hand so he could at least offer some lubrication. He rubbed it over his cock as Harry, still propped up on his arms, observed. He lifted Harry's legs up and hooked them over his shoulders, positioning himself against the pucker. Before pressing in he leaned over and kissed Harry hard.

"Tell me, who do you belong to, Harry?" Severus pressed into that guardian ring, keeping himself slow and steady. Harry sucked lung fulls of air as he felt the burn of the intrusion.

Harry swallowed and tried to get his voice to work,"Y-you… I belong…to you!"

He cried out as Severus pushed himself in all the way, rewarding Harry's correct answer. Harry found himself addicted to the fullness of Severus cock inside of him. He was grounded to the desk by not only Severus but the burning pleasure that plowed through him.

Severus gave Harry a fleeting moment to adjust as there was no real preparation, but he soon forgot about everything as Snape canted his hips forward and into him hard. The pace was set rather fast, and Harry was grateful that the man didn't have the patience to start out at slow and gentle. He cried out and begged for more, harder and faster. Just as Severus brought up a hand to take care of Harry's prick, the boy smacked it away.

"Talk to me. I can come from...your voice alone." Harry grunted as Snape hammered into him roughly.

Severus found his request far more interesting that the lack of proper prep work.

"What do you want me to say?"

Harry moaned, "…Anything."

Severus combed the vast recesses of his mind in search for something to say. What does one say to his young student lover- especially while fucking him senseless in the Headmaster's office?

His lips upturned into a sly smirk as a memory popped into the front of his mind.

"I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses." Harry's eyes flickered at the memory, his toes curling as the sound of Severus' silky voice hit his ear drums. This had been the first moment that he had began to have sexual thoughts about his Professor, years ago.

"I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death." Harry let his arms collapse under the weight of his pleasure as he tightly gripped the edge of the desk. He came with a deafening shout, arching up; warm ribbons of cum covered his chest and belly.

In the background the door to the office could be heard opening.

Harry was in a state of euphoria and couldn't hear the noise, though Severus had heard it. He had no doubts of what would happen if they were caught. Albus HAD said that he could never repay Severus for endangering his life to spy on the Dark Lord…

He looked over his shoulder slowly, continuing to pound into his young lover's body, recognizing the intruder to be Dumbledore. Severus couldn't help the devilish grin that spread across his face like fiend fire.

Though Albus could not see Harry's naked body, the Headmaster looked like he wanted to faint- it was priceless. Looking back to Harry, and with one more brutal thrust, he came undone. Warmth spread through Harry's body.

He braced himself on the desk and admired the look of satisfaction on Harry's face. He watched as an errant stream of white liquid oozed down Harry's sweaty skin and dripped on to the desk under him.

The door to the office was closed a bit louder this time, pulling Harry from his dream-state.

"Was that who I think it was?" He asked breathlessly.

"Yes." Severus' reply was drenched in amusement.

"If you're up for round two, we should do it in his chair next." Harry suggested

"Bloody teenagers..." Severus mumbled, pushing Harry's legs off his shoulders.

Albus made his way bemusedly back into the lounge where the rest of the professors were chatting idly, waiting for him to return. Minerva gave him a questioning look as he made his way over to her. She couldn't really describe the look that was on his face, he looked rather pale. It looked like someone had raided his secret candy stash.

"What happened?" She asked. The other professors realized he had returned and stared at him just like Minerva had. Wanting to avoid complete embarrassment for now, he leaned into whisper into his colleague's ear. The room was filled with her maniacal laughter when he leaned away.

"You're joking!" She managed to say while she split her sides in hysterical laughter.

"I'm afraid not." He murmured.

"Well, what happened?" Sinistra queried.

Albus hesitated, deciding that the other teachers had a right to know. He turned red before replying, "It seems that...Severus and Harry decided to have…erm…intimate relations… in my office. I don't think I could ever use that desk properly again."

The rest of the professors joined Minerva in hysterical laughter, some expressing shock and horror before giggling and finally giving into the oddness of the situation.

Poor desk indeed.
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