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That Which Binds Us	By : Leloi Category: S through Z > Star Trek (2009) > Star Trek (2009) Views: 6287 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-That Which Binds Us
- 1
Note: Yeah... made up some Vulcan biology to deal with T'hy'la joining. Hopefully it doesn't completely throw you.

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“What was so important that you had to meet with us, Ambassador Spock?” James T. Kirk asked as he sat back in his chair in the conference room.
“I have a dilemma, Jim and I hoped that you could be of service.”
“Of course, Ambassador, anything you need.” Kirk swiveled in his chair to give his first officer a cheerful wink.
Puzzled, the younger Spock looked between his captain and his future self.
“It is about a Vulcan matter called Pon Farr.” Spoke Prime stated.
“Pon what?” Kirk asked.
“We do not speak of such matters to out worlders.” The first officer gave the other Vulcan a confused look. “It would be illogical to speak of it to the captain.”
“It is logical.” The Ambassador replied with a careful look to his younger self. “You have not yet reached it.”
“That is a private matter.”   The first officer bowed his head.
“Captain I require your aid.”
“In what? What are we talking about?”
“Pon Farr is a Vulcan’s time of mating. The body undergoes a radical change and all emotions begin to break through. The goal is to mate. The only other option is death.” Spock Prime kept his eyes on the other Spock. “My bondmate back in my own time went missing but was not killed. I could make due with others around me, but none to take the place of my missing mate. However in this timeline my bondmate’s counterpart exists. I will not be able to use an alternate.”
“Do you need assistance locating your mate?” Spock asked carefully.
“No. I know exactly where they are. The problem is that they are not experienced in the ways of having a Vulcan mate. It can be rather… traumatic. You are me, Spock. I require your assistance in preparing that mate.”
Spock hesitated for only a moment. “Of course. That would be logical. You would not see yourself as a rival. Who is your bondmate?”
“T’hy’la.” Ambassador Spock whispered, staring straight at Kirk.
Kirk’s breath caught, his focus captured as he stared across his desk. The word involved something he couldn’t quite remember but knew. There was something that had echoed in his mind during the Ambassador’s meld with him back on Delta Vega.
Beside Kirk, Spock noticed the gasp and the intensity of the stare between his captain and his future self. His eyes widened a moment in surprise. Carefully he observed Kirk, finding the captain to be an interesting shade of red often associated with embarrassment.   But then Jim turned his attention in him and Spock saw fear in the human’s eyes.
“Mating?” Kirk’s voice quivered.
“Sexual congress… far more intense than you have ever experienced before.” Spock Prime clarified. “I am sorry to ask this of you, Jim.”
“If I don’t then you will… die?” Kirk asked, his color draining away.
“I could not bond with another while my mate is alive. Again I am sorry. My T’hy’la had time to think it over before we mated. Both of us had mated before and our mates died.”
“So he was your second mate?” Spock asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I was foolish and did not allow myself to seek him out my first mating. But he was always my T’hy’la.”
“What do I do?” Kirk asked in a small voice. His mind milled over the prospect of being a sexual partner to the future Spock.
“Unfortunately you will be in the submissive role. All I can advise you to do is to prepare your body and your mind. Then, perhaps this time will not be so difficult for you.” Spock Prime replied. “I am just beginning my time. I will need you in two weeks.”
Kirk nodded, covering his face with his hands.
Spock Prime stood, staring at the overwhelmed captain and then at his younger self. “I am truly sorry that I have to rush you into this without sufficient time to prepare you. I did not anticipate the affect melding with you would have on me to reestablish the link I thought missing.”
Kirk waved him off, not even pretending to care about protocol as he remained seated.
Spock stood. His eyes were on his captain, a slight look of thoughtfulness on his face, working out what he had just volunteered for.
“Be gentle with him. It will be his first time.” Spock Prime gave his counterpart a warm smile. “I will not take that from you. You must experience this with him before he comes to me.”
The three of them paused there, each awash in thoughts of the prospect of the coming ritual.
“I will take my leave now to meditate and prepare.” Spock Prime excused himself. “We are to travel to New Vulcan for the ritual.”
When the older Vulcan departed, the younger turned to his captain. “We should begin preparations, captain. I will come to your quarters after alpha shift ends.”
Kirk nodded again. “You have the bridge, Spock. I think I need to be relieved of duty today.”
“Indeed. These events have been rather enlightening.”
^.~
Kirk sat on his bed, his hands on his knees, staring at the floor. A small amount of fear gripped him. Did Spock really intend to train him in sexual relations with a Vulcan? Vaguely he remembered his class on xenobiology. Did Vulcans even have similar anatomy? Did this mean Spock’s penis would enter his…?
The door chimed and he stared at it a moment, panicking.   Taking a deep breath he tried to calm his racing heart. “Come.”
Spock entered, standing by the door as it slid shut. “Jim?”
“I’m in the bedroom.”
Coolly the Vulcan strolled to the bedroom as if he wasn’t about to do something rather intimate with his captain. “Are you ready to begin?”
Kirk’s hands gripped his thighs as he stared up at his first officer. “I don’t know.”
A thoughtful moment passed with Spock assessing Jim’s face. “Then prepare yourself.”
“For what?”
“For what I am about to do.”
“And that would be…?”
A faint hint of a smile passed Spock’s lips for only a moment. There was a fiery intensity about his eyes. All at once he was on top of Kirk, pinning him to the bed.
“What the hell?!”
“Vulcans are twice as strong as any human. The desire to mate will overpower all logic and he will take you whether you are prepared or not, mindlessly finding a way to overpower you. What should you do in response?”
Kirk struggled a bit, trying to unpin himself from Spock’s grip. “I don’t know…”
“You submit.”
“Submit?” Kirk echoed, fear in his blue eyes.
“Yes, Jim. Submit to anything his body demands of yours.” Clearly pleased with his own point, Spock pulled up both of Kirk’s knees, lying down between them, his hips pushing up against the younger man’s. “He will claim you over and over even past your breaking point.”
“I’m a bit worried about that part.” Kirk replied, fear in his eyes. “Just what will he do to me?”
“Have you ever experienced sex?” Spock asked, somewhat smug. Of course he knew his captain had experiences at least with women. His reputation was that of a ladies’ man.
“Not with another male!” Kirk protested. “I mean I know theoretically how it happens…”
“Let us try a test run.” Spock pulled off of Jim and stood before him. “Remove your clothing.”
“Now? You want to do it now?” Kirk gaped at his first officer.
“You need to prepare yourself for his time of pon farr. He will join with both your body and your mind. You only have two weeks to get used to the sensation.” Of course Spock was logical.
Eyeing Spock, Kirk began to undress before sitting naked on the edge of the bed. Spock’s eyes were upon him as well and it seemed they slid down his body, assessing him. “Look, I’m sorry.”
“There is no need for you to apologize.” Spock replied, carefully removing his own clothing.
“It seems like you’re forced into this.” Kirk answered.
“I volunteered.” Spock corrected him. “The only one able to prepare you other than my other self is me.”
“That was before you knew it was me.”
“I know that my counterpart finds you to be important. There was always the probability that your counterpart was T’hy’la to him. I was a little surprised, but it was something I had considered part of the equation.” His clothes gone, Spock continued to stand, shivering slightly in the cool room.
“You’re cold. Come on.” Kirk indicated the bed, pulling down the sheets to climb under them. His eyes were on Spock’s groin, wondering where the penis was for a Vulcan.
“This is not the way he will mate you.” Spock responded, but gratefully took advantage of the blankets to keep warm.
“I remember your demonstration, yeah thanks.” Kirk whispered, lying on his back, remembering the helplessness. Would it be thick and long? Would it hurt when it entered him?
“You are afraid.”   It wasn’t a question.
“I am nervous.” Kirk corrected. “Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. I’ve never had another male desire me.”
Spock stared at his captain for some time, visually monitoring his breathing and dilation of pupils.
“I am sorry. It must piss you off that I am to be mated to your future self. I don’t want you to hate me for it.”
“How can you hate a part of yourself?” Spock countered. “You are T’hy’la.”
“I am his T’hy’la.” Kirk corrected his first officer.
Spock was silent for a time, studying his captain. Finally he reached out, running two fingers along the careless stubble of Kirk’s chin. “We must practice.” His words were soft and heavy.
Kirk shut his eyes at the touch, feeling an odd sort of ache in his heart. There was a kind of emptiness waiting to be filled. “I don’t know anything about Vulcan anatomy.”
Spock kicked off the blankets and lay exposed to the chill and his captain’s eyes.
Kirk rolled over to face the Vulcan, his fingertips lightly traced down Spock’s chest to his abdomen to slit and mound. “What is this?”
“That is where my body creates sperm.” Spock replied. “It would be comparable to your scrotum and testicles.” Shutting his eyes he tried to relax to the sensation of Kirk’s touch.
“And this?” Kirk asked, running his fingertip up and down the slit. Something green poked out of the slit with the touch. It grew with Kirk’s touch, slipping out until it was fully exposed. “Your penis?” Experimentally he touched it. “Oily…” His fingers tested the liquid that seemed to come from the shaft.
“For T’hy’la mating.” Spock whispered, his head thrown back just a bit with what appeared to be pure bliss.
“T’hy’la mating?” Kirk echoed.
“It is for less anal friction and damage to rectum during joining.”
“Vulcans are prepared for anything…” Kirk mused.
“Jim…” Spock breathed, holding up a hand. “Let me meld with you.”
Kirk shifted his position, looking down at his first officer. “You’ve never asked that of me before.”
“That was before you were T’hy’la.” Spock responded. His fingertips found the meld points and linked them together.
Kirk shivered, Spock’s mind washing over him in a series of intense waves. There was a bit of everything, flashes of Spock’s life up to that point. Vaguely he was aware that Spock was witnessing flashes of his own life. “T’hy’la” There was the elder Spock’s presence in his mind with his first meld. A sense of mind numbing, deep loss overwhelmed them when the other Jim had been taken away. “I could not save you…” Spock Prime’s thoughts were strong, filled with deep, aching loneliness.
Gasping for air, Spock broke the meld. “T’hy’la…” The word whispered between them as he wrapped his arms around his captain’s body. His body resonated with his other self’s loneliness. Rolling them over, Spock impatiently planted himself between Kirk’s legs. The loss was overpowering and his urge was great to fill it and reconfirm the link he had experienced through the senses of the elder Spock. The rendering of his mind and soul when the other Kirk had been torn away and the continued ache, feeling his mind lost somewhere he could not reach and take comfort from. Without any preparation Spock slid into the body below him… his T’hy’la. There was a feeling of gratitude for his elder self’s realization that this first union was important to establish a life long link. His T’hy’la’s body was tight and hot, tempting the animal within to take over and rut as if he too were in pon farr.
Surprise filled Kirk at the abrupt end of the meld. It had ended with an overwhelming sense of longing and loss, not his own but of Spock’s. His eyes were on Spock, watching as the Vulcan rolled him over onto his back and slid into him. It hurt only a little, mostly from the sensation of being stretched. Spock slid in easily thanks to the oil but the pressure inside him was a little difficult to get used to. The cool creature above him in the form of a Vulcan thrust into him, with feral growls and passion. The passionate sex was more than a little surprising considering the otherwise controlled life of the Vulcan. “Spock…” Kirk whispered, trying to touch the face that held such intense concentration above him.
Spock’s eyes opened and he looked down at Kirk. An urge to bond overwhelmed him. Desperately he needed the connection. It was his right to claim his T’hy’la in such a manner. His fingers took the meld points again as he continued to thrust. “We are one in mind… one in thoughts… one being, my T’hy’la.”   It wasn’t a true binding. They would have to wait for his own pon farr for that. But the words were enough to alert his T’hy’la to his intentions. They would mate and bind.
“Spock…” Kirk tried again to capture the Vulcan’s attention. Slowly his ass was getting used to the fullness and wanting more, his erection evident. His hand touched the Vulcan’s cheek. “Can you kiss me?”
The thought hadn’t even occurred to Spock. His thrusts paused as he considered what his T’hy’la must think of him for neglecting such a basic human need. His Jim was human and needed to be kissed. Eagerly he leaned down, consuming his lover’s lips. The body continued the thrusts. With satisfaction he felt the body beneath him grow rigid as semen expelled between them. The captain’s ass tightened on him and he thrust in animal need to complete his own thrusts. Curling around the body beneath him he emptied. His lips forgotten for a moment as he struggled to regain his mind. “We are one.” His whisper was hot from exertion upon his lover’s lips… a complete contrast to his skin temperature.
Kirk lay there for a time, utterly spent and sore. Never had he imagined that being with another male could be so… good. And most certainly he had never considered it with Spock. “Damn! That was intense…” The captain breathed. “You weren’t joking. I thought you were going to split me in two… but I really liked the lack of friction. I don’t know how I would have handled it otherwise.”
“This is a time for meditation.” Spock replied, sliding off of Kirk’s body to lie beside him on the bed. “Not for talking. If anything we speak with our minds.” Spock pulled up the blanket to cover them both and held out his hand, offering his fingers for his lover to touch.
Kirk reached out and gently slid his own fingers against Spock’s, knowing how important the hands were to a Vulcan. “No talking?”
Spock’s fingers continued to glide against Kirk’s.
^.~
Kirk awoke. Startled he sat up a bit in the dim room. His eyes fell on the one beside him in the bed. Spock looked peaceful and opened his eyes to look up at Kirk. “How long was I asleep?”
“Only 2.53 hours.” Spock replied. “You were exhausted.”
“And you stayed?”
“I took the time to meditate on our situation.”
Kirk sat up completely and rubbed his eyes, yawning. Finally he lay back down on the bed. “Are you annoyed with me?”
“On the contrary, I was rather pleased with our results.”
“No… I mean… I’m about to mate another you.”
“We have already discussed this.”
“It’s a marriage, isn’t it? That’s what pon farr is? That’s the impression I got when you were melded with me.”
“Your assessment is correct. But to those already bonded it is a reaffirmation of that bond.”
“Is that what it will be when I’m with him? I mean my other self is the one mated to him. This will be my first… mating. Does that mean I’m married to him? To you? Do you even want me?”
“Jim…” Spock spoke carefully. “You are T’hy’la. I accept that you are Spock’s T’hy’la. You belong to us and we are yours.”
“But when you experience pon farr… who will you bond with? I am not your first choice.   My other self wasn’t his first choice either.”
“You are mine.” Spock rolled over and wrapped a cool arm around Kirk’s waist, head resting on his shoulder.
“But are you really mine?”
In answer Spock lifted his hand, stretching out two fingers, prompting Kirk to do the same. Their fingers touched, sending delicious shivers down Kirk’s spine. ‘You can hear my thoughts.’ It wasn’t a question and it reverberated within Kirk’s mind.
“What was that?” Kirk whispered.
“That was my mind’s connection to your mind.” Spock replied. “It is a sign of bonding.” Secretly the human within Spock was pleased that the connection had stayed even after the effects of joining had worn off.
Kirk concentrated, wondering if he too could transmit thoughts. ‘I only ever want Spock in my bed.’
“What did you mean to say?” Spock asked quietly.
“What did you hear?”
“Spock and My.” Spock replied.
“I was thinking I only ever want you in my bed.” Kirk blushed.
Spock looked pleased.
“But you’re not really mine.” Kirk sighed. “Your people are almost extinct. You will need to have children, won’t you?”
“It would be illogical to confine procreation to bonded pairs. For a viable gene pool many different pairings must combine. I must be shared with my race. You must be shared with my counterpart. And I would not deny you the option to procreate should you chose. But you are T’hy’la for life.”
^.~
“You are ready.” Spock announced after only a week of practice.
“I was always a quick learner.” Kirk replied, flexing his knee from where it was placed on Spock’s shoulder. The position facilitated a deep rutting, something Spock foresaw might be needed. The question was whether Kirk could take it in near split-like scissor position.
Slipping out of his mate and getting up off of the pinned leg, Spock released the held leg and settled against his T’hy’la’s warm back. They stayed that way for a time, meditating on the connection they had made during their joining.
After the appropriate amount of time Kirk rolled over in Spock’s arms to face him. “Any more advice?”
“I have never known you to be so attentive to my advice.” Spock replied, rubbing their fingers together.
“We’ll be at New Vulcan in a couple of days. Once we get there I go into isolation?”
“You will be expected to meditate the coming ritual.” Spock affirmed.
“And when it is done?”
“Then you are free to depart.”
Kirk was silent for a time, his fingers tightening on Spock’s.
“You are anxious about something, T’hy’la.”
“What happens when I come back?”
Spock closed his eyes and rested his lips against Kirk’s forehead. “That is for you to meditate.”
^.~
Kirk stepped off the transporter pad. Barely registering who had come to meet him after his stay on New Vulcan he marched down the halls of the ship, heading for his room. The robes he wore swished with his fast pace. To any casual observer he looked like he had just escaped some sort of Vulcan ritual, which he had. There was a slight limp to his gait. Two males followed him through the corridors, one human and the other Vulcan.
“For the love of God, Jim, stop!” McCoy called out when they reached a vacant section of corridor.
Kirk ignored him pressing the button to his room. The door opened with a hiss and closed again.
McCoy stood before the door and cast a dour look to Spock. “The bastard just blew me off!”
“We can infer that the captain has had no ill affects from the ritual if he is able to make it back to his room.” Spock observed.
“Bullshit!” McCoy replied and punched in his override, forcing the door to open. “Now see here, you ass! You must be checked out by a doctor after such an ordeal.”
Kirk lay face down on his bed, his legs dangling over the edge, his arms at his side. “Leave me the hell alone and that’s an order!”
“May I remind the captain that he has not yet resumed command of the ship until he has…”
“Fuck you, Spock!” Kirk cried out into the bed, waving one long sleeved arm at him. “Fuck you and all your green blooded relations for eternity!”
“That bad, eh?” McCoy smirked.
“Fuck you too, Bones! Shove it up your ass with a rusty pole!”
“My, my, he’s eloquent today.” Using the tricorder the doctor went about checking Kirk’s bio signs. “Some rectal tearing and friction burn around the anus.”
“Fuck off!”
“It’s the pain talking.” McCoy cast Spock a look before setting about to fix the injuries. “We’ll get him all fixed up and he’ll be as good as new.”
Kirk gave a low moan as his insides began repairing.
“Well… not so new. He’s no innocent maiden.”
“A plague on both your houses!”
“See? Feeling better already. Shakespeare is always a good sign.” McCoy patted Kirk’s shoulder.
“Leave me alone!” Kirk tried to hide in his robe.
“I leave him to you then. You know this is all your fault. You broke him so you fix him!” McCoy gave a glare at Spock before leaving.
Spock stood, staring at his captain through McCoy’s departure. “Jim…”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Kirk answered.
“Tell you what?”
“That Vulcans could feel so much love!” Kirk rubbed his face with his hand. “I was overwhelmed by his pain and grief for losing his mate. I felt… so much love from him and it consumed me.”
Spock reached down and gently pulled up the bottom of the robe, exposing Kirk’s bare ass.
“What are you doing?” Kirk asked, looking over his shoulder.
“Vulcan anatomy is efficient for this kind of bonding.” Casually he reached into his pants and dipped his fingers into his own slit. The oily fingers were then used on Kirk’s anus. “The oils my body naturally produces acts as a healing balm and will keep infection away.”
Kirk lay there helplessly as his raw, pained orifice relaxed and healed completely. “I’m too tired for sex right now.”
“I know.” Spock replied. Getting up he used Kirk’s bathroom to wash his hands. Returning he sat on the bed. “Roll over.”
“What for?” Kirk asked with a hint of suspicion.
“Melding will help ease your mind.”
Kirk obeyed and closed his eyes, feeling Spock touch the meld points. The visions and emotions that overwhelmed him came spewing out of him and he flinched, feeling it again with such intensity. Next to him Spock’s breath caught as he fought to control the emotions. Finally the hand pulled away and he felt peace fill him. “I’ve never been loved like that. I don’t know if I’ll ever be loved like that, not for being myself and not the duplicate of another. My other self was a lucky bastard to have that.” Opening his eyes he looked up at Spock. “I’m jealous of that bastard… for having so much unconditional love. And he was stupid to ignore it for half his lifetime because he had the idea that he was a ladies’ man! Your counterpart loves him so much. It’s just not fair.” Kirk rolled over on his side, fists to his face as he curled into a ball.
“They have had a whole lifetime together. We just met.” Ever so logical…
“And now I’m married to him!” Kirk cried, rubbing his face.
“T’hy’la…” Spock gently chided, his hand touching Kirk’s shoulder, prompting him to roll over and face him again.
“What is T’hy’la?” Kirk asked suddenly. “He calls me that… and now you do. You’ve been doing it ever since we first had sex.”
“I cannot deny that is what you are. That is what my other self recognizes you to be. We have shared intimate moments and bonded in meld. The word is appropriate.”
“It means something like… lover, doesn’t it? Is that it, Spock? I’m your lover?”
“My other self told me that my relationship with you will be the most meaningful in my life… if I let it. I just lost my planet… my people. I lost the woman my parents chose for me to mate. I lost my mother. But I have you, T’hy’la.”
Kirk’s eyes misted over for a moment. Without thinking he reached out and wrapped his arms around Spock’s neck, pulling him down into a kiss. A hand sought out the hem of Spock’s shirt and began undressing him. Pants followed shirts onto the floor followed by underwear.
“You stated you were too tired for sex.”
“To be the one to submit, maybe…” Kirk replied, pushing Spock onto his back and shrugging off the robe. His mouth found Spock’s neck, trailing hot kisses over the adam’s apple up to an ear lobe, flushed green with blood. “I’m going to take you.”
Spock shivered a bit, wrapping his arms around his lover. Never had a male taken him in such a fashion. The idea was fascinating. Never had he considered that his T’hy’la would want to take him.
Reaching into his night stand, Kirk pulled out a tube of lube. “Unfortunately I don’t make oil. You’ll have to make due with some of this.”
“You can share mine.” Spock replied. Reaching down, he held both together, rubbing his own lubrication onto Kirk.
Kirk smiled at the sentiment but precaution won over and he used the lube he held for Spock’s anus, preparing him. Another fascinating xenobiology fact… Vulcans had sphincter control. Eagerly he slid in, feeling Spock’s insides clamp down on him. It wasn’t like penetrating a woman… it was Spock. His slow thrusts deepened.
What surprised Spock the most was the heat. Visually the human penis was obviously a blood filled… but the heat of that blood filled organ felt amazing when inside the Vulcan body. Fingers reached for the meld points as they began their mutual thrusts… the goal to once again become one in body and mind. It was a reaffirmation that this Kirk truly belonged to this Spock and not a time traveler who shared that link. T’hy’la was his, Spock’s. This Vulcan had lost his home, seeking to find it again in the arms of the Enterprise and her crew… especially his friends and colleagues, but mostly his T’hy’la. His T’hy’la who thrust into him, claiming his body in the dark places no one else dared to go. An intimacy never before shared and he didn’t know of anyone else worthy of it.
Kirk felt his mind slip away into Spock’s thoughts, delighted that Spock found him to be such a comfort… and that he was the first to enter the Vulcan. It didn’t take long for his body to finish. With shuddering gasps he held the other close, trying to make their flesh one. Bowing his head he could still feel their minds linked and fingers on his meld points.
Spock gave a dry orgasm, not wanting to waste fluids. It was one thing to expel into a lover, and quite another to expel into the air where no one benefited. Finally his hand slipped away from the meld and he held his Jim tightly to him. “You liked that you were my first.” Spock smirked.
“I thought you said we have to meditate afterwards.” Kirk replied, still breathing a little heavily.
“That was in preparation for your participation in a very serious ritual. This, I perceive, was for far less austere purposes… purely recreational.”
Kirk frowned a bit. “Is that all it was to you, recreational?”
Spock cast him the Vulcan version of an amused look.
Kirk bowed his head. “I am yours, T’hy’la. I’ll be family to you and you’ll be family to me.”
“As you wish, T’hy’la.” Spock breathed.
--End
^.~
Author's Note: OMG! Can you believe I've been a Trekkie for just about my entire life and I've NEVER written a fanfiction for this fandom??? I was busy with other fandoms... and really... William Shatner isn't nearly as handsome as Patrick Stewart. (sacrilege!)
Anyway... Maybe next time I'll write something for McCoy/Kirk/Spock... in keeping with the TOS tradition. Or maybe I'll throw in the Nexus so Spock Prime can get some of his Admiral Kirk nookie.
My favorite TOS movie is Search for Spock. ^^v
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