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Fearful Symmetry Chapter 10
Warning: Some of the actions in this chapter could be viewed as non-con.
Chapter 10:
Darla grabbed the front of Angel's shirt and kissed him, before pushing him so that he fell backwards onto the four-poster bed. Ever since entering Spike and Darla's apartment Angel's senses had been overwhelmed by their scents. They had been there long enough to imprint their essence into the place, and as much as he hated to admit it, it smelled like home.
As Angel looked up at Darla, he realized that she must have brought him here in the hopes that she could fuck his soul out of him. He knew it wouldn't work. There were a thousand reasons why Darla was a better lover than Buffy had been, and one shining reason why Darla couldn't hold a candle to Buffy. Darla could never love him, and certainly not the way Buffy had. Despite what everyone assumed, it wasn't the moment when he came that he'd lost his soul, but afterwards, in the silence while Buffy slept in his arms. It was the love and the trust he'd felt from Buffy that had brought his happiness; the sex had only been a nice side note.
He was perfectly safe from Darla. But he still felt bad, if not for the woman standing in front of him, then for the woman he had failed. The living woman to whom he hadn't gotten through and who had thrown her humanity away without a second thought. It was for that Darla that he had to say something now.
He propped himself up on his arms and said, "Darla, this isn't going to work. I know you think it's just about sex, but you can't make me perfectly happy."
Darla laughed, and Angel thought she was going to tell him how wrong he was, remind him how good she was.
"Oh, my poor boy, always thinks that everything is about him. Well it's not. Tonight it's about Spike."
Angel had momentarily forgotten about Spike. As he shifted his attention to the other vampire he could see that Spike, who stood angrily with his arms crossed, was just as surprised as Angel at Darla's declaration.
Darla moved away from Angel to mold herself into Spike's side. "My wonderful Sire, who is so good to me," she murmured as she began to nibble along Spike's jaw. "So here's my gift to you–an angel to play with. Although," she added, turning to look back at Angel and undressing him with her eyes, "he's not just for you, I do get to watch."
"Yeah," Spike said after a moment spent looking at Darla with absolute admiration. "That'll do nicely."
Angel could feel his heart sink. In part, it was seeing his beautiful and independent Darla bow to her new Sire. Partly it was seeing Spike so easily manipulated by Darla, and some of it was remembering what it had been like to be the recipient of Darla's gifts. But mostly it was the realization of just how bad things were going to get for him. Every humiliation, every way he had ever forced the other vampire to bend to his will, flashed before his eyes. Spike had been given free reign to do with Angel as he liked, and Angel had a pretty good idea that those things weren't going to be gentle. The worst part, however, was that Angel knew he deserved it. The things he'd done, the ways he'd used Spike were unforgivable.
Maybe when the night was over he would have made up for some of it in some small way.
It wasn't hard to figure out exactly how Spike meant to start things off. He quickly stripped out of his tux, and Angel tried very hard not to stare at the pale muscles, or the hard cock that stood out under Spike's dark curls.
Luckily his eyes weren't given much of a chance to betray him. The moment Spike was free of his clothes he was on the bed, crawling up Angel's body and pushing him back against the mattress. Spike's mouth claimed Angel's, every bit as hungry and demanding as he had been as a fledgling.
He could hear the sound of fabric ripping and buttons flying across the room as Spike tore Angel's shirt open. With the offending fabric gone, Angel could feel Spike's cock rubbing against his stomach.
The sensations were overwhelming to Angel's contact starved body. All of his fears and apprehensions, all of the reasons this shouldn't be happening were lost in the feel of familiar flesh. He moaned as Spike's hand's moved to the waistband of his pants, and Angel lifted his hips to help Spike undress him.
Angel's hands were desperately grasping at the other man's arms, shoulders, and back. He couldn't seem to touch enough of his companion's body. Then Spike's hand wrapped itself around both their cocks. Angel began to thrust into Spike's hand and against the other silken shaft. Without thinking one of his hands moved down to Spike's ass, as his finger sought out the tightly puckered hole there.
And just like that Spike's mouth was gone, and his hands were pinning Angel's shoulders to the bed.
"Someone's forgetting whose show this is," Spike reprimanded him.
It was true, Angel had forgotten. As his head began to clear he realized just how quickly and easily he had fallen into old habits. He had to remind himself that it was just Spike, that his soul wasn't in any danger here.
Spike smirked at him. "Considering where my cock's ending up, you might want to get it a bit slick."
Angel was almost relieved to hear the words. They were a paraphrase of something Angelus used to say to Spike when he was being particularly selfish. That meant the night was going to veer away from the more intimate touches of a moment ago to something rougher and more emotionally safe.
Spike rolled onto his back, and Angel obediently slid down Spike's body. He could protest, try and fight, but he had agreed to this, and there was no point in making Darla order him about.
Still he felt awkward. Not because he had never done this before, there had been times when even Angelus could be gracious, but because Darla was watching and in the past they had always hidden their actions from her.
He curled his fingers around Spike's shaft. As Angel swiped his tongue across the head of Spike's cock, Darla's taste sprung out at him. He could taste the remnants of their last coupling and it both angered and aroused him. He hated that they touched each other; he wanted them only to touch him.
But desire won out and he found himself eagerly licking the other man's shaft. And Spike didn't make it any easier for Angel to fight his baser instincts. The former poet had always been a vocal lover, and it was hard to resist his constant stream of, "Oh, yeah. Like that. Fuck, yeah, Angel."
And then, just as Angel was starting to feel a bit comfortable with the situation Spike said, "Come here, baby."
Angel looked up, but those clear blue eyes weren't even looking at him. His hand was outstretched and he was focused on some point beyond Angel.
Darla's playful laughter confirmed she was the object of Spike's request. "You don't really think you get to have us both at once, do you?" she teased.
"Just don't like seeing you all by yourself," he told her.
It was enough to overcome Darla's light resistance and she stretched out next to Spike on the bed.
"And just what-" she started, but Spike silenced her with a kiss.
It was more than Angel could stand, and he growled in warning at Spike. Unfortunately with Spike's cock in his mouth it didn't sound so threatening, and the vibrations sent tremors of pleasure along the other man's shaft.
"Fuck, Angel," moaned, breaking off the kiss with Darla.
She only laughed. "You're right, this was a good idea. I think we've made poor Angel jealous."
"Can't have that, can we," Spike joked.
He gave Angel a wicked grin before grabbing Angel's hair and pulling his mouth off of his cock. Spike rolled on his side, and for a moment Angel thought that Spike was going to forget about him completely and start fucking Darla, but Spike was only reaching across her to pull a bottle of lube out of the bed side table.
As Spike began to rub it on his fingers he looked at Angel and said, "What are you waiting for? Let's see that pretty ass of yours."
For a moment Angel considered bolting. He didn't really have to stay here for this did he? And yet he'd promised, and if he didn't keep his promise what was to stop Darla from going back and killing the scientist?
At least that's the reason he gave himself for turning over and exposing his back to Spike. The truth was he'd always been curious what this was like, but he'd never been able to move past the symbolism of dominance enough to let another man, especially Spike, do this to him. But Angel had already relinquished his power tonight, and if he ran he would look frightened and weaker than Spike, who had always endured whatever Angelus had dished out to him.
It didn't really matter now. He could feel Spike's slick finger tracing the outline of his puckered hole, and he began to tremble a bit. He was half grateful that Spike was choosing to be so gentle with him, and half upset that the other vampire wouldn't simply use him as harshly as Angelus had used William all those times.
And then he could feel Spike's finger inside him and Angel stopped thinking and just started to whimper in pleasure. One finger was quickly followed by a second and Angel didn't even realize that he was pushing back against the intruding digits, trying to create even more friction as the head of his cock rubbed against the silk sheets.
Suddenly Spike's finger's were gone, and Angel was wondering what new torture was in store for him, when the other man rolled him onto his back. Angel realized then that Spike was simply being his usual impatient self because the younger vampire was now pushing Angel's legs up, and kneeling between them.
"Been waiting for this for a long time," Spike said as he took his own cock in hand and positioned it against Angel's ass.
There was just a moment of pain as the fat head of Spike's cock pushed past the tight outer ring, but then, as Spike slowly drove himself deeper into Angel, there was only a wonderful burn that left Angel moaning.
When Spike found Angel's prostate, it took every inch of Angel's will not to beg Spike to fuck him harder. Instead he clawed at the sheets, gripping them with white knuckles.
A feminine moan caught both their attention, and they looked over to see Darla, her fingers disappearing through the slit of her evening gown as she watched the two men and pleasured herself.
"C'mere," Spike said to her, holding out his hand.
"Spike-" she began to chastise him, but he wouldn't have any of it.
"Be a. . . fucking. . . good fledge and come. . . here!" he managed to order between grunts.
She did as she was told and Spike pulled her into his arms, so that she was straddling Angel, with her back to him. Then Angel could feel Spike's strong hand holding his cock up as Darla slowly settled on it.
It should have been more than Angel could bear. The combined pleasure of Spike pounding into him, while the Darla's soft walls fluttered about his shaft should have sent him over the edge, but all Angel could see was red as Spike began to kiss Darla. From Angel's perspective it looked more like it was Spike fucking Darla then both of them fucking him.
Angel tried to reach for Darla's thigh, but she didn't seem to notice, she was too wrapped up in the short broken kisses she and Spike were exchanging.
Spike's hand dropped between the two of them, and the short startled gasps that Darla let out, told Angel that his rival was playing with her clit.
In the long run that was a good thing. When Darla's orgasm hit and her inner muscles milked his cock, it was enough to allow him to give in. He followed her into a welcome–if too short–oblivion.
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Darla settled herself between the bodies of the two men. Considering the night they'd had, she should have been feeling very satisfied. Everything was going as she'd planned, and yet all she could think about was what a terrible coward she was.
Angel's words, when he'd told her that she couldn't make him happy had stung. It had been her plan from the beginning of the night to offer Angel to Spike. She needed to give Spike reasons to want Angelus back, and every connection she could make Angel feel to his family was a victory.
But the truth was she was too scared to sleep with Angel. What if she couldn't make him perfectly happy? They had always been magnificent together but as much as she wanted believe that she could break his curse she had too many doubts.
And that was the fault of Wolfram & Hart. Now that she didn't have the soul clouding her reasoning, she had figured a few things out. Wolfram & Hart didn't want Angelus back. For their precious prophecy they needed a vampire with a soul, and that meant Angel, not Angelus. They didn't want her to save Angelus, they wanted her to corrupt Angel. Whatever they had led her to believe, the more she thought about it, the more she became convinced that they never would have resurrected her if she could have broken the curse.
That didn't mean she was giving up. There was more than one way to steal a soul. In the mean time, she only needed to seduce Angel enough that Wolfram & Hart would remove Spike's chip.
But all the logic and planning in the world couldn't make her stop feeling like a coward.
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Spike put his arm around Darla's waist, spooning against her back. This should have been one of the best nights of his life, and the truth was that it may have been some of the best sex he'd had, but it didn't stop him from feeling cold and empty.
When Darla had first offered Angel to him, he'd thought it was the best present he'd ever been given. He had fantasized about such a night since . . . well perhaps not since the first night he'd met Angelus, but it was hard to remember a time when he hadn't wanted the older vampire.
The problem was that Spike hadn't understood his own fantasies about topping Angel until it was too late. They had always come in two basic varieties, sometimes they were intimate fantasies of soft touches and admitted feelings. In other words, something that was never going to happen. The other fantasies were far more likely. They were hard and brutal. They started with a fight and ended with Angelus finally giving into Spike, instead of the other way around.
But the important part of both fantasies was that Angelus wanted it. He finally admitted that he craved Spike the way Spike craved him. What Darla had given him, was ultimately empty, but Spike hadn't realized that until it was too late. And with Darla there, he hadn't been willing to ask for the next best thing. To have Angel take him the way he had in the old days.
Maybe that was why he'd invited Darla to ride Angel's cock. With her in his arms, at least he had a connection to someone, and that was what he needed. Of course that had created problems of its own. He'd spent the rest of the night making sure she didn't feel neglected, but never letting her and Angel get too close, always afraid that once the two of them started up again, there would be no room left in the picture for him.
And so Spike laid there, a protective arm around Darla, and wishing that he was the one with the sore ass, and with Angel's arm around him.
Chapter 10:
Darla grabbed the front of Angel's shirt and kissed him, before pushing him so that he fell backwards onto the four-poster bed. Ever since entering Spike and Darla's apartment Angel's senses had been overwhelmed by their scents. They had been there long enough to imprint their essence into the place, and as much as he hated to admit it, it smelled like home.
As Angel looked up at Darla, he realized that she must have brought him here in the hopes that she could fuck his soul out of him. He knew it wouldn't work. There were a thousand reasons why Darla was a better lover than Buffy had been, and one shining reason why Darla couldn't hold a candle to Buffy. Darla could never love him, and certainly not the way Buffy had. Despite what everyone assumed, it wasn't the moment when he came that he'd lost his soul, but afterwards, in the silence while Buffy slept in his arms. It was the love and the trust he'd felt from Buffy that had brought his happiness; the sex had only been a nice side note.
He was perfectly safe from Darla. But he still felt bad, if not for the woman standing in front of him, then for the woman he had failed. The living woman to whom he hadn't gotten through and who had thrown her humanity away without a second thought. It was for that Darla that he had to say something now.
He propped himself up on his arms and said, "Darla, this isn't going to work. I know you think it's just about sex, but you can't make me perfectly happy."
Darla laughed, and Angel thought she was going to tell him how wrong he was, remind him how good she was.
"Oh, my poor boy, always thinks that everything is about him. Well it's not. Tonight it's about Spike."
Angel had momentarily forgotten about Spike. As he shifted his attention to the other vampire he could see that Spike, who stood angrily with his arms crossed, was just as surprised as Angel at Darla's declaration.
Darla moved away from Angel to mold herself into Spike's side. "My wonderful Sire, who is so good to me," she murmured as she began to nibble along Spike's jaw. "So here's my gift to you–an angel to play with. Although," she added, turning to look back at Angel and undressing him with her eyes, "he's not just for you, I do get to watch."
"Yeah," Spike said after a moment spent looking at Darla with absolute admiration. "That'll do nicely."
Angel could feel his heart sink. In part, it was seeing his beautiful and independent Darla bow to her new Sire. Partly it was seeing Spike so easily manipulated by Darla, and some of it was remembering what it had been like to be the recipient of Darla's gifts. But mostly it was the realization of just how bad things were going to get for him. Every humiliation, every way he had ever forced the other vampire to bend to his will, flashed before his eyes. Spike had been given free reign to do with Angel as he liked, and Angel had a pretty good idea that those things weren't going to be gentle. The worst part, however, was that Angel knew he deserved it. The things he'd done, the ways he'd used Spike were unforgivable.
Maybe when the night was over he would have made up for some of it in some small way.
It wasn't hard to figure out exactly how Spike meant to start things off. He quickly stripped out of his tux, and Angel tried very hard not to stare at the pale muscles, or the hard cock that stood out under Spike's dark curls.
Luckily his eyes weren't given much of a chance to betray him. The moment Spike was free of his clothes he was on the bed, crawling up Angel's body and pushing him back against the mattress. Spike's mouth claimed Angel's, every bit as hungry and demanding as he had been as a fledgling.
He could hear the sound of fabric ripping and buttons flying across the room as Spike tore Angel's shirt open. With the offending fabric gone, Angel could feel Spike's cock rubbing against his stomach.
The sensations were overwhelming to Angel's contact starved body. All of his fears and apprehensions, all of the reasons this shouldn't be happening were lost in the feel of familiar flesh. He moaned as Spike's hand's moved to the waistband of his pants, and Angel lifted his hips to help Spike undress him.
Angel's hands were desperately grasping at the other man's arms, shoulders, and back. He couldn't seem to touch enough of his companion's body. Then Spike's hand wrapped itself around both their cocks. Angel began to thrust into Spike's hand and against the other silken shaft. Without thinking one of his hands moved down to Spike's ass, as his finger sought out the tightly puckered hole there.
And just like that Spike's mouth was gone, and his hands were pinning Angel's shoulders to the bed.
"Someone's forgetting whose show this is," Spike reprimanded him.
It was true, Angel had forgotten. As his head began to clear he realized just how quickly and easily he had fallen into old habits. He had to remind himself that it was just Spike, that his soul wasn't in any danger here.
Spike smirked at him. "Considering where my cock's ending up, you might want to get it a bit slick."
Angel was almost relieved to hear the words. They were a paraphrase of something Angelus used to say to Spike when he was being particularly selfish. That meant the night was going to veer away from the more intimate touches of a moment ago to something rougher and more emotionally safe.
Spike rolled onto his back, and Angel obediently slid down Spike's body. He could protest, try and fight, but he had agreed to this, and there was no point in making Darla order him about.
Still he felt awkward. Not because he had never done this before, there had been times when even Angelus could be gracious, but because Darla was watching and in the past they had always hidden their actions from her.
He curled his fingers around Spike's shaft. As Angel swiped his tongue across the head of Spike's cock, Darla's taste sprung out at him. He could taste the remnants of their last coupling and it both angered and aroused him. He hated that they touched each other; he wanted them only to touch him.
But desire won out and he found himself eagerly licking the other man's shaft. And Spike didn't make it any easier for Angel to fight his baser instincts. The former poet had always been a vocal lover, and it was hard to resist his constant stream of, "Oh, yeah. Like that. Fuck, yeah, Angel."
And then, just as Angel was starting to feel a bit comfortable with the situation Spike said, "Come here, baby."
Angel looked up, but those clear blue eyes weren't even looking at him. His hand was outstretched and he was focused on some point beyond Angel.
Darla's playful laughter confirmed she was the object of Spike's request. "You don't really think you get to have us both at once, do you?" she teased.
"Just don't like seeing you all by yourself," he told her.
It was enough to overcome Darla's light resistance and she stretched out next to Spike on the bed.
"And just what-" she started, but Spike silenced her with a kiss.
It was more than Angel could stand, and he growled in warning at Spike. Unfortunately with Spike's cock in his mouth it didn't sound so threatening, and the vibrations sent tremors of pleasure along the other man's shaft.
"Fuck, Angel," moaned, breaking off the kiss with Darla.
She only laughed. "You're right, this was a good idea. I think we've made poor Angel jealous."
"Can't have that, can we," Spike joked.
He gave Angel a wicked grin before grabbing Angel's hair and pulling his mouth off of his cock. Spike rolled on his side, and for a moment Angel thought that Spike was going to forget about him completely and start fucking Darla, but Spike was only reaching across her to pull a bottle of lube out of the bed side table.
As Spike began to rub it on his fingers he looked at Angel and said, "What are you waiting for? Let's see that pretty ass of yours."
For a moment Angel considered bolting. He didn't really have to stay here for this did he? And yet he'd promised, and if he didn't keep his promise what was to stop Darla from going back and killing the scientist?
At least that's the reason he gave himself for turning over and exposing his back to Spike. The truth was he'd always been curious what this was like, but he'd never been able to move past the symbolism of dominance enough to let another man, especially Spike, do this to him. But Angel had already relinquished his power tonight, and if he ran he would look frightened and weaker than Spike, who had always endured whatever Angelus had dished out to him.
It didn't really matter now. He could feel Spike's slick finger tracing the outline of his puckered hole, and he began to tremble a bit. He was half grateful that Spike was choosing to be so gentle with him, and half upset that the other vampire wouldn't simply use him as harshly as Angelus had used William all those times.
And then he could feel Spike's finger inside him and Angel stopped thinking and just started to whimper in pleasure. One finger was quickly followed by a second and Angel didn't even realize that he was pushing back against the intruding digits, trying to create even more friction as the head of his cock rubbed against the silk sheets.
Suddenly Spike's finger's were gone, and Angel was wondering what new torture was in store for him, when the other man rolled him onto his back. Angel realized then that Spike was simply being his usual impatient self because the younger vampire was now pushing Angel's legs up, and kneeling between them.
"Been waiting for this for a long time," Spike said as he took his own cock in hand and positioned it against Angel's ass.
There was just a moment of pain as the fat head of Spike's cock pushed past the tight outer ring, but then, as Spike slowly drove himself deeper into Angel, there was only a wonderful burn that left Angel moaning.
When Spike found Angel's prostate, it took every inch of Angel's will not to beg Spike to fuck him harder. Instead he clawed at the sheets, gripping them with white knuckles.
A feminine moan caught both their attention, and they looked over to see Darla, her fingers disappearing through the slit of her evening gown as she watched the two men and pleasured herself.
"C'mere," Spike said to her, holding out his hand.
"Spike-" she began to chastise him, but he wouldn't have any of it.
"Be a. . . fucking. . . good fledge and come. . . here!" he managed to order between grunts.
She did as she was told and Spike pulled her into his arms, so that she was straddling Angel, with her back to him. Then Angel could feel Spike's strong hand holding his cock up as Darla slowly settled on it.
It should have been more than Angel could bear. The combined pleasure of Spike pounding into him, while the Darla's soft walls fluttered about his shaft should have sent him over the edge, but all Angel could see was red as Spike began to kiss Darla. From Angel's perspective it looked more like it was Spike fucking Darla then both of them fucking him.
Angel tried to reach for Darla's thigh, but she didn't seem to notice, she was too wrapped up in the short broken kisses she and Spike were exchanging.
Spike's hand dropped between the two of them, and the short startled gasps that Darla let out, told Angel that his rival was playing with her clit.
In the long run that was a good thing. When Darla's orgasm hit and her inner muscles milked his cock, it was enough to allow him to give in. He followed her into a welcome–if too short–oblivion.
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Darla settled herself between the bodies of the two men. Considering the night they'd had, she should have been feeling very satisfied. Everything was going as she'd planned, and yet all she could think about was what a terrible coward she was.
Angel's words, when he'd told her that she couldn't make him happy had stung. It had been her plan from the beginning of the night to offer Angel to Spike. She needed to give Spike reasons to want Angelus back, and every connection she could make Angel feel to his family was a victory.
But the truth was she was too scared to sleep with Angel. What if she couldn't make him perfectly happy? They had always been magnificent together but as much as she wanted believe that she could break his curse she had too many doubts.
And that was the fault of Wolfram & Hart. Now that she didn't have the soul clouding her reasoning, she had figured a few things out. Wolfram & Hart didn't want Angelus back. For their precious prophecy they needed a vampire with a soul, and that meant Angel, not Angelus. They didn't want her to save Angelus, they wanted her to corrupt Angel. Whatever they had led her to believe, the more she thought about it, the more she became convinced that they never would have resurrected her if she could have broken the curse.
That didn't mean she was giving up. There was more than one way to steal a soul. In the mean time, she only needed to seduce Angel enough that Wolfram & Hart would remove Spike's chip.
But all the logic and planning in the world couldn't make her stop feeling like a coward.
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Spike put his arm around Darla's waist, spooning against her back. This should have been one of the best nights of his life, and the truth was that it may have been some of the best sex he'd had, but it didn't stop him from feeling cold and empty.
When Darla had first offered Angel to him, he'd thought it was the best present he'd ever been given. He had fantasized about such a night since . . . well perhaps not since the first night he'd met Angelus, but it was hard to remember a time when he hadn't wanted the older vampire.
The problem was that Spike hadn't understood his own fantasies about topping Angel until it was too late. They had always come in two basic varieties, sometimes they were intimate fantasies of soft touches and admitted feelings. In other words, something that was never going to happen. The other fantasies were far more likely. They were hard and brutal. They started with a fight and ended with Angelus finally giving into Spike, instead of the other way around.
But the important part of both fantasies was that Angelus wanted it. He finally admitted that he craved Spike the way Spike craved him. What Darla had given him, was ultimately empty, but Spike hadn't realized that until it was too late. And with Darla there, he hadn't been willing to ask for the next best thing. To have Angel take him the way he had in the old days.
Maybe that was why he'd invited Darla to ride Angel's cock. With her in his arms, at least he had a connection to someone, and that was what he needed. Of course that had created problems of its own. He'd spent the rest of the night making sure she didn't feel neglected, but never letting her and Angel get too close, always afraid that once the two of them started up again, there would be no room left in the picture for him.
And so Spike laid there, a protective arm around Darla, and wishing that he was the one with the sore ass, and with Angel's arm around him.
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Looking forward to the happy menage I'm sure this will become; though I can't imagine the road that will lead them to it. I'm looking forward to discovering that even more. :)
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Great stuff!
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