Dear All,

As Promised, here comes CH.32 Part 2 and I really hope you will enjoy it because it containts many small things and important points that had to be addressed and solved. I am sure you will like them, but as always, I look forward to reading your comments and feedbacks, as they really help a lot :-)

This chapter contains many emotions, many different moments, interactions, sort of closure, and new situations that will lead us to my future stories. I won't say much now of couse.

It came out very long as usual, but I am no longer worried about you, dear readers, for you obvioulsy enjoy it (which is a bless for me: THANK YOU!)

I would like to thank you for your incredible and kind support, for your votes, for your comments, messages, your love and funny remarks :-) As Oleg would say, having you as readers is a honour for me.

I dedicate this chapter to all of you and in particular to Purplepuppy101 as a big, sincere THANK YOU for your comments and votes, for following my stories for long time and always giving me your thoughts on each new chapter, thank you my dear!

The song I chose somehow seems to fit perfectly both Anatoly and Oleg and I think you will agree on that, especially in some scenes of this chapter.

Alright dear all, enjoy the new chapter and please, let me know what you think of it!

"I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone" in 'The Fellowship of the Ring' film by Peter Jackson based on 'The Lord of the Rings' by J.R.R. Tolkien

OLEG POV - THREE WEEKS LATER:

I sat on the couch with Anatoly, his head resting on the leg that had not been shot, my hand slowly caressing his hair, as we watched a movie and enjoyed the quietness of the room and the warmth of the fireplace. Outside was still very cold, even if it was past mid of February, and some small flakes of snow silently fell from the sky.

"Am I too heavy?" he asked, moving his head to look at me and I shook my head. "No, really, I mean it," he insisted, and I chuckled, making him arch his brows.

"I am perfectly fine, Anatoly, is that clear enough?" I lightly touched his face, tracing the lines of his lips. "It was not the first time and I went through worse, believe me." His eyes darkened, and his expression grew harder. "I am glad I can tell you these things and be here at your side. I really only want to think of how to spend the days with you." He sighed out and linked his hand with mine.

"I know what you mean, I want the same, and...will you tell me more about some of your past missions as part of the GRU?" I nodded, and his face relaxed a bit. I knew he was still working on what happened three weeks ago and I was there beside him, as I will always be. I moved my arm as it felt a bit stiff and massaged it a moment. His eyes immediately glued on me. "Is it hurting, do you need something?" I shook my head, smiling.

After I was discharged from the clinic where I stayed for over a week, he had spent the past two weeks here with me, going home once in a while and for a very short time, helping me in every possible way and it was something I really was not used to and that took me time to cope with. The fact was that Anatoly was a very stubborn and temperamental punk, so discussing this with him was pointless and I simply gave up. Honestly speaking, I would never be able to completely be used to that, but I said nothing and let him do as he wished, for it was a way for him to go through what happened and deal with his internal emotions.

It also was very pleasant, because it gave us a lot of time to spend together and alone. It gave me the time to relish his presence and his rather peculiar habits, to bring us closer and more attached to each other. One day I would like to spend every day with him, but he still needed to spend some time with his family, and I could not be too selfish.

Mrs. Denisov also visited often, bringing homemade food and wanting to help in cleaning the house, to which I completely objected, for I would never let her do something like that. She considered my feelings and conceded to them by sending a very quiet and efficient lady taking care of their house. Mr. Denisov visited twice, mostly enquiring over the phone, for he knew me very well and obviously had his business to take care of. He had ordered me to rest and I had to follow his request, even if it was very hard. The following week I would begin to assist him once again and he agreed on that. He knew I could judge whether it was OK for me or not.

It was all very overwhelming, because never in my entire life I had been covered with so many attentions and assistance, and it definitely was not that easily to accept. I did it out of pure gratitude and because, I understood how they all felt after what happened. Silently accepting their help and gestures of gratitude was the least I could do.

"You call me stubborn, but you're terrible at letting people do things for you," he remarked snorting, moving up and shifting so that he was sitting staring at me. "Was I annoying? Did you get enough of me?" Thus, that had been the issue in his mind, why he had been quiet for a couple of hours. I leaned closer to him and rested my forehead on his, seeing he no longer had bruises or cuts, just the scar from the cigarette burn on his arm and from a small cut on his right cheek. None of us minded our scars, for they held a deep meaning in our hearts. "Oleg?" I moved closer and kissed his lips lightly at first, to distract him, and the moment his eyes closed, I pushed him down on the couch, his eyes widening at once. "Hey, you bastard..." I silenced him with a very deep and demanding kiss. "Fuck," he then muttered out on my lips, giving in.

"No, Anatoly, you did not annoy me, and I definitely do not have enough of you. I do really enjoy having you here with me; I am merely not used to all these attentions, to the way you and your family care for me and assist me. I feel overwhelmed and I do not know how to repay it." He listened with attention and then thought about my words.

"You don't need to repay anything, alright? You're part of our family and this is only freaking normal. Mom loves you very much, and after what happened she needs to take care of you, too. You know her well by now and I got to completely know her, too. I think she secretly adopted you as her third son," he joked, and I shook my head, for I could never even think of that. In my eyes, she will always be Mrs. Denisov, a very strong-willed and loving woman I will always admire and respect with all my heart. "Just as she not-so-secretly adopted Dima's chipmunk as fourth son, given she adores him, and he lets her do all the hugging and such." Indeed, Dmitri's partner was more open to such display of affection than either of us two were, even if it always caused him to stutter in shyness and his cheeks to become visibly flushed.

"By the way, I think some of my friends will want to visit you, such as the Mighty Sasha, Adrian, Riv and possibly Seryozha. I talked to Adrian about Vince and he says he'll want to see us both." He shrugged his shoulders. "It's pointless keeping it from them, for one reason or another. Adrian is touch with Vince anyway."

I nodded at that, for I came to realize they were all very capable and intelligent young men and they would never say a word about what happened. I then smiled at the way Anatoly unconsciously called Sergey Kirillevich Lebedev: a friend. After what happened, they went to visit Anatoly at the Denisov residence and very discreetly inquired about my conditions; as I said already, they really were good friends.

"Very well, I have no objection to the matter." He creased his forehead and gave me a questioning look. "What is it?"

"You seriously won't mind them coming over here and see you? A bunch of brats?"

"No and why should I? If anything, I am honoured by their kindness and the fact they care about their friend's partner. It says a lot about their nature. They will be more than welcomed," I reassured him, and he smiled, for then pausing a moment and going to push me up, but I resisted.

"Your leg, your ar..." I silenced him with another kiss, even deeper and hungrier than before. He tried to fight at first, being his usual temperamental punk, but he gave in as I pressed more on him, our tongues connecting just as our lips, my hand moving on his side. He groaned in both temper and pleasure and so I deepened the kiss, wanting more, needing more.

I had missed physical contact with him, for he insisted in waiting afraid my wounds would suffer or cause me pain or anything else he could think of when he worried for me.

I broke it only to stare at his face, feeling the corner of my mouth tilting up in my usual smirk at seeing his eyes wide in desire, his face showing it in every possible way, hearing his short and loud breathing, his swallowing down as he noticed my expression. His hand tightened in my hair and he intently stared at me.

"I said I am fine," I repeated with firmer and more commanding tone and his eyes flashed at that, his nails now scraping my neck. "I want you and I need you, because believe me Anatoly: I have missed you more than I can explain, and I am definitely done holding back." His breathing increased and became louder. He pushed himself up and pecked my lips, then descending on my jaw and on my neck, letting his teeth scrap my skin. I growled out and he pulled back, staring at me as if trying to understand whether making love was wise or not. "Stop asking yourself questions. I am fine, and I feel little pain, which is nothing now."

"Well, I'm pretty much holding myself back for very long time and I definitely cannot wait to tear your clothes apart. Happy to hear this?" He asked with quite a touch of annoyance and aggressiveness.

"Indeed, very happy." I replied shifting closer to him and making him feel my hardness. "I think you can tell by yourself how I feel, brat." He widened his eyes a moment for closing them right after, gritting his teeth. "I am fine," I said once more, but I pulled back, wanting to see if perhaps I had misjudged something, even though I believe I did not. "Unless, you do not want to for some reasons I would like to hear."

The answer arrived before his words, as he shot his beautiful and challenging eyes open and attacked my mouth with a very fierce kiss, immediately pushing his tongue deep and wanting to dominate mine. I let him for a moment and then, I grabbed his wrists.

"Anatoly?"

"You fucking know that's complete bullshit. Why should I not want to make love with you? Are you out of your mind? You can perfectly feel how damn hard I am. I'm fucking going crazy for how much I want you, but I'm just worried for you, for your wounds and...fuck, I love you so much and I don't want anything else happening to you, got it?"

"I understand it very well and I do love you in the same way." We kissed yet again, more gently this time, our lips merely playing with each other and smiling. "I will repeat it once more: I am OK, and I want you more than I can convey with mere words. I need to feel you, especially after what happened." And that was the pure truth.

"Same for me," he said with warm, firmer voice, tugging his wrists which I let go, and his hands grabbed my face, pulling our foreheads together. He then stroked my nose with his, making me chuckle. I saw a breath-taking smile on his face, and it made my heart race faster. Seeing Anatoly relaxed and at peace was simply the best feeling on this world and I could not ask for more. "You really OK, hot bastard?"

"Very much so, punk," I smirked at him and he pushed us up, his eyes shining with many emotions, desire and love the strongest among them.

"Then no holding back, hmm?"

"Indeed."

We fell on my bed, our hands removing each other's clothes impatiently, wanting to feel one another entirely naked, wanting to feel our skins and hold each other. Anatoly hesitated a moment and his eyes wandered to the scar on the arm, then travelled to my leg; his breathing slowed down, and something passed by his face and he looked at me once more asking me the same silent question.

I decided the best way to answer him was to pin him down on the bed, making him feel the weight and warmth of my body, making him feel how he affected me, rendering me very hard. I blocked his arms against the bedsheets and, as he went to say something sort of struggling against my grip, I closed his mouth with mine and he let out a very satisfying moan, deepening the kiss more and arching on me, so that our erections slid and touched. I took his mouth avidly, knowing I would never have enough of him in every possible way. I conveyed my feelings in the kiss, and it was filled more with emotions than desire; our lips whispered to each other and we pulled away to just get ourselves lost in the other's eyes.

We said nothing for a while, my smile reflecting his, our hands and fingers leisurely caressing our skins; I had to make sure of something, so I spoke.

"Are you still worried?" I asked, and he shook his head, hauling himself up so that his lips were on my throat, his teeth grazing my skin for then letting his tongue tease my mouth, a bratty and provoking smirk on his face.

"I can see you're in your wild, bossy, hot beast mood just fine and I just want you, Oleg. Will you be able to handle me, hmm?" He called me bossy? As if it would be remotely possible to be so with him; I just applied some right dose of authority from time to time, and he sure was quite the dominant element, too. Anatoly enjoyed playing very much and he had no idea how dangerous that could be, especially when I was going to be in complete perfect form. I replied with a smirk and pulled back, for then grabbing his wrists and making him stand on his knees, facing me.

"Careful how you provoke me, brat," I warned him with a dark, playful tone and he attacked my mouth in his usual explosive and unpredictable way, one his hands in my hair and the other sinking in my back, his nails marking me. I groaned out in pleasure and dominated the kiss at once, gaining a quite annoyed growl that only served to inflame me further. I broke it merely to tell him what to do. "Turn around, Anatoly," I said with rough voice and he first eyed me as if challenging me, but probably thinking how he was going to return the favour and I very much looked forward to it. However, now I was the one in charge and listing the rules. "I said, turn around."

My commanding tone of voice both provoked and excited him, as I could see by the way his eyes roamed my body and how his breathing increased. Before complying to my request, he pressed on me and closed his hand on both our members, slowly moving it on them, his eyes on mine and a smug smile tugging at his lips. He then did as I said, and I pushed him forward, so that he had to brace himself against the wall.

I drank the view of his enticing and control-shredding body, the firmness of his muscles, the tattoo slowly covering his entire arm, the roundness of his ass I was soon going to bury myself inside. I pressed my body on his and he let out a very feral hiss of pleasure as my hardness stroked against his ass and my hand took his erection, slowly, very slowly sliding over it.

"Fuck, you're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"

"Indeed, I am, for I enjoy seeing you like this while in my hands," I admitted, given it was the pure truth. I wrapped my hand harder around him and he swore out in excitement. "Reach for the drawer in the night-stand at my side," I told him and, guessing what I was asking for, he complied without any remark, getting the lube he thrust in my hand with an edge of impatience and I gave him a smirk I knew always inflamed his temper.

He went to say something of course, but I took his mouth for a very intense, fierce kiss as I coated my fingers with the rather cold substance, first simply teasing him, taking it slowly and carefully, considered the time that passed since our last time. However, he bit my tongue signalling his lack of patience and I chuckled. Such a wild, hot-headed lover he was and clearly, he did not mind a light touch of roughness, exactly like me. One finger slipped inside of him and we both growled in each other mouth, him more as another one followed and moved, wanting to make him voice his excitement louder.

"Fuucckk," he hissed as he pulled away and I made him turn around facing the wall. I coated my hardness and slowly teased him, thrusting inside first reining in my desire, controlling myself, for I would never hurt him. However, he was the one demanding for harder playing and given what he pretty much ordered me, I followed his request. "Just fucking screw me already, Oleg, because this is only driving me more insane and I think I might lose it and go mental."

Thus, I drove inside of him as he demanded, until I was completely buried, and I grabbed his sides, keeping him still, letting us enjoy the sensual feeling of this moment. His head dropped forward, and I noticed his fingers trying to sink in the wall, trying to control his growing pleasure.

"Move," he muttered out.

"Not yet," I replied with commanding voice and he closed his hands in fists, his breathing deepening. I wanted him wilder and therefore, I very slowly slithered back, tearing out a long, lustful groan, for then penetrating him back even slower, savouring each bit of it and of his warmth and tightness. "You feel incredible, Anatoly," I told him leaning closer to his ear, biting it and letting my tongue then descend on his neck, while I drove him back so that my chest was pressed against his strong and sleek back. "You drive out a very dangerous and lustful side of me and you know what?"

"What?" He breathed out as I suddenly thrust in him deep and strong, his back arching and his ass moving toward me in order to allow me deeper. "Fucking hell...I fucking love this, you're fucking incredible." He was the incredible one and somehow his coarse talking only served to make my blood roar more and triggered my desire higher, because I knew in that moment he was letting go of every possible restraint and control. I penetrated him and kept a rather intense rhythm, seeing how his body accommodated to me and how he shifted around me as if asking for more.

Anatoly had let out his raw and aggressive side, moving against me wilder, an edge of roughness even which only pushed my already unleashed side, his breathing increasing and his nails scraping against the wall, ordering me to take him wilder: that was precisely what I wanted and to that I obeyed.

"I love this, and it makes me want more and more." I said with hard voice, my lips still on his ear as my teeth teased it. "I will only let myself enjoy it and let this side out entirely." There was something in Anatoly that rendered me insatiable when it came to sex and making love and I fully realised it solely after this month. Feeling him warmth around me and how he moved to allow me deeper and pleasure us both was about to bring me on my undoing point. But I would not let it end immediately.

"Fuck me," he hissed out, pretty much agreeing with me.

I pulled out and made him turn around, thus we lost ourselves in a very heated and aggressive kiss, our arms locked on each other's bodies, almost biting each other and growling out like two frenzied beasts, until we somehow calmed down at the same time, more savouring the intensity and depth of the kiss, our lips almost smiling and I carefully lowered myself on my back, making him follow to straddle me.

"I want to see your face," I told him more gently and he let me penetrate him as we linked our hands together.

He arched back at first, his head bent while his lips parted to let out his sensual abandon: he was a view worth eternal damnation and my eyes kept glued to him, drinking every moment, my hardness completely buried inside of him, slowly moving around for a while, for then thrusting leisurely, feeling our bodies trembling. I untangled one hand only to reach for his erection, going to massage it, seeing how that unravel more pleasure in him.

Then, his eyes locked on mine and he lowered himself on me, our skins almost touching, his lips a mere breath away from mine. I kept my hand around him, and I intently watched him drown in desire as I increased and slowed the pace, his eyes widening and then slightly closing. He was breath-taking, he was the one able to break through my control and limits, the one bringing me to the verge of crushing ecstasy. He was the one who broke all my restraints.

"Anatoly, I love you," I said, and he opened his eyes, going for my hand and bringing it beside my face, our fingers laced together. "I do love you more than I will ever be able to express. You are my entire world." And I meant those words with all my heart, mind and soul.

"And you're mine, Oleg," he murmured back, his lips whispering first on mine and then, they aggressively kissed me, but soon turned more loving, almost smiling, his tongue pecking mine as if playing to dart away as soon as I touched it with mine. We found ourselves chuckling and we kissed longer, until he pulled away. "I so much love you..." I was still thrusting inside of him and he slightly pushed himself up, one of his hands moving to his hardness. He smiled, more provocatively and sensually this time, his eyes staring directly at mine, dazing me and having me entirely in his hands and spell. "I want more," he said, and I complied, penetrating him harder, yet not aggressively, only more assertively, making him mine and taking him as he wished.

I watched him touch himself almost hypnotized by the sensuality of his movements, by the expression on his face that made my heart race and my blood course faster. I thrust once very deep and stayed there, letting us lose ourselves in that. He dropped his head and growled out as we both felt losing control, as we both felt ourselves reaching the highest pleasure, so I went to move inside of him again, his hand sliding faster over his erection, and therefore a devastating orgasm hit us at the same time and we fell together in the depth of the abandon, our breathing and growling resounding in the bedroom. Until he dropped on top of my chest and breathed against my neck. My arms immediately wrapped around his back, pulling closer and I closed my eyes a moment as the lingering feeling of the orgasm slowly slipped away, leaving me beautifully tired.

"That was very intense," I confessed spontaneously, almost speaking to myself only and he agreed mostly making a sound of assenting with his throat. He also was tired, judging by the way he kept sprawled over me, and it gave me more satisfaction and pleasure than I had imagined. "Are you OK?"

"I should be the one asking you this, but you fucked the light out of me, and I need a moment. I swear, it was so damn strong my head spun." I felt my lips curving up and he turned his face to look at me. "I knew you'd be smirking like that, hot, arrogant bastard." I pecked his lips and surely, my conceited mood was forgiven.

"Shower?" He nodded and we managed to walk to the bathroom, where we kissed for long minutes under the warm water, our bodies pressed together and the drops of water fusing with our lips, wrapping our arms tightly around each other, as if never wanting to let go.

"Fuck, that was freaking intense, are you OK?" Anatoly asked as we walked back from the shower we took together, for then lying back in bed, still stark naked and in each other arms.

"I am, brat," I replied pulling him closer, enjoying the feeling of his warm skin, of his own smell mixed with shower gel, of his fingers softly moving on my arm, lingering on the still red scar procured by the bullet. "And however, you did not much resist me. In fact, you did not resist me at all." It had taken almost nothing to convince him it would not hurt me and in no time, we found ourselves on my bed, going for our clothes, avidly touching each other and kissing so ravenously that we managed literally tearing apart my and his tee-shirt in the heat of the moment.

He grunted something under his breath I could not hear and rolled his eyes.

"It seems you're much more impulsive that I am," he retorted back with a smug smile and I replied by kissing him again. I loved feeling him so warm and pulsing in my hands, his muscles shifting along and pressing against mine, his hands over me.

"I missed making love with you and I can see you did the same, hmm? You were not complaining just a few minutes ago."

"Seriously, I'll never get used to your very gloating and sort of conceited side in bed," he remarked, for then caressing the lines of the tattoos on my arm. "I need to get back to that salon and go on with mine, and completely get rid of this shit on my neck, since in the past weeks that obviously wasn't a priority and I just had one session," he said, trying to change subject and I smiled at his effort of hiding shyness. "What are you smirking about?"

"I am merely smiling," I replied calmly, and he touched my forehead with his, closing his eyes and taking a long breath.

"I fucking missed this with you, you're right, so yeah, gloat as much as you wish. You're damn incredible in bed and you destroyed me, but you know I like it in that way. You're awesome and I missed you physically speaking, but I was afraid for your wounds and such." He spoke keeping his eyes closed. "Honestly, I look forward to being back riding our motorbikes together, because I'll kick your ass for making me say such embarrassing and lame stuff," he said between his teeth and I chuckled at his expression.

"I know you were, but I am perfectly fine, and I just needed to feel you in this way." My arms wrapped him stronger. "Thank you for the incredible and awesome, punk," I murmured as I let my nose slowly trace the line of his neck, my lips following. I felt his heartbeat increasing, just as I heard him breathing louder. Indeed, teasing him had become rather amusing and at times it was all too easy. He grabbed my face and made me look at him: his eyes flashed at mine and I smirked even more darkly.

"Bastard, you do enjoy this."

"I do," I admitted, and he licked the tip of my nose, followed by a clear and relaxed laugh. I loved hearing him like this. Free and at peace, happy and carefree.

"Well Oleg, I was so horny that I don't even mind telling you. I really missed it and tomorrow comes pay-back from me, because for today you will take it easier." I smirked at his words and rolled us over, finding myself hovering above him, our naked bodies touching.

"Are you sure you can wait until tomorrow?" I provoked him and his eyes immediately widened and flashed in his very typical short temper. He pulled my head down and crushed his lips on mine, effectively taking control over the kiss for some time, until I controlled it and made him growl in pleased annoyance. I pulled back as I felt him growing in desire and I earned a very much irritated groan and dark glare. "Indeed, I can see you can perfectly wait until tomorrow."

He was hard again and so was I, our breathing increasing, and I knew the way I looked at him only inflamed both his pride and desire. He aggressively kissed me and pushed me on my back, going to block both as my wrists with quite a strong grip. His pupils were dilated in excitement and I kept staring at him in the same way.

"What is it, hmm?" He carefully sat straddling me and there was a very dark and excited light in his beautiful eyes.

He leaned over me and lightly kissed my lips, my nose, my face and very slowly descended on my neck, my chest, slowly, very slowly tracing the lines of my inks with his lips and the tip of his tongue, his hands still holding me. He shifted lower on me, still careful to not sit on the leg I had been shot to, still afraid of causing me pain and I loved him more and more. He bit my nipple quite harshly and I hissed in growing pleasure, feeling myself getting even harder as I felt his erection pressing on me. He chuckled but there was nothing of shy or kind in that and our eyes met. We smirked at each other like two wolves stalking each other and he suddenly pushed himself up, his mouth a mere breath away from mine.

"I fucking love you," he said, his lips slightly touching mine and he bit the upper one, for then letting his tongue play with mine, our eyes never letting go of each other. He had let go of my wrists and our fingers locked together, pressing hard against the bed sheets. We played more with our tongues and he pulled away a moment. "I love you like crazy, Oleg, and yeah, I can't damn resist you now, but I'll have it my way," he was the one smirking darkly and it fuelled my desire even more, making my blood roar in want and my body shiver in anticipation.

"Have it your way then," I told him with low and strained voice, as it echoed of my burning lust.

Anatoly first pressed his lips hard on me and we kissed wildly, both of us growling out in pleasure and then broke it, for quickly moving down. I hissed out and threw my head back as his warm mouth closed around my pulsing erection, as his tongue moved on it in a very dangerous and enticing way, now very slow and then stronger, faster. My hands went on his head and my fingers buried in his hair, pulling it when he took me deeper in his mouth. I kept my eyes shut for some time, letting him drive me to higher levels of physical pleasure, feeling his tongue playing with my hard member, then his lips and sometimes his teeth, for the brat really knew how to drive my sanity to its limits, how to slash my every restraint.

Then, I opened my eyes, and our stares met, melting in our desire, hearing our rough breathings and seeing him enjoying this. I wanted to give him the same exact pleasure and make him growl in the same sexual fire. I loved the fact Anatoly was the only one who brought out this rather wild and ravenous side of me in bed, as I loved knowing it was the same for him. I smirked at him and he halted a moment, as if reading into me.

"Come here and let me have you, too, brat," I said without bothering to ask, but pretty much ordering, and he hesitated a moment for then pulling away from me just to give me quite the smug smile. I knew he was in the right playful mood and so was I.

"Sir, yes sir," he replied with a very conceited smirk and definitely did not object to my order, moving so that I could enjoy first drawing the lines of his incredibly rock-hard and round ass, with both my hands and tongue forcing him to hiss and moan in pleasure around my erection, as he allowed me once more very deep in his mouth. We groaned at the same time, for I pulled him more on me and moved his tights in order to take him in my mouth.

"Oooh fuuucccckkk," he groaned out, pulling away a moment from me, my eyes seeing his hands grabbing the sheets as if wanting to tear them apart, his head bent down in sexual abandon, so I taunted him more and more ravenously, feeling fire coursing through my veins and he hissed louder, for then engulfing my hard member with his lips, allowing me entirely in his mouth and pulling back, slightly teasing with his teeth.

"Anatoly," I found myself muttering in blinding pleasure.

"Fuck, this is fucking amazing," he spoke on me and I shivered in a daze of senses, his tongue taking to slowly slid around my hardness and I allowed him deeper, wanting to hear him groan out my name. And he did.

"Fuck, Oleg...I'm about to come," he went to move away, but I did not let go and after a moment of hesitation he wrapped his mouth around me and we drove each other to such strong and overwhelming height that we lost ourselves in the intensity of the orgasm, until we moved from the position in which we were. I was breathing very deeply, and it could be heard in the silent bedroom, just as I could hear Anatoly, who then collapsed on top of me. "You officially drove me crazy today...fuck...I never did anything like this," he admitted between heavy breaths and I linked my hands with his, searching for his eyes.

"Neither did I," I said. "Anatoly, you surely have quite a dangerous power on me and you know how to pull out a rather feral and demanding side from me." He smiled obviously very pleased by hearing that, because if he called me arrogant in a good way in bed, he was no different, and our innate competitive sides found each other and clashed in the most perfect, wild way.

"Right back at you, hot bastard." He slipped to my side and I moved on mine, so that we were facing each other. "God, I thought I'd go mental...I swear, I love the way you are during sex. Fuck, I'll think about all sort of crazy things to try together."

"I am open to suggestions," I mused, and he smile half tenderly half smugly, perfectly representing his personality: a touch of endearing and timid softness and a touch of reckless and impulsive temper. Even though, in the past weeks Anatoly had become much more patient and capable of controlling his outburst, somehow able to cool down on his own. It gave me great pride and joy, for he finally understood his real value and I believe, he had almost forgiven himself completely.

"You blow me away every single time, Oleg, and I'd never thought you'd go for that, but it was insane in the best way. Just like when we used your tie, which I am looking forward to seeing on you once you're working with dad or all together at home, you wearing one of your dark suits." Of course, he would say that, and, in all honesty, I also looked forward to using it again, but in a complete different way. "That also was fucking hot."

I loved to hear that and pressed my forehead against his, letting my hand tenderly caress his hair, as we simply lay naked in bed in complete silence, only staring at each other, smiling. "I'm so glad everything is over and left in the past."

"So am I, Anatoly."

We stayed like for another short time, until he declared we definitely needed to wash our mouths and I just nodded while smiling, following him to the bathroom. Somehow, in the past days and weeks, I could not stop smiling whenever I was with him, whenever I looked at him.

After that, we prepared something to eat and his parents called, inviting us over for dinner. I thanked Mrs. Denisov and accepted her kind invitation. Anatoly drove my Dodge Viper and clearly broke the speed limit, but just then I gave up on that. If I were to receive a fine, he was going to pay for that and I warned him already, but the adrenaline was too tempting for him.

"Are you sure you don't have enough of me staying at your place?" He asked once more while he drove, and I chuckled. "What?" He barked out, quickly throwing quite the annoyed look at me. "I'm just asking."

"You perfectly know I actually enjoy it very much. I merely do not want you to be too much away from your family, but I already told you this." He nodded and kept silent for a while, even though he was thinking over something and I believed I guessed what that was; however, he had to say it himself. He stayed quiet for some time, until we almost reached his house and then, suddenly, he pulled over to the side of the street and stopped the car.

"You really don't mind having me around all the time?"

"No," I said calmly, yet firmly.

"So, you think some day we could, you know..." he snorted out trying to cover his shyness, a hand quickly passing over his newly shaved hair, still kept in the same punkish style.

"We could what, Anatoly?" I understood what he meant, but I wanted to hear it directly from him. He had to let go of his last small, remaining insecurities. There was no longer need for them and I was sure he was about to realize it by himself.

"You're so annoying sometimes, you know that, right?" I said nothing and simply looked at him appearing patient and calm, and he cursed under his breath. "I mean, some day we could, arghh, you're so infuriating I swear, I mean live together." He finally said it and I quickly leaned closer, going to kiss his forehead. Such a short-tempered brat he was sometimes and I shall never wish for him to completely change or tame that side of him, for it belonged to him and it was pure and raw Anatoly.

"Indeed," I said, and he looked at me surprised. "You thought I would say otherwise? You have my house's keys and I want to be with you, which I already repeated and made myself clear about; thus, it should not surprise you much. Only, first get your first college degree and become a professional motorbike rider," I challenged him, because I wished for him to spend some more time with his family, given how much they loved him and what happened in the past. He also needed it and he seemed to understand my request, for we could always have some days for ourselves only.

"Fine, I'll do that and then you'll be stuck with me."

"I will be looking forward to being stuck with such an impulsive yet control-shredding brat," I replied in kind and he shook his head, going to re-start the car. "Anatoly?" For a few days I had an idea in my mind and I wanted to hear his opinion.

"Hmm?"

"I would like to invite your parents, your brother and Marlon over at my place for lunch or dinner. I want to thank them for everything they have done, and I want them to feel welcomed to my place." He shot his eyes to me and then quickly looked back to the street. The Denisov were right in saying we were family, and this was the least I could do. Marlon and I had become more friends than mere working partners, and I could never be grateful enough for his impeccable and very professional assistance in our matters.

"I'm sure mom would love that and also Dima," he grinned at the idea and seeing him so pleased and content gave me a very warm feeling. "Oh, be ready for tonight. Dima invited Jasper and I'm sure he'll blabbed some of his usual bullshit." He then thought about something and gave me a side glance. "Well, not so much, considered he keeps his trap shut with you, so I might be the one having fun at his expenses."

As I said, he needed more time with his family, because the new bond they formed after everything that happened and went through together only strengthened and deepened considerably. Anatoly also had become slightly more open in voicing or demonstrating his emotions, especially around his mother, and that made Mrs. Denisov very happy. All considered, they all needed more time together and I knew I was going to have my entire life to spend with him; thus, I could gladly wait some more time.

When we reached the Denisov's residence, Mrs. Denisov welcomed us in her usual warm way, hugging first her son and then me. It was still all very new for me and it was not effortless to return the same gesture; Anatoly seemed to enjoy that, and I made a mental note to exercise some due payback whenever the right occasion would present itself. Mr. Denisov joined us in the kitchen as we discussed something work-related, for he wanted to hear my opinion, and after that, he asked me to follow him in his studio. He closed the door behind us and invited me to sit on a chair in front of his desk, while he sat on the opposite one, directly facing me.

"I have two things to discuss with you, Oleg," he spoke with levelled voice going to the point at once, his ice-blue eyes staring intently at me.

"Sir," I replied inclining my head, ready to listen to him and assist in anything he might need.

"First, Konstantin was very pleased for what happened three weeks ago and the fact we avoided a dangerous war between gangs and get rid of such a treacherous, unstable element as Caden. He was also very grateful for letting him take care of the entire gang and of its connection in Los Angeles, for he greatly profited from that." I held no doubts in the matter and hearing the men in Los Angeles had been dealt with made me feel even better.

"That is very good, sir, and once more, my apologies for not having been able to assist you until the very end."

"You did much more than that, Oleg. You saved my son's life and for that, I will never cease to be grateful. Nothing can repay what you did, your sacrifice."

"I love Anatoly," I replied in all sincerity, and he nodded.

"I know that very well." He smiled warmly at me and then continued, "but back to what I want to discuss with you. As I said, Konstantin was very pleased and wants to show his gratitude in a way I very much approve of, but first I wanted to also request for your opinion."

"What is it, sir?"

"He will arrange to have that vermin who tried to abuse my son, and now rotting in prison, to be killed there." He did not need to ask what I thought of that and I did not need time to consider it. The answer was very simple indeed.

"I wished I had the permission to terminate his miserable life with my own hands, but I understood why you ordered otherwise, and I am very grateful for that. Please, do keep me informed and give my regards and appreciation to Mr. Konstantin, if you judge it appropriate."

"I will do that, and I shall give him your regards, for he was highly impressed by you. I do know he holds you in great esteem, especially after witnessing what you did for my family. However, I am not aware of all the details, how it will happen, when or who will do that, which is what I asked, and I am sure you do understand my reasons."

He set his eyes once more on me and there was even more determination in there, so I solely nodded. Indeed, keeping in the darkness regarding such details was the most advisable, clever choice and he knew how to protect his family.

"The second and more important matter, Oleg, is that I wish to make you my business partner."

"Excuse me, sir?" I asked very much taken aback and he chuckled softly, placing a hand on my knee, a very affectionate gesture none of us would have found natural only months ago, but many things changed in the meantime. I still found it rather foreign, but I decided to accept their affection.

"Please let myself make clear of one matter: I am not asking you now because of what happened three weeks ago, because of what you did for my son even with that woman named Mrs. Palmer. No, this is not the reason, for I would never disrespect you or cheaply repay your sacrifices and actions in this way."

I said nothing, as he eyes set very hard and penetrating on me. He shoulders were pushed back, sitting very straight, and, in that moment, he commanded pure respect and a strength that surpassed the mere physical aspect. Mr. Denisov was a natural leader who would easily intimidate and command people around him, but he would also effortlessly make them appreciate the incredible man he was. And I found myself admiring him even more. Those words made see how attached I had become to him and to his entire family. Therefore, I only replied the necessary.

"Your words are more than enough, sir. You welcomed me in this family, and this is more than I can ask for." He conceded me a smile and nodded once, acknowledging my words.

"Oleg, I have long thought of this, but I knew the right time had yet to come for asking you. I believe now is the perfect moment for you and for myself. You are too talented and capable to be a mere assistant, and you have learned a lot by standing at my side, knowing how I operate, what I need to get done and when I need it done. You have very keen and quick judgement, seeing through people just like I do. You have many skills and talents, and you do enjoy your role." I nodded, for I deeply enjoyed working at the side of such incredible man, and I let him continue. "I know you very well and I know you will try to argue against this decision, but I do not wish to reconsider it, so please take some time to think over it and then give me your reply. I cannot ask for a better and more loyal and efficient business partner than you, thus, think about it." He smiled and moved his hand away, crossing one leg over the other. "I am not very much inclined in hearing a refusal from you."

"What about your sons, sir?"

"We both know Tolya will not really continue the business or maybe he will in years to come. He has other interests for now and I fully respect them; he must do as he chooses. As for Dima, I believe he will study to support me, but he will require time and experience, and you would be the perfect person to stay at his side once I must retire." He paused a moment and quickly consulted the Rolex at his wrist. "Speaking of Dima, they will be here soon enough. So please, do consider my offer properly, Oleg. There is no better partner out there." I lowered my head deeply in gratitude, for his words really struck me.

I stared back at him in complete silent and considered his proposition, what he had said and the way he judged me. I considered all of it not only for his or my sake, but as well for Anatoly's. This changed things and for the better, in a very unexpected way. My eyes moved a moment to my hands, recollecting everything that happened in my life and what happened after meeting Yevgeny Denisov. I looked back at him and he was patiently waiting for me. The Denisov had always managed to surprise me and find me out of guard in a way or another, but in a very good and positive manner. They unexpectedly gave me a new chance, a new life and a family I loved with all my heart and soul. I found myself smiling at Mr. Denisov and profoundly inclining my head in deep and sincere gratitude.

"It would be an immense honour, sir. But only at one condition."

"What condition, Oleg?"

"That I will still remain your and your family's guard. I cannot have it differently." We exchanged a rather intense look, him carefully valuing my request, and he slowly nodded.

"Very well, I do accept it, because let me be frank with you: I would not trust anyone else in watching over myself and my family. You have my utmost trust and respect."

"Thank you, sir."

He stood up and stopped in front of me, placing a hand on my shoulder. Thus, I also got on my feet and he offered me his hand, which I took and shook with equal strength.

"This makes me very happy and I believe, my wife and my sons will also be very thrilled at the idea, Tolya in particular. However, I will leave you the chance to inform him with regard to this."

"Thank you, sir." For many, different things.

"Oleg? You will never be able to call me Zhenya or by my complete name, am I correct?"

"Indeed, sir. I believe I will never be able to do so, for many reasons. Is that a problem?"

"No, it definitely is not a problem. This is perfectly fine with me. Do as you prefer, but Oleg please know that your decision makes me very happy: thank you for accepting it." I nodded in gratitude and then we left the studio.

As we stepped back in the kitchen, Dmitri and his partner, Jasper Lucas, had arrived and Anatoly eyed me with a questioning look, but I slightly shook my head, meaning I would tell him later.

Dinner was very pleasant, and Mrs. Denisov once more proved to be an excellent cook, while her two sons proved once more to be extremely voracious subjects. Dmitri in particular tended to fork and bite into more food while about to swallow what was in his mouth already, making rather amusing sounds of appreciation. Anatoly as usual observed him and called him names, but he ate no less, just in a more controlled manner. I helped as much as Mrs. Denisov allowed me and we later enjoyed a slice of cake in the family living room, the fireplace on and the snow covering the streets outside. Anatoly sat beside me and, after having read a message, he looked at me with quite a bratty and wicked expression.

"The Mighty Sasha and even that jerk of Seryozha are asking when they can visit you? What shall I say?" He asked very much amused and I shook my head.

"Whenever it will be feasible for them, brat," I answered quickly smirking, for I exactly knew how to deal with him in a day or two.

"Fine then, I'll let them know."

"Very well," I said, and I moved my eyes in front of me, feeling someone staring at us. It was Mrs. Denisov and she was smiling in a very open and radiant way, her eyes shining for the happiness and, without doubts, maternal love she felt in that moment. I conceded a short smile back and inclined my head. "What did I tell you? Mom loves you, so just accept it. You're officially part of our family."

"And I am very glad and grateful for that," I sincerely replied and, while nobody paid attention to us as they discussed some matter with Dmitri and his partner, we let our fingers touch for a brief moment and we exchanged a smile only we could understand entirely.

ANATOLY POV:

We left my parents' place before Dima could come up with more idiotic ideas, but in the end we had to agree on meeting soon to celebrate the Mighty Sasha's and Travis's birthdays, since the crazy dude was flying back for the occasion at the end of the month and it seemed fine. I wonder what that jerk of Seryozha would say, but for sure he was going to suck it up and come, because Viola and Travis had become friends and did chat quite regularly. Somehow that didn't surprise me, considered how out of mind they both were each in their own peculiar way. And the best had yet to come. Apparently, the chipmunk began to talk about Star Wars with my fairy friend and she became curious, starting to watch the movies. I heard from Dima they had a group chat in where they exchanged memes or whatever the hell a bunch of nerds like them would do. Yeah, well, she sent me stuff about "The Lord of the Rings", but that better be kept secret.

However, I was glad my old friends got along with and decided to invite my friends from school and for the occasion I thought we could ask Sharon, too. She was quite cool, and I was positive she would fall head over heels for Travis and secretly drool while looking at Sasha. Maybe the annoying shrimp, but only if he swore to be less irritating and I could only imagine at how he would freak out seeing my man once more and then meeting the Mighty Sasha.

Oh, hell yeah, we really had to invite him and pretty much only for my and Lebedev's fun, because we both deserved some goddamn fun for the patience that we imposed on ourselves whenever around him. Seryozha sometimes literally bit his knuckles to repress a sure to come abrasive-as-hell insult and I often barked out laughing at that, causing him to instead throw insults at me and we went on and on. I had to admit that my life-school would have been boring without them.

Oleg had been fine with the idea of the evening out and, while I drove us back to his place, I stole quick looks at him from the corner of my eye. He had agreed without debating over that much and, as we sat in the living room, he was much more relaxed than he had ever been; of course, he was still my impassive, hot man that would not talk too much, giving short, measured replies, but however, he was different. He was more...yeah, he was more open and comfortable, as if finally feeling at ease surrounded by my family in such way, as if finally getting into his damn stubborn head he deserved it.

I also believe he secretly gave up and decided to cooperate, granted he was the mature and responsible type, who would rather shoot his own foot than create issues to the people around him he held in high regard. So yeah, the hot bastard for sure gave in and decided to make himself more at ease and genuinely feeling part of our family. Mom sure had the right touch in that, and I loved her very freaking much for that.

"What is it, Anatoly?" I shot him an inquiring look and he smirked. Fuck me...that smirk of his, when the left corner of his mouth was tilted up more than the other, as his dark wells quickly travelled my eyes with a light that triggered me no little, always caught me and managed to ignite my blood, in a way or another. And right then, it pretty much was my horny state that was turned on like crazy. "You kept glancing at me from time to time," he replied to my mute question and I grumbled out something he didn't hear. He had caught me, awesome. "What is it?"

"Nothing much, I was just thinking about the way you behaved before with my parents, Dima and his chipmunk."

"Something wrong or that did upset you?"

"No, why this dumbass question?" He threw me quite the dark glare at my words and I chuckled. Just a year ago I never thought I'd be here like this, sort of joking and teasing such intimidating and freaking hot man, mostly being scared of him and annoyed as fuck. And now, well now, things turned around completely and he was my intimidating, hot badass man. Oh God, thinking about his badass side wasn't very smart, because it woke up my buddy and I was starting to sound like Dima, so I had to stop it and get back to the main point. "No, I meant to say you looked more relaxed, less impassive and detached than usual. You looked like you felt good and at ease being there."

"I do feel good and at ease, as you said, while around your family, Anatoly." I smiled at his words, not able to contain it and not even caring to cover it. God, I was so freaking happy to hear him saying that, so much I couldn't give a flying fuck if I sounded sappy and lame like my brother. OK, maybe not like him, but that wasn't the point here.

"Really?"

"Yes. They are exceptional persons and they welcomed me in every possible way, but always being considered of my feelings and ideas. I respect them, of course, but I realized I found myself growing very attached to them. To all of them." Coming from Oleg, those words meant a lot and they pretty much said he loved them back in the same way and finally felt part of the family, finally deserving it. Fuck me, I don't think I could ask for more. "It is not effortless for someone like me, but I am trying to accept the small attentions and affection your parents kindly give me, telling myself I can only gratefully accept it. It takes time, believe me."

We exchanged a quick look and a soft smile, before my eyes darted back to the street, because if I were to wreck his beloved Viper, he would kick my ass. We stayed silent for a moment and I decided to be honest with him.

"I'm happy about it and I mean it."

"Spasiba," he said with lower voice and I felt something stirring inside of me, a rather chaotic mix of desire and love and for a brief moment I had to touch him, letting my right-hand search for his. And then I remembered something that happened right before dinner.

"What dad did tell you?"

"Two things, which I would have spoken about once back home, but I am glad you asked." He moved a hand on the back of my head, and I leaned more into it, still keeping my eyes glued to the street. Sweet Lord, Oleg had become even more open about our feelings and his emotions, and he touched me more often, even if still in a private way, just as we both preferred. I loved this so freaking much that I couldn't wait to be back to his place and be alone with him. "First, he told me that Mr. Konstantin, as a favour for what happened with the Demons White Beasts, will get that piece of human trashed killed in prison."

I froze at hearing at that and swallowed down. There was no need to ask who the piece of shit was, because only piece of shit still breathing and in prison made his voice sound like that. Nice sort of favour...

"How?"

"I do not know the details and neither does Mr. Denisov, because he does not want to be involved. However, he must have very discreetly explained that piece of filth did something very wrong, displeasing your father, and I believe you finally entirely understood what kind of extraordinary man he is." Yeah, I got it that damn day and it made me see dad in a completely different light. Fuck, he sure was quite the man to not antagonize. "I see you got it, and this was one matter we discussed. The second," his fingers now played more with my hair and I stepped on the gas, wanting to be back already, but he caught me, "Anatoly, mind the speed," he pretty much ordered and I slowed down. Freaking annoying.

"So, what's the second stuff you talked about?"

"Your father offered me to become his business partner." I kept silent for a few seconds, processing what he said. That was freaking and fucking amazing.

"Fuck, that's awesome, Oleg," I suddenly barked out, looking at him and then back to the street. "Fuck, this calls for a celebration! But I knew he would do that sooner or later. You know all of that and you're freaking amazing and eerily efficient in pretty much everything and he trusts you a lot," I spoke quickly and without doubts smiling like some moron, but at this point I had given up. "What did you say? You said yes, right? I don't need to kick your hot ass, right?" I threw quite a look at him and he smiled. A smile that spoke more than many useless words.

He had accepted.

Finally!

Oleg finally accepted his qualities and real place inside our family; he accepted he deserved that and more.

"I did accept, yes, but at the one condition that I shall keep guarding him and your family, as I do." Well of course and it didn't even surprise me, especially because dad would probably never trust another person as much as Oleg.

"No wonder mom was so happy and cheerful during dinner." I shook my head and wondered whether they told Dima or not, deciding to leave him in the darkness and just be his usual doofus-self.

"I accepted it for many reasons, as respect for your father and his decision, gratitude, and also because of you."

"What do you mean?"

"I want to be a man you can rely on completely," he calmly explained, and his fingers kept caressing my hair.

"You are, believe me. You freaking are, no matter what." I silently swallowed down what his words moved in me and stayed silent for a bit. "I decided where to study after high school and also, I want to become a professional racer, so then it'll be two of us being reliable men." He tenderly chuckled at my words and leaned closer, his lips taunting my ear and I felt the space inside the car suddenly too small, as the atmosphere around us completely changed and charged with electric desire and need.

"I look forward to seeing you win your first race, because you have great talent and I believe in you." He spoke so close to my ear that his lips and tongue slightly touched it, making me tightened the grip on the stirring wheel, feeling myself getting hard. He pulled away, and as I threw a quick glance at him, there he was, observing me with his usual dark smirk. Oh, fuck me. "You feel like paying back, am I right?" He asked with lower, rougher voice and I gulped down as my blood roared. Oleg had become way too dangerous and playful for my sanity. He was soon going to drive me even crazier than I was.

"I'm not even going to deny it," I admitted, and I heard my voice revealing my quite raging lust and horniness. Yet, was he really OK? He definitely had been more than fine earlier and destroyed me like the beast he usually is in bed, even if we somehow took it slightly slower for obvious reasons, but what if that tired him?

"If you are asking yourself whether I am well enough or not, whether I feel pain or not, you can rest assured. If you worry whether it might have tired me or not, I will make you take back your pointless worry. Is that clear enough?" Very much clear and I said nothing, because I knew that tone of voice all too well. "I definitely am and after a month of not being physically close to you, this afternoon had not been remotely enough. I need and want to feel you more." I felt his eyes on me and I swear, he let out a rather dark, sensual chuckle that turned me on even more. "I know you feel the same, brat." Damn it, this new teasing side of him was going to be the complete, horny death of my mental sanity.

I gripped the steering wheel stronger and I was so hard that my jeans had become very uncomfortable. My skin was too tight on me, because my blood was pulsing madly and my desire roaring so much I was going out of mind. I heard myself swallowing down. I loved this Oleg way too freaking much for my own good. I tried to take a deep breath to calm myself down, but I miserably failed, just wanting to be back to his place already, and so, I decided.

"Oleg?"

"Yes?" His tone of voice triggered me even more and when I spoke, I was mostly growling, my excitement and lust impossible to hide.

"I'm so going to fuck you like crazy." And he was damn right: after what happened and after pretty much a month of not being with each other in this way, this afternoon hadn't been enough at all. I also wanted and needed more.

"Are you?" He provoked me and I could imagine the expression on his face and the way his eyes looked. In that precise moment, we reached his place and I halted the car in front of his house, immediately going to crush my mouth on his, pulling out a very lustful and hungry growl from him, and of course, I fucking enjoyed that, my ego howling in pride and pure, gloating satisfaction. I was the one making him sound like that.

"Oh yeah, I definitely am," I said after breaking the kiss.

The Viper was too freaking small for us. We smirked at each other and somehow managed to lock the car and walk inside the house, kicking the door close behind us, hastily discarding part of our clothes around and we definitely didn't make it to the bedroom, as at once he pressed me against the entrance door and blocked both my wrists above my head with his strong, unyielding grip. We kissed for long time, groaning and feeling our heated skins touching, one of his hands keeping my wrists in check and the other grabbing my ass. I was losing it. I bit his tongue and struggled against his grip, wanting to get my hands on his damn hot, iron-made body. He chuckled once more in that same way on my lips and let go of me, only for grabbing my ass with both hands and pulling me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and sank my fingers and nails on his back. He definitely wasn't tired.

We still wore jeans, but it wasn't going to last long, and I was going senseless for the excitement. I untangled my legs and turned us around, pushing him against the door. I was going to be the one leading the game for now and the smile on his face had nothing of soft or tender. He just achieved to provoke me more and I quickly undid his belt and jeans, thrusting them down; his hands followed mine and we soon were completely naked. Oleg had let the fireplace slightly on and so, the room had a balmy, warm temperature.

We stumbled on the large couch in the living room; we made out so fucking much we both almost came and then, a bit of rationality came back to my horny, Oleg-crazed self, reminding me of his leg. The couch wasn't the best option for now.

"Bedroom," I sort of ordered in a groan and, before replying, his mouth closed on my mine for a longer and out of mind moment. He was a mind-blowing kisser and he was always so intense I could feel his emotions, his love and his burning desire. My hands lost themselves on his muscles, first his back, then his arms and I fucking enjoyed feeling them strained and hard as rock, feeling him damn hard as rock against me.

"Bedroom, brat," he replied, and he broke the kiss to seize me with a look that punched the air out of me, leaving me tongue-tied for a moment. Oh, fuck me. Who was I kidding? I sure was going to screw the light out of him because I had to and because he loved my untamed side in bed, but the moment our eyes met and his dark stare ensnared me, I knew he was going to destroy me another time and I wasn't going to complain about it.

He was right: we both needed more and more.

I collapsed on couch after a quick shower we took together and I felt like I had run for miles and miles. I was exhausted and, to my great satisfaction, so was Oleg, even if it was less obvious on him and I got it because he admitted it straight away.

"I'm starving," I blabbed out and he chuckled, this time being the one letting his head rest on my lap as we rested in the silent and dark living room. We both enjoyed the quietness of a dim room from time to time, especially when outside was cold, and a slow fire burned in the hearth. "What about you?"

"I must admit it is the same for me. You sure managed to very much and nicely tire me." His hand reached for the back of my head and pulled it down, our faces moving closer. He slightly pushed himself up and, in the motion, I caught view of his abs flexing. Fuck...Oleg had such a rock-like body and I never got tired of touching it, enjoying it, biting it and more. His lips barely touched mine and he whispered three words that always made my heart race insanely. I murmured them back and he sat up beside me. "What would you like to eat?"

"Mom gave us something from the dinner and a huge piece of her amazing cake. What about that?"

"It is fine with me. I think we left them in the car, though, speaking of which, I must park inside the garage."

"I'll do it," I immediately offered, and he shook his head, but I insisted. "Let me do it, it's cold outside and you know what." He massaged his forehead and I knew I was going to get it once he was in complete, perfect conditions, but for now he had to suck it up.

"Very well, do as you wish." I discovered Oleg had a great amount of patience, much more than what he often declared, and he was obviously using it all in these weeks. So yeah, I definitely was going to get it sooner or later and I was going to curse myself. He observed me a moment and I knew he freaking read into me. "Indeed, Anatoly," he confirmed my thoughts and I widened my eyes a moment, getting up on my feet as if something had bitten my ass.

"Food," I said to change subject.

"Brat," he murmured shaking his head, but the fact was that he never looked annoyed or pissed. I think he just let me have my way for the time being and I was really grateful he avoided being his usual stubborn self. "I will prepare tea in the meantime," he said, and he also stood up, going to walk to the kitchen. I stayed there a moment and stared at his back, at his broad, muscular, scarred and tattooed back. He had shouldered so much in his life and I loved that man so fucking much. He halted a moment and tilted his head to the side, glancing at me. "Wear a jacket, it is very cold outside." I nodded, and he walked ahead; my feet moved with a mind of their own, and in a couple of steps I was hugging him from behind, my face on his back and my arms tightly around him. He felt so strong and warm.

"Ya teebya lyublyu," I murmured quietly, very quietly. His hands went on mine, our fingers lacing, and we remained like that in complete silence for a few seconds, the ticking of the clock in the room and our calm breathings the only sounds to be heard.

We had faced so much together and sometimes, it all felt surreal. Yet, it had happened. And we had been together in all that mess.

I tightened the embrace, and then I released him and rushed to grab my jacket at the entrance and went for the door.

I was definitely looking forward to enjoying mom's amazing food with him, for then maybe playing a game of chess, where I would try to kick his ass.

On Sunday we just lazed around, and I could see it was biting into his ass, for a man like him was not used to inactivity, but both the doctor who operated him and the therapist he was seeing for his leg and arm categorically forbade him to train in that crazy way of his for another couple of weeks. Hulk-like training and his early morning running had to wait, just as riding his new babe had to be postponed for a while. It surely sucked big time for him, but Oleg didn't show anything, patiently waiting. He had agreed because he is like that, responsible and calm, always knowing what's the best. We went for a short walk and lunch outside, then we played more chess games and once I managed to beat him, which led me to an outburst of pure bratty arrogance I knew I was soon going to pay for.

As I was sprawled on the carpet reading and he was reviewing some documents, for he would resume assisting my father the following week, my phone rang, and I checked the number, seeing Adrian's one on the screen.

"Adrian, how are you?" I found strange for him calling at such hour, but something told me it had to do with Vincent. I hadn't been able to get in touch with him in the past weeks, as he avoided me big time. I visited him at the hospital once, but he had refused admitting me the second time and I decided to give him some space. All too well I understood how he must have felt and letting him work around this was the only thing I could do.

"I'm very good, thanks for asking. What about you? How is Oleg?"

We had talked about what happened in school and he was the only one, aside Marlon, Vince seemed comfortable enough to see. He couldn't ride for some time, considered one of his shins was broken. Seryozha had expressed enough concern for him, considered how little he liked and could stand Vincent, and that was more than anyone could hope for. He honestly surprised me when he asked, and I really believed Viola had real magic. My loud, sweet friend had grasped at things at once, but asked nothing and played along with my excuses that explained the bruises on my face and such to Sharon and the shrimp. By the way, the freaking shrimp was still annoying as fuck, looking at me and Sergey as if about to run for his life; I think Lebedev hadn't slapped more sense in him just because of Viola, trying his best not to bark at him every single time he glared at us or said something moronic, counting till hundred before calling him with more names.

Viola...she had discreetly told me how worried she had been after seeing my bruises, immediately doing her math. She got the gang was involved, yet my friend avoided questions and only jumped on my back hugging me tightly. I gave her the piggy ride she so much enjoyed, also for my secret joy considered the dirty, annoyed looks Seryozha threw at me, and thanked her. She had been an awesome skinny fairy and I owed her a huge slice of fluffy cake and some ridiculously pink drink.

"He's fine, but probably bored as fuck because he still cannot do his usual Hulk-like training," I replied smirking amused at my man and in all reply he gave me quite the look, shaking his head. "Where is V?"

"Out with Sergey, I think to the cinema or something like that. She also wanted to do some shopping, so I'm sure she took him to her favourite shops." How cute of that jerk and how lucky of me to know this, so I could tease the crap out of him the following day. Adrian hesitated a moment over the phone and I heard then he was calling from outside. "Tolya, are you both at home? Would you be free?" I glanced at Oleg and he nodded, having heard my friend's question.

"Yeah, we're both free and I can give you his address," I said, typing it in the chat, and then decided to ask directly. "Are you with Vince?"

"Yes, but he didn't want to talk to you over the phone, saying he must first face you directly." I had no doubts Adrian must have kicked some sense into his head in a way or another, for he sure was another bossy and rather domineering person, but in a more subtle, scary way. I was wrong to worry about him as much as I did at the beginning, because my friend sure had his ways with an idiot like Vincent.

"That didn't surprise me, knowing what a freaking stubborn and arrogant ass he is," I spoke louder on purpose, damn aware he was there listening to our conversation, and of course, he couldn't let it go.

"Hey, who's an arrogant ass?" Vincent asked annoyed, after having snatched Adrian's phone.

"You and very much stubborn and I'm glad you finally want to talk to me." He dropped silent at my words.

"Sorry," he only murmured, and I guess he gave the phone back to Adrian, for he was the one then talking. "We will be there soon, as we are not that far from the address you texted me and I am driving, since he definitely cannot give me the promised ride for another few weeks." The tone of his voice was very playful and apparently light, yet there was something else. I could only imagine how that annoyed Vincent. Oleg looked at me and a silent question was in his eyes, so I handed him my cell-phone.

"Adrian," he spoke with levelled and rather calm voice, "thank you for calling. You and Vincent are more than welcomed. Please, do come over whenever it is more convenient for you two." I smiled at him, because his words where the last kick in the ass my friend needed.

Not even after one hour, in which I'm pretty sure Adrian worked some more of his scary charm on Vincent, they rang the doorbell of Oleg's house and as he opened the door, welcoming them to come in, Vince froze and tried to take a step back as he went to move his crutches. Shit, he was still wearing a cast and one of his eyes would permanently have a more dilated pupil, making it look of a rather eerie green. Marlon explained us it happened because of a very violent punch or kick he received in the eye. I was so glad Caden and the entire gang had been wiped away and now rotted or burned in hell.

Vincent paled down as his eyes take in the silent and intimidating presence of Oleg and really tried to walk away. However, I didn't miss how Adrian placed a hand on his back and pushed him forward, whispering something in his ear that made that jerk swallow down and look at him as if in some daze.

"Adrian, Vincent, it is a pleasure to see you," my hot bastard greeted, but I noticed how his voice slightly hardened as his eyes moved on Vince. Yeah, it would take him time and I didn't blame him at all; I also had been quite pissed for his idiocy, for putting himself and then ourselves in danger, but it was over and I no longer had to energy to hold a grudge for that. He paid too much and I hoped he would soon find the way out like I did.

"Oleg, likewise. I'm glad to see you well, do you have any pain?" Adrian politely, yet friendly asked, going to shake his hand. "Tolya, you look in very good mood," he said to me, emphasising the words "very" and "good" and winking, his dimples showing on his face. I scoffed and muttered something unintelligible to him. Obviously, he hadn't missed my very chilled state and I guess yesterday sure made the trick.

Vincent kept silent and, as soon as our eyes met, he dropped them staring at the floor. I signed out and passed a hand in my hair. God, I was going to need a lot of patience.

"Please, do come in," Oleg said, leading them to the living room and again, Vince kept quiet and just staring at the floor or, right then, at the carpet. Adrian and I exchanged a quick look and he smiled openly, as if to say to give him time, because I could see how guilty he still felt. It was eating him inside and it was crystal clear he felt like a gigantic idiot, or way worse. Oleg caught his mood at once and then spoke to Adrian. "Can I offer you a glass of water or coffee?" My friend nodded and got up, catching the real meaning behind that.

"I can help, if that is OK with you and with Tolya," he casted me a very amused glance and I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not jealous," I defended myself, but somehow, they both looked at me with the same expression and I counted till ten before flipping them off. None of them would like that, so I decided to ignore them. They left us alone and I went to sit beside Vince, loudly dropping on the couch, but he still didn't either look or speak to me.

I waited for some time, listening to sounds coming from outside, to the clock ticking seconds and possibly minutes away, until my patience went out of the window.

I punched his arm and he finally looked at me, eyes haunted and tired, some cuts still visible and I noticed how he shifted his right leg, wincing as he must have done something painful. I felt bad for him, I really did, and the problem was that I had no idea how to help him nor I knew whether he wanted my help or not. No wonder Adrian had to drive him here. Two of his fingers in the left hand were still wrapped as they had been dislocated, and as I stared at him, at his face and at his eyes, I comprehended at once how he must have felt. Like I did many months ago.

"Talk to me, Vince," I said, and he sighed out, staring at the fireplace and then at the three pictures Oleg had placed on top of it, especially the one in which we were together.

"I'm sorry, Anatoly," he finally spoke, and his voice was a complete mess. "I'm so fucking sorry for what happened, for what I did, for not deleting your number and so, getting you into more troubles, risking to get your family into even bigger shit, for talking about him...I was just scared of what they could do to my sister, but that's not an exc..." I interrupted him straight away. This was the only way I could help him: being perfectly honest.

"I'm not mad at you. Oleg maybe is, but he is different, even if he understands why you did it and sort of predicted it. But really, Vince, I'm not mad and I'm tired of thinking about past bullshit and mistakes. You're free now and that's all it matters."

"No," he said with clearer voice. "It's not all it matters. I pretty much betrayed you and put you into danger, the only person I thought I loved, but don't know." He paused and gave me a questioning look as I eyed the kitchen somehow uneasy, creasing my forehead. "Adrian?" I nodded and he smiled. "He knows a lot, believe me, and there must be something good in me, because he's willing to give me a chance. Probably more than one, so I must try to behave well enough." He moved his eyes back to me and he looked so tired I felt bad for him.

"You didn't betray me at all, because I saw how they beat you up and I know how much you love your sister." I grabbed the back of his neck and forced him to stare at me. "Listen to me, you didn't betray me, OK? Yes, I had been mad at you for what happened to Oleg, but you got the idea what an incredible man he is, and I think you realized what an amazing family I have."

"Yeah, your father is quite a scary badass and remind me to never cross his way. I'd like to thank him, but I don't feel very comfortable at the idea."

"There is no need, believe me." I observed his cast. "When are they going to remove it?" I could imagine how much he twitched to be back on his motorbike, wanting to show off in front of Adrian.

"They said in two weeks more or less and then I will have to follow some rehabilitation because it was broken in a nasty way. If it weren't for your father's friend, that other scary Russian man I also hope to never antagonize, I wouldn't be able to afford the cost of the surgery and the rest. I really owe you and your family a lot and I don't even know how..."

"No need for that bullshit, Vince. Just get your shit together and behave well with Adrian, because he'll kick your ass just fine and let you rot in a corner if you don't do as he says. I was wrong in worrying about him," I added with an amused note and he smiled, letting his eyes wander to the direction my friend had walked to.

"He's quite a challenge, but damn hot, and he reads into me in a way that almost scares me. But I like it and don't know, makes me feel good. He understands many things and he doesn't judge at all. Don't get me wrong: you also never judged, but it feels different with him." I know what he meant about Adrian and I agreed. The guy sure was another rather exceptional, tough one. Our eyes met and I had to ask the damn question that bothered me in the past weeks.

"What did you have to solve with Skull? What happened in the past?" His face changed and his eyes averted to the opposite direction. Shit, I really touched the wrong button. "Don't wanna talk about it?"

"Sorry, no. I haven't said anything to Adrian yet and if this thing between us, whatever the hell we have, goes well, I want to tell him first."

"I get it and fine my me." There was no need to press for more, because it obviously stung him painfully. I eyed the door of the kitchen and chuckled, wondering what the heck were they doing there, whether they were talking or just staying there in patient silence. "Do you want something to drink? They are taking freaking forever."

"No thanks, I just wanted to talk to you and say what I had in mind. I'm really sorry, Tolya." I shook my head and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"It's over and we are both completely out of that shit. Just get your shit together, you hear me? I still want to ride our babes together, so get well soon. You'll see how much better I got."

"Always the responsible and nice one," he replied with a more Vincent-like smile and then, I got on my feet, but Oleg and Adrian left the kitchen and my hot man eyed me with a silent question, to which I replied with a quick nod. Vince went to stand with the help of the crutches and slowly approached Oleg, staring at his face only after having taken a long, deep breath. "I am very sorry," he only said, immediately dropping his head down in sincere apology.

My incredible bastard stared at him in silence for a few seconds and then spoke.

"Thank you for your sincere words, Vincent." My friend moved his eyes up and sort of paled while staring at those dark, piercing wells, his shoulders tensing up visibly. "You did something very reckless and dangerous, but I sort of understand why you did it, which however does not mean I will forgive it at once. Yet, I appreciate your decision to finally face Anatoly and your mistake." He paused a moment to observe him more and Vince grew more nervous. "Do take care of yourself," he pretty much ordered and that ass there could only nod, while Adrian smiled satisfied.

Yeah, he had seen something good in Vincent because he had good sides, he was a good person, only quite a lot messed up. What he said was true, the fact he never really opened up completely with me, how he kept things for himself all the time, so I really hope things with Adrian were going to work out for him; we never functioned together and all I wanted was to be friend. They left right after that and Adrian said he would pick me up for school, to which I didn't object, for I knew we had more to talk.

"He has some work to do, but I am sure he will arrive at the end of it, sooner or later," Oleg commented about Vincent as we sat on the couch.

"Yeah, that ass needs to get his head straight but believe me, he's in good hands," I said with a rather evil smile and Oleg just chuckled, his hand calmly caressing my hair.

OLEG POV – DAYS LATER:

I sat in the living room of my house with Anatoly at my side, his friends – Aleksandr and Sergey Lebedev and River Kelley, sitting on the other one, and as I glanced at my brat, he had a full and very open smile. However, I had to admit that seeing them and feeling their sincere concern was nice and heart-warming indeed and it made me once more appreciate their qualities. The younger Lebedev was slowly maturing and I could see the coldness I perceived from Aleksandr last time was no longer there, even if his ways were still rather curt and slightly distant.

River was the one who kept more silent, yet observed me often, and I could see Anatoly looking at him with questions. The young man gave me the impression of searching for answers to his hidden queries, his very well concealed doubts, but I believed he had to face whatever seemed to be in his mind. I got on my feet and decided to play the polite host by preparing coffee or tea, and as I stepped in the kitchen, Aleksandr Lebedev followed me silently.

"Thank you for what you have done for Tolya," he said at first, his clear blue eyes directly staring at mine, a hard yet good-hearted expression on his face. "I'm glad to see you are doing well and that your leg no longer gives you pain. Tolya explained me," he said, and I nodded to his kind concern. I always appreciated and respected a direct and straightforward person.

"There is no need to thank me. He is my partner and the person I love most, thus, that was only natural."

"I know what you mean," he replied, and I studied his icy-blue eyes, remembering what Anatoly explained me with regard to his partner and what happened a year ago. I conceded a brief smile and he relaxed stance, eyeing the coffee machine. "River likes it with milk and as for my cousin, I am not sure, but I believe anything will be fine. I can ask him, if you prefer." I shook my head.

"There is no need, he will have to drink what I will prepare," I said with a playful note in my voice and he quietly chuckled.

"Well, I doubt he'll complain at all, especially with you," he noted with his lips curving up only to one side of his mouth. Indeed, I also doubted Sergey Lebedev would say anything about the coffee; however, I really appreciated his efforts and I could see how he and Anatoly had slowly grown as friends, talking to each other in a relatively more civil, normal way. Of course, that did not mean they would stop throwing insults at each other any time soon and I sincerely believed that particular aspect of their friendship was never going to change. Their personalities were similar in some ways and different in others, both sharing a keen predisposition for abrasive sarcasm.

"I heard from Anatoly you also like riding motorbikes."

"Yes, I do. Travis really enjoys it, but I need to buy one. Tolya offered to advise me in the choice." No doubt with that and I cherished the feeling of hearing how close and open Anatoly had finally become with his friends. I was very happy for that and an idea formed in my mind, knowing my brat was not going to mind it at all.

"Would you like to join us once, when we will go for a race? I am sure Anatoly can give you very useful guidance and advices. He is very talented."

He observed me a moment in silence and then nodded with a quick smile. Conversing with this young man was rather easy and it was clear we both enjoyed quiet moments, not minding if silence followed the conversation; I also understood why they all were very fond of him.

"Spasiba, Oleg, I would really like that and from what I heard, both of you definitely can give me useful advices." Anatoly had probably spoke about our races and it secretly pleased me, imagining how he must have described me. Someone knocked at the door of the kitchen and River stood there with a very amused smile, shaking his head.

"I am very sorry to intrude, but Tolya and Sergey are arguing about...I don't even know what they are arguing about, and I needed a break from that." What had I just said? "Tolya and Dima arguing is one thing, but Tolya and Sergey is on a complete different level." I nodded my understanding, for I had witnessed them speaking over the phone and disagreeing over something.

"Aleksandr said you take coffee with milk, correct?" I asked to make some conversation and ease him down, because he was still quite guarded around me, pondering his words before speaking, trying to assess me, and I understood why he did that. River smiled, more relaxed, and nodded.

"Thank you, Sasha knows me well." Those words spoke for many others and I began to comprehend what some of his fears were. However, I kept my face impassive as usual and acknowledged his reply. As I went to take the cartoon of milk, we heard both Anatoly and Sergey Lebedev swearing at each other and Aleksandr, after having let out a sigh that signalled his rather short patience and a quick nod in my direction, left the kitchen.

"May I help you with something?" River had remained and something was on his mind.

"No need, thank you." He observed me more and I pretended to not notice it, as I poured coffee in the mugs. Anatoly had his own here at my place and it reported some quote from "The Lord of the Rings", because differently from what he passionately argued against his brother, he also was a very enthusiastic follower and admirer of some specific books or writers.

"May I call you Oleg directly?"

"Of course."

"I don't know all the details and I did not ask for them. Please be assured I will not say a word to anyone, but I have understood enough." It did not surprise me, because River Kelley was a very perceptive and keen person, which could be immediately noticed by the way his eyes rested on people, as if reading into their minds, as if calculating possibilities over one matter or another. I nodded at his words and he continued. "I am very happy both of you are fine and that all that is finally over for Tolya, also," he hesitated a moment and glanced back to the door, pulling it close behind him, "also, I am sincerely happy he found a man like you. He is finally back to our usual Tolya, yet different because more mature, kinder and much more sensitive. Thank you." His words signified an important deal for me, for he had known Anatoly for many, many years, and because they were spoken with complete and pure honesty. I inclined my head in gratitude and he offered me a more relaxed smile. "Let me please," he said as I went for the tray with the cups of coffee and, as I handed it to him, I told him what I thought.

"I am very glad Anatoly has such very good and loyal friends, because also understanding friends are very important and they can help more than anyone can imagine." It was as well meant as suggestion and without doubt he caught it, because he looked at me slightly taken aback, for then smiling in that peculiar and fascinating way Anatoly always described about him. A smile meant to conceal many things.

"Tolya is really lucky, thanks."

I said nothing to that, avoiding to state the obvious, for it was unnecessary with someone as insightful as he was, thus we moved to the living room and right when we arrived, I heard Sergey and Anatoly discussing in rather heated and animated way, even if they were not really arguing, Aleksandr sitting on a chair looking at the ceiling about to lose his patience.

"Fuck you, Denisov, that's completely dumbass," he snapped out, but completely closed his mouth and fell into silence as he took in my presence.

"Coffee?" I asked eyeing him in particular and I did not miss how he swallowed down and slightly nodded, muttering out a very quiet "spasiba" and going to sip the coffee immediately, without betraying any sort of reaction or expression, even if the beverage must have been very warm. Perhaps he appreciated black coffee, just as we did. Anatoly glared at him with a very bratty and smug expression, his arms crossed in front of his chest, and then he got up and smiled at me.

A beautiful and breath-taking smile that spoke of many emotions, especially of happiness and of having finally found the much deserved and needed peace. I could only but smile back in the same way.

When his friends left, a strange expression was on Anatoly's face and, after enquiring, he confessed his worry for River Kelley, for they had briefly talked a moment alone.

"There is something in his mind and damn, I wish he would tell me and just let me help him, but maybe, he'll talk to Sasha. He's very close to him.

"He is very close to you, too," I remarked and his silver-blue flashed at me with curiosity. "We spoke for a very short moment in the kitchen and, he clearly cares about you from his heart. Give him time, for I believe that eventually he will seek for your help, or at least, for an advice."

"If you say so, then it'll surely be like that." Then he eyed me with a more arrogant expression and I already knew what he was about to ask. "How was it to entertain and spend a couple of hours with a group of brats, hmm?" I chuckled and quickly kissed his forehead, surprising him.

"It was good and as I said already, I like your friends." He could not conceal the satisfaction on his face, even if he tried to hide it. "I asked Aleksandr if he would like to join us once when we will go race with motorbikes and he seemed pleased by the idea."

"Really?" He asked widening his eyes. "Fuck, that's a great idea, Oleg, thanks. But wait, we will still go just the two of us, right?"

"Indeed, Anatoly. And if you listened carefully to my words, I said once only. I sure do cherish this particular way of spending time alone with you." He playfully licked the tip of my nose.

"When can we go?"

"Soon enough."

"Ha, be ready because I'll freaking kick your ass. I almost can't stay still thinking about that." And indeed, he looked as if adrenaline already coursed in his veins.

"We shall see about that." For I would never give it easy to him: he had to earn his victories over me on wheels and then, become the champion I am sure he was meant to be.

Author's chit-chat:

Your thoughts, reactions, comments, feelings and raw emotions about this chapter?

I know it was very long and intense, but I think all the parts were needed for us to have closure and address necessary points: Oleg meeting Tolya's friends, Vincent finally facing Tolya and be ready to begin his own story with Adrian, their physical time which surely was needed all considered, the interaction with the Denisov and much more.

Any part you particularly liked? Did you expect Mr. Denisov to ask Oleg to become his equal business partner? I think it was due and only natural.

What about him meeting his friends and the short interaction with Sasha and River? Yeah, yeah, I am dropping small points and hints here and there for River's story :-)

I think we have the final growth in both his characters, discovering a very playful and quite open Oleg, which in my opinion was necessary and the natural turn for his character. Tolya surely enjoys that, in many ways.

I didn't want to describe each love making moment, because I think it's nice to leave it to your imagination, as I know you have a rather wild one when it comes to this :-)

I really hope you enjoyed this long chapter and as I anticipated, I will be away for a week without being able to write. I will resume it once back, immediately starting to work on CH.33 and on the extra one for the tie (yeah, I haven't forgotten).

Once more, thank you very much for your love and support, you are all wonderful!

Stay tuned for the next updates.

Lots of Love, Magic, Hugs & Meows,
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