Prankster, Part Trois
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rugbytackleStory line: Continuation of the story started in Part 1 and Part 2 (posted in rugbytackle dates ) where Sean and Viggo get caught in a compromising position that continues to be misconstrued.
Title: Prankster, Part Trois
Rating: R sort of
Pairing: S/V
Disclaimer: No harm, No knowledge, no money
Archive: Rugbytackle, Green Opals, anywhere
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Timeline: Cannes Film Festival 2001 before the FOTR release in Dec. of that year.
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Bleary eyed and slightly green with hangover, the motley assortment of men, elves, orcs, dwarfs, wizards, and hobbits made their way slowly into the room reserved for a late breakfast following the blow out Cannes party the night prior. No one spoke much as throats were still too worn out from interviews, talking, singing, laughing, smoking, and copious amounts of alcohol.
A random laugh brought winces to the sunglass covered eyes of Billy, Dom, and Elijah as they hunkered over their scalding hot coffee. "I feel like a trout swam in meh mouth and died there" carpered Dom in a nearly silent whisper. Billy allowed himself to respond with a tiny nose snortle. Elijah just weakly rose his fist for a knuckle knock with Dom whose arm almost missed connecting.
Whack! Slap! Bam! "Heya guys! Wasn't that just such a blast, man! Oh gawd, I can't believe it. Just can't believe it! They love us man!" Orli's voice blasted at them, amped to at least 11*. His bouncing turned Elijah's face an alarming yellow-green.
Weakly they all gasped, "Stop! Unless you want last night's midnight chow all over your extremely painful shirt!" Orli's mouth fell open for less than half of a half of a second before he grinned hugely. "Awwww. Feeling a bit worked over, boys? Mmmmm. What's on the menu - I see great steaming moist piles of kippers and kidneys, and oh yeah, man, is that? Oh yea, I think it's blood sausage. A real delicacy, I hear."
"ACK! That's bloody freezing! And you've ruined my shirt!" Dripping wet with ice water thrown accurately by Billy and Coke tossed by Elijah, Orli stands staring in dismay at the new purple and red shirt he had just bought the day before. "It needed to be ruint" grunted Dom. "Demanded to be ruined is more like it." added Billy suddenly feeling much better.
Muttering about spoilsports and short squaty losers, Orli bounds out of the room to change. "Well, guess it will have to be the ruffled shirt after all." He nearly collides with Viggo who is just about to open the door. "VIGGO!"
"Shit, Orli, don't hug me, you're soakin' wet! What happened?" "Oh, whiny little hung over hobbits who can't take a little humor in the morning. Oh, man, Viggo! They loved us last night, man. It was incredible!" Chuckling, the older man keeps his restraint on the high strung elf. Rolling his eyes a bit in remembrance, he mock grimaces "yeah, that was a real zoo. Glad it's almost over." Giggling Orlando smiles hugely. "Over?! Vig, silly human scum, even someone as new to this business as I am, knows that was just the tip of the iceberg. I'm telling you that by December, this will seem mild in comparison." Wryly, Viggo acknowledges that Orlando has better insight on this roller coaster ride than he.
"Well, I've got to change and I'm bloody freezing! Save a place for me next to you?" Nodding, Viggo begins to make his way into the room. "Vig? What cologne is that? It's fantastic." "Cologne? When have you known me to wear cologne?" "Hmm, well you certainly smell like something very nice. Kinda spicy and lemony." Shrugging, Viggo mumbles "must be the soap". "Mine doesn't smell like that! I'm going to ask for some from housekeeping." As the elf skipps off toward the elevators, Viggo can't hold back the warm smile that beams as he thinks back to how much he has missed Orli's exuberance and passionate interest in everything around him.
Within the hour, the main fellowship has gathered around one table. The hobbits are onto second breakfast while John regales them again with his predictions that the films will become the next Star Wars. Peter interrupts to hand them press schedules. There are a series of panels with various international press. The older actors grimace at the arduous day ahead while the younger squirm and exclaim over the magazines and media channels represented in the lists.
They have about an hour before the first meeting and reminisces turn to the party the night before. Billy asks slyly "So, Sean, did your purchase yesterday bring you any luck?" Bean stares puzzled at the smaller man sitting near him. "Which purchase?" Pursing his lips and looking innocent, Billy adds "oh the lubricated latex kind." Howls break out as the lads begin to tease Sean. "Now that he's free again, on the prowl for fangirls?" Singing, "go Sean, go Sean, go Sean, it's your birthday!" Sean's ears turn a delicate pink as he just smirks and raises three fingers in a scout pledge "Always Be Prepared, as they say." Slowly one finger drops and the hand twists as he flips Billy off. Chuckles break out again.
Dom pipes up "Well, don't know if Sean's purchase resulted in any success, but Viggo sounded like he was having a bit o' fun last night." All eyes turn to Viggo who was drawing on his notebook. Smirking he winks at Sean across the table, "yeah Sean's purchase came in hand-y." Groans rose at the horrible pun. "You're still not running that old prank are ya? Geez, this is Cannes. You guys could get in trouble." Viggo snorted "more than when Orlando practically tongued me in front of that reporter?" Gales of laughter broke out as Orlando wiggled his tongue and tried to lick Viggo's face.
"Remember the condom garlands and tampon tree in the Cuntebago?" Snickers broke out as Dom relayed how the pharmacy clerk had just stared and giggled as he and Elijah rang up their interesting purchases for the tree, Viggo was planning. "We musta bought like thousands of 'em. I think she thought we were planning a major orgy. Brilliant!" "And Dom was asking her all these questions, like 'do these ribs really work?' and 'are you sure these glow in the dark?'" chortled Elijah. Nearly crying, Dom added "they didn't have enough of the tampon type Viggo wanted. So, so, we had to ask her to get some from the stock room!" Liv is crying as she remembers walking into the trailer and seeing Viggo with his tongue peeking in the corner of his mouth as he intently tied and placed the opened tampons just so on the miniature tree.
"Whatever happened to all those condoms anyway? I know you guys had 'em in a glass bowl and used them as party favors but there still musta been hundreds left." Viggo just smiled and snuck a look at Sean. "Oh, they weren't wasted. I can assure you that they went to condom heaven having served their purpose very happily." Mock outrage and squeals of laughter met his statement. The publicity assistants came just in time to prevent the conversation from getting worse.
As they begin to divide and walk to assigned rooms, Orlando finds himself trailing behind Sir Ian and Sean. "Umm, is that Hermés Verité, Sean?" "Yeh, teh girls gave it for meh birthday. Nice, I think. Kinda spicy and lemony." "Quite, it's very fresh and light. I might have to get some myself." Nearly falling as he trips over his own foot, Orli stares perplexed for a moment then chuckles to himself as he shakes his head "man, I guess I'm more tired than I realized. Thinking crazy stuff... Like Viggo would buy anything from Hermés! The world would surely stop spinning the day that man discovers anything designer." Giggling, he hurries to his own panel down the hall.
The day progresses. By the third panel, they are struggling to stay interested as the reporters ask literally the same questions over and over. Dom and Billy begin riffing with each other just to break the monotony and win the heartfelt affection of both the interviewers and their co-stars alike. Finally, they are freed. Peter reminds them of the dinner party planned by New Line execs that starts in 3 hours.
A few hours later, they begin gathering in the lobby for the limo service to the house New Line has taken over. Viggo, Sir Ian, and Sean and Christine Astin leave in one of the first cars. Bean hurries into the lobby late and looks rather flushed in his hound's tooth blue and grey suit, grey shirt, and red tie. Elijah, resplendent in a stripped brown suit with a black tie, almost teases him about the mismatch of Bean's red silk tie, but gets distracted by John who is wearing the worst piss yellow jacket, anyone has ever seen. Ian Holm teases JRD mercilessly during the ride over causing near riotous laughter from the other three.
The party is already going strong when the last car arrives as the relieved New Line execs work off the last remnants of nerves . The reception at Cannes has far exceeded their expectations and Bob Shaye is feeling proud as a lion as he surveys the room of visionaries who busted their asses to get this film made. Elijah loses sight of Bean as he winds his way into the room. He spots Dom and Billy holding court over by the bar and hustles over to join them.
Dinner is served out on the terrace with a view of the town. Billy teases Viggo "well, he does own a suit! And look--a tie! A quite nice red silk one, if I might say so." Elijah's head pops up as he stares at the two nearby. Viggo is wearing a navy suit and white shirt with a tie that seems nearly identical to the one Sean has. Wildly Lij's gaze searches for Sean in the crowd. He finds him two tables over, joking easily with Mark Ordesky. Peering in the dim light, he strains to see. "Forgot your contacts, Frodo?" John teases him. "Uh no. It's just dark out here. Can't even see how ugly your jacket is anymore, John." John's booming laugh draws Sean's and Mark's eyes to their table. Even in the dim light, Elijah can clearly see that Sean is now wearing a light blue tie. One that perfectly matches the blue of his jacket.
Lij's mind is spinning in a thousand directions. He knows that Sean was definitely wearing a red tie in the car. How could Viggo get Sean's tie by accident? He could understand why Viggo might select the light blue tie for his navy suit but that didn't answer how he had been in the position of having the two ties together in one room. Suddenly the answer is so clear that he laughs out loud to himself earning a few amused glances from the rest of the table.
Of course, it was so obvious. He couldn't believe how crazy his first thought had been. It was clear that Sean had helped Viggo pick out clothes to wear. Maybe even took him shopping beforehand. Viggo's horrific fashion sense and wardrobe were renowned amongst the whole cast and crew. And that explained why Sean was so late to the lobby as well. Poor Sean! After all his hard work to help their friend not look like a total hobo, to have his own tie mistakenly taken. No wonder Sean had shot off into the crowd as soon as they had arrived. He'd likely grabbed Viggo and made the switch right away and hoped no one would notice. Good ol' Sean. 'Lij knew he'd have to tease them about it later.
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Candle glow softened the corners of the room and disheveled bed. The firelight caresses over tanned sinewy arms stretched tightly against the bedpost where they are tethered by a pair of ties, red and light blue. "Seannnnn! I said I was sorry about the ties. Stop teasing and fuck me!" Mischievous green eyes sauntered up the long lean body stretched before him.
"Don't think you've learned your lesson enough yet, Viggo" he chuckles as his hot breath blows over sensitized engorged flesh. "Awww, god! I have. I have. Pleaaaassse! I won't ever leave without you checking me over first. I promise."
Nuzzling the damp fur near his nose, Sean chuffed again earning a raspy moan. "Maybe I need to gag you too so Dommie won't be hearing you scream again tonight. Almost broke me eardrums last night."
Golden haired thighs shifted restlessly against his shoulders as impatient hips thrust up against his mouth. "Sean. I won't yell this time. Just put me out of my misery. I'm gettin' a serious case of blue balls here."
"Misery, huh? Well if you're not enjoying it?" Sean lifts to move away when Viggo's legs clamp down fiercely around him, locking ankles behind his back. "Don't you dare move your ass, Bean!"
Biting hard at a tender nipple, Sean thrusts his hips down grinding their aching cocks together. Groaning he whispers "not even like this, Vig?" Thrusting strongly again, he watches as Viggo arches and trembles in response. "Hurry, Sean, hurry, love. Now, ohgodohgod, now, now, now!"
Scrambling Sean tears open a foil packet. "Well shite, it's one of the glow in the dark ones. Damn! I like saving those for when I take you from behind." "Seannnnn!"
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Dom thinks he hears something and hits the mute button for the television. Nothing. There hadn't been any chances for Viggo to pick up any ladies tonight. "Crazy nutter!" he thinks affectionately. With the volume back on, he watches a repeat reel of their Cannes party on BBC-1. He can't believe how his life has changed in the last two years. He wonders if Sean or Viggo with all their experiences feel the same.
tbc...
Part One was posted in Rugbytackle on June 17th
Part Two on June 18th
Sorry in advance, I'm too lame with lj to figure out how to relink them here. ^_^
Title: Prankster, Part Trois
Rating: R sort of
Pairing: S/V
Disclaimer: No harm, No knowledge, no money
Archive: Rugbytackle, Green Opals, anywhere
Feedback: Please
Timeline: Cannes Film Festival 2001 before the FOTR release in Dec. of that year.
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Bleary eyed and slightly green with hangover, the motley assortment of men, elves, orcs, dwarfs, wizards, and hobbits made their way slowly into the room reserved for a late breakfast following the blow out Cannes party the night prior. No one spoke much as throats were still too worn out from interviews, talking, singing, laughing, smoking, and copious amounts of alcohol.
A random laugh brought winces to the sunglass covered eyes of Billy, Dom, and Elijah as they hunkered over their scalding hot coffee. "I feel like a trout swam in meh mouth and died there" carpered Dom in a nearly silent whisper. Billy allowed himself to respond with a tiny nose snortle. Elijah just weakly rose his fist for a knuckle knock with Dom whose arm almost missed connecting.
Whack! Slap! Bam! "Heya guys! Wasn't that just such a blast, man! Oh gawd, I can't believe it. Just can't believe it! They love us man!" Orli's voice blasted at them, amped to at least 11*. His bouncing turned Elijah's face an alarming yellow-green.
Weakly they all gasped, "Stop! Unless you want last night's midnight chow all over your extremely painful shirt!" Orli's mouth fell open for less than half of a half of a second before he grinned hugely. "Awwww. Feeling a bit worked over, boys? Mmmmm. What's on the menu - I see great steaming moist piles of kippers and kidneys, and oh yeah, man, is that? Oh yea, I think it's blood sausage. A real delicacy, I hear."
"ACK! That's bloody freezing! And you've ruined my shirt!" Dripping wet with ice water thrown accurately by Billy and Coke tossed by Elijah, Orli stands staring in dismay at the new purple and red shirt he had just bought the day before. "It needed to be ruint" grunted Dom. "Demanded to be ruined is more like it." added Billy suddenly feeling much better.
Muttering about spoilsports and short squaty losers, Orli bounds out of the room to change. "Well, guess it will have to be the ruffled shirt after all." He nearly collides with Viggo who is just about to open the door. "VIGGO!"
"Shit, Orli, don't hug me, you're soakin' wet! What happened?" "Oh, whiny little hung over hobbits who can't take a little humor in the morning. Oh, man, Viggo! They loved us last night, man. It was incredible!" Chuckling, the older man keeps his restraint on the high strung elf. Rolling his eyes a bit in remembrance, he mock grimaces "yeah, that was a real zoo. Glad it's almost over." Giggling Orlando smiles hugely. "Over?! Vig, silly human scum, even someone as new to this business as I am, knows that was just the tip of the iceberg. I'm telling you that by December, this will seem mild in comparison." Wryly, Viggo acknowledges that Orlando has better insight on this roller coaster ride than he.
"Well, I've got to change and I'm bloody freezing! Save a place for me next to you?" Nodding, Viggo begins to make his way into the room. "Vig? What cologne is that? It's fantastic." "Cologne? When have you known me to wear cologne?" "Hmm, well you certainly smell like something very nice. Kinda spicy and lemony." Shrugging, Viggo mumbles "must be the soap". "Mine doesn't smell like that! I'm going to ask for some from housekeeping." As the elf skipps off toward the elevators, Viggo can't hold back the warm smile that beams as he thinks back to how much he has missed Orli's exuberance and passionate interest in everything around him.
Within the hour, the main fellowship has gathered around one table. The hobbits are onto second breakfast while John regales them again with his predictions that the films will become the next Star Wars. Peter interrupts to hand them press schedules. There are a series of panels with various international press. The older actors grimace at the arduous day ahead while the younger squirm and exclaim over the magazines and media channels represented in the lists.
They have about an hour before the first meeting and reminisces turn to the party the night before. Billy asks slyly "So, Sean, did your purchase yesterday bring you any luck?" Bean stares puzzled at the smaller man sitting near him. "Which purchase?" Pursing his lips and looking innocent, Billy adds "oh the lubricated latex kind." Howls break out as the lads begin to tease Sean. "Now that he's free again, on the prowl for fangirls?" Singing, "go Sean, go Sean, go Sean, it's your birthday!" Sean's ears turn a delicate pink as he just smirks and raises three fingers in a scout pledge "Always Be Prepared, as they say." Slowly one finger drops and the hand twists as he flips Billy off. Chuckles break out again.
Dom pipes up "Well, don't know if Sean's purchase resulted in any success, but Viggo sounded like he was having a bit o' fun last night." All eyes turn to Viggo who was drawing on his notebook. Smirking he winks at Sean across the table, "yeah Sean's purchase came in hand-y." Groans rose at the horrible pun. "You're still not running that old prank are ya? Geez, this is Cannes. You guys could get in trouble." Viggo snorted "more than when Orlando practically tongued me in front of that reporter?" Gales of laughter broke out as Orlando wiggled his tongue and tried to lick Viggo's face.
"Remember the condom garlands and tampon tree in the Cuntebago?" Snickers broke out as Dom relayed how the pharmacy clerk had just stared and giggled as he and Elijah rang up their interesting purchases for the tree, Viggo was planning. "We musta bought like thousands of 'em. I think she thought we were planning a major orgy. Brilliant!" "And Dom was asking her all these questions, like 'do these ribs really work?' and 'are you sure these glow in the dark?'" chortled Elijah. Nearly crying, Dom added "they didn't have enough of the tampon type Viggo wanted. So, so, we had to ask her to get some from the stock room!" Liv is crying as she remembers walking into the trailer and seeing Viggo with his tongue peeking in the corner of his mouth as he intently tied and placed the opened tampons just so on the miniature tree.
"Whatever happened to all those condoms anyway? I know you guys had 'em in a glass bowl and used them as party favors but there still musta been hundreds left." Viggo just smiled and snuck a look at Sean. "Oh, they weren't wasted. I can assure you that they went to condom heaven having served their purpose very happily." Mock outrage and squeals of laughter met his statement. The publicity assistants came just in time to prevent the conversation from getting worse.
As they begin to divide and walk to assigned rooms, Orlando finds himself trailing behind Sir Ian and Sean. "Umm, is that Hermés Verité, Sean?" "Yeh, teh girls gave it for meh birthday. Nice, I think. Kinda spicy and lemony." "Quite, it's very fresh and light. I might have to get some myself." Nearly falling as he trips over his own foot, Orli stares perplexed for a moment then chuckles to himself as he shakes his head "man, I guess I'm more tired than I realized. Thinking crazy stuff... Like Viggo would buy anything from Hermés! The world would surely stop spinning the day that man discovers anything designer." Giggling, he hurries to his own panel down the hall.
The day progresses. By the third panel, they are struggling to stay interested as the reporters ask literally the same questions over and over. Dom and Billy begin riffing with each other just to break the monotony and win the heartfelt affection of both the interviewers and their co-stars alike. Finally, they are freed. Peter reminds them of the dinner party planned by New Line execs that starts in 3 hours.
A few hours later, they begin gathering in the lobby for the limo service to the house New Line has taken over. Viggo, Sir Ian, and Sean and Christine Astin leave in one of the first cars. Bean hurries into the lobby late and looks rather flushed in his hound's tooth blue and grey suit, grey shirt, and red tie. Elijah, resplendent in a stripped brown suit with a black tie, almost teases him about the mismatch of Bean's red silk tie, but gets distracted by John who is wearing the worst piss yellow jacket, anyone has ever seen. Ian Holm teases JRD mercilessly during the ride over causing near riotous laughter from the other three.
The party is already going strong when the last car arrives as the relieved New Line execs work off the last remnants of nerves . The reception at Cannes has far exceeded their expectations and Bob Shaye is feeling proud as a lion as he surveys the room of visionaries who busted their asses to get this film made. Elijah loses sight of Bean as he winds his way into the room. He spots Dom and Billy holding court over by the bar and hustles over to join them.
Dinner is served out on the terrace with a view of the town. Billy teases Viggo "well, he does own a suit! And look--a tie! A quite nice red silk one, if I might say so." Elijah's head pops up as he stares at the two nearby. Viggo is wearing a navy suit and white shirt with a tie that seems nearly identical to the one Sean has. Wildly Lij's gaze searches for Sean in the crowd. He finds him two tables over, joking easily with Mark Ordesky. Peering in the dim light, he strains to see. "Forgot your contacts, Frodo?" John teases him. "Uh no. It's just dark out here. Can't even see how ugly your jacket is anymore, John." John's booming laugh draws Sean's and Mark's eyes to their table. Even in the dim light, Elijah can clearly see that Sean is now wearing a light blue tie. One that perfectly matches the blue of his jacket.
Lij's mind is spinning in a thousand directions. He knows that Sean was definitely wearing a red tie in the car. How could Viggo get Sean's tie by accident? He could understand why Viggo might select the light blue tie for his navy suit but that didn't answer how he had been in the position of having the two ties together in one room. Suddenly the answer is so clear that he laughs out loud to himself earning a few amused glances from the rest of the table.
Of course, it was so obvious. He couldn't believe how crazy his first thought had been. It was clear that Sean had helped Viggo pick out clothes to wear. Maybe even took him shopping beforehand. Viggo's horrific fashion sense and wardrobe were renowned amongst the whole cast and crew. And that explained why Sean was so late to the lobby as well. Poor Sean! After all his hard work to help their friend not look like a total hobo, to have his own tie mistakenly taken. No wonder Sean had shot off into the crowd as soon as they had arrived. He'd likely grabbed Viggo and made the switch right away and hoped no one would notice. Good ol' Sean. 'Lij knew he'd have to tease them about it later.
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Candle glow softened the corners of the room and disheveled bed. The firelight caresses over tanned sinewy arms stretched tightly against the bedpost where they are tethered by a pair of ties, red and light blue. "Seannnnn! I said I was sorry about the ties. Stop teasing and fuck me!" Mischievous green eyes sauntered up the long lean body stretched before him.
"Don't think you've learned your lesson enough yet, Viggo" he chuckles as his hot breath blows over sensitized engorged flesh. "Awww, god! I have. I have. Pleaaaassse! I won't ever leave without you checking me over first. I promise."
Nuzzling the damp fur near his nose, Sean chuffed again earning a raspy moan. "Maybe I need to gag you too so Dommie won't be hearing you scream again tonight. Almost broke me eardrums last night."
Golden haired thighs shifted restlessly against his shoulders as impatient hips thrust up against his mouth. "Sean. I won't yell this time. Just put me out of my misery. I'm gettin' a serious case of blue balls here."
"Misery, huh? Well if you're not enjoying it?" Sean lifts to move away when Viggo's legs clamp down fiercely around him, locking ankles behind his back. "Don't you dare move your ass, Bean!"
Biting hard at a tender nipple, Sean thrusts his hips down grinding their aching cocks together. Groaning he whispers "not even like this, Vig?" Thrusting strongly again, he watches as Viggo arches and trembles in response. "Hurry, Sean, hurry, love. Now, ohgodohgod, now, now, now!"
Scrambling Sean tears open a foil packet. "Well shite, it's one of the glow in the dark ones. Damn! I like saving those for when I take you from behind." "Seannnnn!"
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Dom thinks he hears something and hits the mute button for the television. Nothing. There hadn't been any chances for Viggo to pick up any ladies tonight. "Crazy nutter!" he thinks affectionately. With the volume back on, he watches a repeat reel of their Cannes party on BBC-1. He can't believe how his life has changed in the last two years. He wonders if Sean or Viggo with all their experiences feel the same.
tbc...
Part One was posted in Rugbytackle on June 17th
Part Two on June 18th
Sorry in advance, I'm too lame with lj to figure out how to relink them here. ^_^
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Date: 2004-06-30 07:15 am (UTC)*attempts to lick icon*
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Date: 2004-06-25 07:04 pm (UTC)In response to this...
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I hope to see you post more soon! :D
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Date: 2004-06-27 04:27 am (UTC)Do they really make glow in the dark condoms...? [snicker]
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