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A first for everything	By : izzythefuzzy Category: Zelda > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 11582 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-A first for everything
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As the young hero entered the vast stone room with but a bit of apprehension for the battle to come, Lord Ghirahim was actually the last thing he’d have wanted to see there. The great double doors closing with a hard sigh behind him, he felt the hairs prickle on the back of his neck as he heard the demon lord give a low, long chuckle that seemed to echo all around him.

“…Oh, hello there, Link. I see you’re still among the living. Fancy meeting you here.” He finally said.

“What are you doing here, Ghirahim?” Link spat between clenched teeth, eyes never leaving the pale man before him, looking for any way to reveal his intentions.

At this the slender man in front of him turned ceremoniously, swinging his cape backwards and sporting his ever-present smirk. Link’s jaw clenched in anger and without even realizing it, his hand went to rest on the hilt of the sword on his back. Ghirahim seemed to take no notice of this at all, continuing with his musings.

“We seem to bump into each other time and time again. Oh, it’s no coincidence, though, is it? You and I, we’re bound by a thread of fate…” He let his words hang in the air for a moment before extending an arm, generally pointing in the direction of the massive paintings behind him, decorating the far wall of the vast room.

“Look at these old drawings. Until I found these, I was… upset about that little stunt the goddess’s guard dog pulled at the Gate of Time…”

“Her name is Impa!” Link cut in, visibly angry now and tightening his grip on the Goddess Sword.

“Well, never mind that, because these drawings suggest the existence of a second Gate of Time. This news has just filled my heart with rainbows!” He exclaimed happily, throwing both his arms in the air and giggling.

“I’ve been a busy boy, searching here and there for another Gate of Time.” He then said lowly, suddenly disappearing and leaving a very irritated Link to look all around him nervously, like a preyed animal. If past experiences were any indication, the demon lord seemed to have a deranged pleasure in getting uncomfortably close to the hero, and Link was painfully aware of that.

Ghirahim reappeared as suddenly as he had disappeared, in a cloud of golden and obsidian diamonds, on Link’s left side. Close. Not dangerously, but given the demon’s specialty with throwing weapons…

“And yet, I couldn’t even find a single clue. Since I know I can be honest with you, I’ll admit I got a little sulky. It was frowns all around.”

At this he disappeared again, and Link let out a low growl of frustration at not being able to predict his opponent’s movements. He wasn’t used to this. He learned on his journey that a warrior had to be forever observant, forever vigilant, but when Ghirahim stood in front of him all of this amounted to nothing.

With a sound of high winds shifting, Ghirahim was now standing right in front of the stone carvings, smiling devilishly while standing on the small stone ledge before them.

“The thought of never getting my hands on that darling young girl again was… well, more than I could bear.”

And he jumped. In one swift movement, Link withdrew his sword and, at the exact moment Ghirahim touched the ground, he slashed at him horizontally with all his might, set on ending this nonsense right there. But the demon lord knew better than to fall in such an easy, straight-forward strategy, and in a second Link found himself slashing at golden diamonds with a very amused Ghirahim gripping his shoulders right behind him.

Not. Again. Link thought as his eyes went wide, caught by the same momentarily paralysis that seemed to have taken hold of his body the first time the strange man decided that it was fun to invade his personal space.

“But then…” He murmured in Link’s ear. “Then I found this place! The prospect of a second Gate of Time has made me positively giggly!” At this the demon lord tightened his grip on the young hero’s shoulders and languidly licked the length of Link’s ear with a smile. Horrified, Link snapped out of it and quickly tried to slash at the demon again, and again was met with an even quicker foe. With a look of pure disgust on his face, he swiftly rubbed his ear on his shoulder to try and erase the light trail of saliva left there. Ghirahim was back in front of him, seemingly very amused.

“That girl… your adorable friend… She will be instrumental in bringing about the revival of my master. And though I feared she was now quite beyond my reach, I despair no longer!” He grinned then, and once again Link was on the verge of total berserk.

“As if I’d let a psychotic creep such as the likes of you get anywhere near her!” Link spat, taking a step forward angrily. Ghirahim only chuckled.

“My, my, such harsh words out of such a pretty mouth…” He replied, lightly licking the side of his pale lips.

“…But before we talk any further on that subject…” He started, clicking his fingers,

“There’s still the outstanding matter of your punishment, Link…” He lingered on the name, seemingly lost in thought for a moment.

“Hmm. Do you remember when I told you that the next time we met, I’d make your ears bleed from the sound of your own screams?” He finished, his voice slightly above a whisper.

“Hah! Make me!” Link replied hotly.

“How inviting… Well, I’ve been thinking… Perhaps corporal punishment is a touch harsh. I might be willing to forgive and forget if you’ll strike a deal.” As his words echoed on the ancient stones around them, in this vast, once ceremonial chamber, the demon lord extended his hand in an inviting gesture. Although his face was partially hidden by his concealing cloak, the tone of his voice made it clear that this smile of his hadn’t left his face.

“…All I ask is that you tell me where I can find the other Gate of Time. That’s not much to ask, is it? Oh, and don’t you play coy with me. I know that you know, so why not let me in on the fun?”

Managing the most hateful, menacing look he could muster, Link took a battle stance silently, sword and shield at the ready, and waited. A long breath escaped from the older man’s nose.

“Such behaviour. So you prefer your punishment, after all. Well, a mischievous boy like you needs to be dealt with firmly. I must warn you, I won’t go easy on you this time.” The demon lord slowly extended his arms, and both his cape and gloves evaporated in a dozen of shards of diamonds. Leaving him barely clothed, his body was seemingly covered in dark, criss-crossed marks leading up to his shoulders, ending in two, pitch-black arms.

“Lovely, aren’t they? You’ll find the supple skin of my arms tougher than any armor. Doesn’t their shape just leave you… breathless? Behold!” He cried, suddenly ecstatic at the prospect of what was about to happen.

“ Such beauty! Such a pure form! Such an exquisite physique! Such stunning features! Yes, I’ve pretty much got it all. Though there is one teensy, tiny thing I lack…”

In a quick motion Ghirahim whipped his head forward at Link, looking him straight in the eyes and sensually licking his lips with his abnormally long tongue, laughing at Link’s momentarily shocked expression.

“Namely, mercy.” He growled, suddenly regaining his straight composure, eyes shining with malice and something else Link would rather not think about.

“Come to me, Link. You and I, we’re bound by that thread of fate. Destined to fight.” He whispered, and Link felt an ominous aura of evil surround him at that moment, his sword hand twitching in anticipation.

“So come close, Link! Meet me in battle, and the thread of fate that binds us will be soaked crimson with your blood!” Ghirahim cried, taking a step forward Link, observing his reactions. Then another, and another. Link also started towards him, determined to end this at once.

The pale demon could not restrain admiring the young hero for his blind faith in the goddess and his astounding tenacity. All the more pleasurable those will be to twist and bend until they break and leave the hero fallen and scarred… in more than one way.

At the snap of Ghirahim’s fingers, two red-glowing obsidian daggers appeared by his side, hovering menacingly and pointing in Link’s direction. The hero knew of those, and skillfully slashed at one while aiming for the demon’s left shoulder. Ghirahim casually caught the blade between his fingers and held it there effortlessly, always smirking. Link also knew of that, and it infuriated him all over again. Grunting, he withdrew the blade and side-stepped as the second dagger threatened to pierce his throat. Ghirahim only chuckled, advancing slowly towards him again, four daggers appearing around his body.

Barely dodging the first one, Link swiftly exhaled as he leapt towards him and poised his sword to strike. Another dagger flew towards him, but to the pale man’s shock, Link did not dodge, his mind set on slashing him right across the chest. With a painful gasp form both men, they crashed in one another as the dagger pierced Link’s left shoulder, and Ghirahim’s torso received a clean diagonal cut, ruining the upper part of his attire.

Eyes now shining with fury and pain, Ghirahim did not disappear in a flurry of diamonds like he would’ve normally done given the closeness of the hero. Instead, he swiftly swung his left arm at Link’s throat, and deftly trapped him against the rocky wall of the temple. Link let out another painful gasp, realizing just how hard and cold the demon lord’s arm was. He felt his windpipe being crushed, and when Ghirahim lifted him up in this position until Link’s feet barely touched the ground, it wasn’t long before he started to see stars.

Ghirahim licked his lips yet again, giving the boy his most sadistic smile yet, lightly panting whether from pain, exertion or… something else. He did seem to enjoy every last part of this, that much Link could see in his eyes. His shield arm lay helpless at his side, ruined at the shoulder by the dagger and bleeding profusely. His shield was now a dead weight to him, so the only option left… he looked to his right hand and thanked the goddess the sword was still there. He briefly remembered his knight commander, back in Skyloft, saying that whatever happened, knights should never, ever ever let themselves drop their sword.

In a sudden surge of energy despite his imminent blackout, Link swung his sword’s pommel right at Ghirahim’s temple, making him stumble to the side with a painful growl. Holding the side of his head as it bled, he turned to face Link once again, who clumsily discarded his shield and resumed his battle stance, heavily panting from the loss of oxygen.

“Now you’ve made me considerably disagreeable, sky child.” The demon lord said calmly, holding his arm high above his head and summoning one of his ebony rapier… then the other, as his hand left his temple to reveal the streams of crimson cascading down his smooth skin. As the second blade fully materialized in Ghirahim’s hand, the dagger in Link’s left shoulder simply exploded, sending hundreds of obsidian shards throughout Link’s wound, setting the pain afire all over again.

Ghirahim took this golden opportunity to land a graceful yet powerful kick to Link’s already sensitive throat. All seemed to slow down at this moment, and Link knew, somewhere at the back of his mind, that the moment he touched the ground he would be done for. He had time to watch Ghirahim leap on him with an ease that betrayed the power his body beheld.

Then time caught up, and his back collided harshly on the hard stone ground, complemented by Ghirahim’s weight on him. Link lost his breath again, and he was certain he tasted blood at the back of his throat. Reacting out of adrenaline rushing more than residual energy, Link swiftly shifted his sword’s position in his hand and meant to stab the demon in the ribs.

At the moment he could almost taste his victory, the searing pain of blade penetrating flesh made him drop his sword and scream out in agony, echoing on the walls around them in time with Ghirahim’s sudden burst of laughter. A quick look at his right arm and he saw one of Ghirahim’s black blade driven through his flesh all the way into the stone beneath.

Realization and pure, primal fear came after the initial shock of pain, which made Ghirahim’s laughter all the louder, leaning on the planted sword and admiring Link’s agonizing features. The hero feebly lifted his left arm, digging his fingers into Ghirahim’s shoulder as he desperately tried to shove him off his body, uncomfortably straddling it, hips grinded together.

“Hmmm… Well someone seems rather… eager.” Ghirahim lightly moaned, smiling, the blood seeping from his chest wound dripping onto Link’s neck and lower face. The young man’s attempt only seemed to entice the demon even more, the pungent smell of blood and surge of adrenaline dizzying him exquisitely.

Putting his hands on either side of Link’s head and leaning in until mere inches from Link’s face, Ghirahim let his tongue travel from his lips to his own blood on the young man’s cheek, beautifully smearing it across Link’s lips.

And this was the delightful moment when Ghirahim could see, and namely, feel, the utter state of panic in the eyes of the man under him.

A sharp intake of breath.

The sudden feeling of hardness against his hips.

A strangled, badly-hidden whimper.

“Where is your courage, boy?” Taunted Ghirahim, as his right arm snaked down and undid Link’s belt, yanking at the strap of leather until it came loose and tossing it aside.

“Ah! N-no… get off!” Link’s voice was leaving him, so shocked was he at what was actually happening. This couldn’t be happening. Tears formed at the corner of his eyes and he shut them tight, denying Ghirahim this pleasure. How could he let that happen?

His eyes shot open again when Ghirahim’s hand came in contact with his manhood and began rubbing it teasingly, and as much as Link hated himself for admitting it, rather skillfully. The demon lord’s hand then continued its path upward Link’s taut abdomen and chest, slowly raking his nails against the sensitive skin. Much to his disgust and surprise, Link let out a soft gasp which made Ghirahim’s eyes widen in delight. Swiftly leaning back with a malicious smile, he set himself to yanking off Link’s pants and boots, leaving him stark naked from the waist down.

Link’s face was burning red, he couldn’t move, lest he hurt his arm even more when the pain only now seemed to have dulled a bit. But most of all, he couldn’t see Ghirahim.

But then he felt his impossibly long tongue wrap around his manhood and, despite all the wrongness of this situation, he felt himself grow hard. And when the head of his manhood found the hot, velvet wetness of the demon’s mouth he knew he had truly betrayed himself.

“Ah--!” He whimpered once, twice, thrice as his length was slowly engulfed past Ghirahim’s white lips, and out came a full, although silent, moan as Link’s manhood hit the back of the lord’s throat. Link’s eyes shut tight unconsciously, the better to feel, and goddess, he knew that it was wrong, it was shameful, even cruel, but damn did it feel wonderful.

He hated himself even more for thinking such thoughts.

As Ghirahim continued his ministrations he carefully slipped a finger into Link’s anus, which made the young man’s body give an involuntary jerk of pain, abruptly ending the pleasurable daze he had been in. Ghirahim’s mouth left his manhood and, licking the escaping beads of liquid from his lips, straightened up just enough for Link to see his lust-ridden face.

“Well there is certainly a first time for everything, isn’t there? Your moans of pleasure being quite the entertainment, it is rather your screams I would be delighted to hear.” He whispered gravely, that foxy smirk still tugging his lips upward.

He’s… he’s beautiful… Link thought, past the point of rationalizing his thoughts so far into the numbness, pain, and sexual arousal he was in. The demon lord made his way up Link’s body again, moving akin to a predator prowling, and lightly sat on Link’s torso, admiring the look of hurt upon Link’s face because of his overly sensitive left shoulder. Ghirahim gave out a light, amused chuckle.

“Pleasure me, sky child. Adore me and worship me like you properly should before a demon lord such as myself.” Ghirahim ordered, yanking Link’s hair painfully as the hero started to feel the hardness of the lord’s manhood with slightly parted lips, through the fabric of his clothes. The silver-haired man let out a low moan of appreciation and a gasp of delight when Link started to lick his confined length, surprised at the hero’s own initiative. So it seems it wouldn’t technically be rape after all… Ghirahim was pleasantly surprised indeed, though the naïve, obviously inexperienced boy had no idea yet of the pain that awaited him.

The pale man was stirred from his thoughts and back to reality when he pleasantly realized the boy was tugging at the fabric of his attire with his teeth, trying to take it off, eyes closed and lost in forbidden desire. He even gave a quiet whimper of frustration that made Ghirahim all the more happy to oblige. With a snap of his hand, the entirety of his clothes disappeared in a flash of diamonds, and Link was presented with quite a long, slender manhood.

“Go on, do not dare keep the demon lord waiting, or would you rather suffer the consequences?” Ghirahim ordered again, and emphasized his threat by harshly pinching one of the hero’s nipples, which elicited a delicious whimper of pain and, why yes, pleasure, from the man trapped beneath him.

Link, eyes glistening with a haze of lust, set to shyly run his lips and tip on tongue along the length of Ghirahim’s manhood, actually loving the taste of the viscous liquid dripping from its tip. It tasted… exquisitely forbidden, wrong, and absolutely arousing.

What the hell am I doing… I- This can’t be happening- I must be under a spell or something… Link thought lazily, but an evil voice within him seemed to be replying: Nope, not at all, not even the simplest spell… you’re doing it all out of your own free will, Link my boy!

When he finally took the tip of Ghirahim’s penis in his mouth, the long, low moan that passed the demon’s lips was like music to his ears, and he felt himself growing even harder. He slid in more and more of him until he felt he could not take any more, and that’s when Ghirahim’s hand, the one that was gripping Link’s hair, pushed hard on the back of his head.

Tears welled up and flowed freely from Link’s tightly shut eyes as his gagging reflex gave Ghirahim the most pleasurable, constricting feelings around his manhood. The scene was so tastefully sadistic that he almost came right then and there in Link’s throat, but he reminded himself he still has much to do to punish the sky child.

Withdrawing himself from Link’s mouth as he coughed uncontrollably, Ghirahim set his eyes upon the blade that pinned the hero to the ground. Thinking he wouldn’t be needing it anymore, in one quick motion he lifted it free from its stone and flesh encasement and, as Link screamed yet again, both this blade and the discarded one next to Link’s head disappeared. Placing his hands on the hero’s shoulder wound and arm wound firmly, he set to heal the boy from his grievous ailment.

As the magic subsided, leaving Link weak but alive and well, Ghirahim let himself await the boy’s reaction. Would he try to hit him? Retrieve his sword and resume battle?

Would he stay there and await punishment still? So many possibilities made Ghirahim’s heart flutter in excitement, painfully aware of both their erections rubbing against each other once again. But what Link what about to do was beyond even his cunning wits.

Link flexed both his hands’ fingers a couple times, blinking in surprise, then brought one of them against Ghirahim’s cheek and the other on his side, delicately, as if he were made of crystal. He then started peppering his collarbone and neck with small wet kisses, teeth lightly grazing at the smooth, creamy skin.

“Good boy…” Ghirahim whispered in a sultry voice in his ear, leaning in closer, resting both elbows at each side of Link’s head and licking his ear, nipping at the red hoop there. This was even better than what he imagined! Shivering, Link arched his back into his lord’s warm body, all the while leaving a trail of saliva up his neck where his tongue tasted the skin once more, never having enough.

Using one of his hands, Ghirahim gripped one of Link’s thighs hard in an upward motion, and it didn’t take long before the young man caught up and embraced the demon’s waist with his legs. It took Ghirahim a bit of positioning before he thrust his hips forward without warning, a couple inches forcefully making their way inside Link’s anus.

The feeling of tightness, warmth but, most of all, Link’s wonderful scream of pain almost made the demon lord come right there once again. Closing his eyes and enjoying the exquisite sound, he barely felt the hero under him grip his shoulder blades firmly, his scream dying in the crook of his neck. But surprisingly, Link tightened the hold of his legs around the demon’s waist, forcing even more of his length into him, as he felt something warm lightly flowing out of his anus.

“What a positively masochistic young man…” Ghirahim uttered as he thrust forward, Link’s passage now a little more forgiving. When at last his entire penis was buried deep inside the hero, it grazed something inside him that made him shiver violently and grow hard all over again.

“Aaah… Gh- Ghirahim…”

Now that was something Ghirahim loved to hear. Slowly withdrawing, this time he slammed his entire length up Link’s anus, obviously hitting that spot harder by the way Link screamed, both of pain and ecstasy. There was just something… something so addicting in Link’s screams, Ghirahim was certain he’d never get enough. As he continued his thrusts, the screams lowered to pleading whimpers and half-moans, which, much to the lord’s surprise, sounded just as delicious.

Taking notice of the discarded belt next to Link’s hips, Ghirahim snatched it and, pinning the hero’s wrists above his head, firmly bound them together. He then resumed his ministrations, satisfied that the sky child wasn’t moving his hands from their place above him.

“Truly an obedient pet you make… tell me sky child, do you wish for your release?” He asked in a voice barely above a whisper, deviously licking his left canine. He then gave a short, hard thrust that made whatever was Link’s answer go back down his throat.

“Answer me…” Ghirahim threatened, giving a few more sharp thrusts while firmly holding Link’s neck in his grip.

“Ah--! Ah... yes. Yes!” Link managed to mutter, eyes glazing and breath becoming short.

“Beg.” Came Ghirahim’s simple order.

Slowly grinding his hips against his, not nearly reaching the same delicious speed as before, Ghirahim awaited the beautiful young man’s pleas beneath him. Taking a second to look down at him, he only now realized how lustful his heavy-lidded eyes really were. How his whole body was covered in a thin film of sweat, how his hips trembled against his, muscles sore from the battle, the pain… the exhaustion. Ghirahim realized just now how he actually desired the young man underneath him, how he loved to hurt him, to pleasure him, to make him go against his will and to bend him down into submission.

“P-please… Faster, lord Ghirahim… please…” He whimpered, his cheeks reddening even more if that was possible. Ghirahim was beaming with satisfaction, steadily quickening his rhythm, enjoying the crescendo sounds escaping from Link’s sweet lips as he reached the perfect pace. Sensing Link’s imminent orgasm in his rapidly clenching muscles around his manhood, Ghirahim yanked Link’s tunic upward and harshly planted his mouth on his chest, teasingly biting and licking a sensitive nipple. Link’s head thrashed to the side, and unconsciously his bound hands went around Ghirahim’s neck and pressed him even closer unto him, as at last his escalating screams announced the first wave of a massive orgasm.

He spilt a generous amount of seed unto his own abdomen and even on Ghirahim’s chin and lips, as the demon lord continued to give a few hard thrusts particularly on Link’s sweet spot, much to the hero’s delight.

When finally his moans quieted into whimpers and sighs, Ghirahim freed himself from Link’s arms and withdrew himself, still straddling him. Grasping a very satisfied and oblivious Link by the throat, he lifted him up rather effortlessly in a sitting position. He let the young man catch his already fleeting breath for a second, before harshly lifting his chin up to look at him with his hand.

“This mess you’ve made upon my physique must be cleaned, sky child.”

Blinking once, Link snapped out of his post-orgasm trance and, hands still bound in front on him, set out to lick at the numerous streams and droplets of sperm he’d left upon his lord’s neck and face. Ghirahim stood unmoving, watching the young hero working, eyes closed, utterly focused on the task, often kissing, very lightly nipping at his skin while doing so, until his lips met his’ and slowly licked there. Even Ghirahim had to admit that the hero was more skilled than he thought, and he couldn’t deny that, for the first time, he actually wanted to restrain himself for fear of ending everything all too soon.

There was certainly a first to everything, wasn’t there?

Ghirahim’s mouth opened and his tongue snaked inside Link’s mouth, capturing his’ in a bruising kiss. Softly biting at the fullness of Link’s lower lip, he ended the kiss and motioned for him to turn his back on him. Without a second’s hesitation, Link did as he was told, standing on bound hands and knees in front of him, and shyly looked behind and awaited what was to come. Ghirahim quickly positioned himself once again and thrust inside Link with even more vigor that he’d shown moments before, hands on Link’s hips in a crushing grip.

Link’s head was almost slammed into the nearby wall by Ghirahim’s unexpected force, and the young man almost lost his already shaky balance due to his exhaustion and bound hands. In an attempt to steady himself, he rested his elbows flat on the wall, his head on its side against the cold stones of the temple. Ghirahim found the sight highly erotic, and when one of his hands found Link’s manhood hard again, it almost sent him over the edge. No, it really was when he heard Link’s moans rise again as he stroked him, when he yanked his head backwards and leaned over, biting the soft flesh of the hero’s nape, that he finally spilt his semen inside him. A low, guttural sound halfway between a growl and a moan escaped Ghirahim’s clenched teeth as he once again tasted Link’s blood on his tongue. The sweet sound of pleasure mixed in with pain that came from Link only told him that he had come once again, his sperm coating Ghirahim’s hand around his manhood.

As Ghirahim and Link’s cries of ecstasy slowly died in their throat, Link clumsily collapsed on the ground, heavily panting and completely exhausted, mixing quiet cries of pain in between breaths, only now realizing the extent of his injuries. He took a moment to calm down and, when he turned around to face the demon lord, he found him standing regally, looking down at him with a smirk. Back in his clothes as if nothing ever happened, the only remnant of what happened was the already scabbing scar across his chest and the undoubtedly sated look in his eyes.

Seeing Link on the ground like this, bound and exhausted and hurt and dripping blood and semen, looking up to him, almost made him hard all over again. But he had other rather… urgent business to attend to, at least for now. He also realized he had actually been quite soft on the boy. Damn it, there really was something about the hero that enticed the demon lord, though he’d never admit it.

“A most interesting turn of event, if I do say so myself… Unfortunately, duty calls, and so I must take my leave right before cuddling time. You’d understand, I’m sure.” He gave a light-hearted chuckle before regaining his composure.

“Do rest assured, Link .Our paths will undoubtedly cross again. I will personally make sure of this. Until then… better keep an eye on that little friend of yours…” And without a second thought, he vanished leaving a fading trail of diamonds behind.

Link definitely couldn’t feel his aura anymore, and was left to process what the heck just happened. He felt strangely numb about the whole ordeal, numb, and… very strangely peaceful. Behind this façade he knew a massive wave of shame, guilt and regret awaited, but for now he was content to simply set it aside to work on matters more at hand.

Namely, how to get his hands out of his belt’s bond.
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A first for everything