Fic: shake, trip, shimmy
Title: shake, trip, shimmy
Series: Brown Derby Jump
Summary: Raven should have seen this coming.
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Word Count: 2609
Rating/Contents: NC-17, possessive behavior, good times and great oldies (damn, that's what I should have called this)
Pairing: Erik/Charles/Raven
Policies: Read my archiving, feedback, and warnings policies here.
A/N: So this is the end of this thing, and I think we were all fairly sure how it would go down. Hint: sexily. Also I recommend taking a moment to look at the AO3 tags for this story, because they sort of got away from me, in the best way.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Erik unzips his trousers and pushes them off; Charles repositions himself, making room for Erik on the bed, and Erik's only just gotten in next to him when he hears the front door open.
"Raven?" Charles calls; he looks at Erik, grinning, and puts a finger to his lips.
"Who else would it be?" she answers, and Erik can hear her putting her things down.
"You're early," Charles comments. "You didn't have any fun with your new friend?"
"He was a sweetheart, really, it's just that he was too-" Raven steps through the doorway just then, and she's bright blue all over; when she catches sight of them, she shrieks, jumping a foot backward. Erik blinks and she's blond again, like it never happened, like anyone could forget.
"You can relax, darling," Charles tells her. "You're among friends."
She sighs heavily, letting her skin change again, and Charles was right; it's so amazing to see it up close, to really get a good look at her as she does it. "Don't you ever scare me like that again," she warns Charles. She looks at Erik, then back to him. "You could have told me."
"About which part?" Charles asks.
She snorts. "You pick."
"Erik being gifted, that's his business," Charles says, ticking things off on his fingers, "Erik and I being naked together, that's new since we last spoke, Erik and I being naked together and waiting up for you, well." He grins. "That was a happy coincidence."
"The hell it was," she says, but she's smiling. "You didn't actually think I was going to bring that guy home." She gives him a look of horror. "God, I hope you didn't, because I don't even know what would have happened if I'd brought him in here and he'd seen the two of you screwing with the door open."
"We weren't screwing, not in a technical sense," Charles tells her, "and I knew you weren't going to bring him here. He was very solicitous and you made his whole week, but you were never going to sleep with him."
"I hate it when you send me out on charity missions," she says; she climbs on top of him, but she leans over and kisses Erik first. Her hair is bright orange, and it's slippery between Erik's fingers as he grabs a handful of it. She smiles at him when he lets her go, leaning over to kiss Charles; it's interesting to watch them, how comfortable it is between them, how much practice they've obviously had.
She leans back, looking at them sternly. "You better not have worn yourselves out," she says.
"Of course not," Charles reassures her. "You've caught us at a bad time, but I think I can safely say that we're down but not out."
Raven groans. "Why I even speak to you is a mystery to me."
Charles leans up, kissing her again. "Because I am very charming and you love me."
Something in Erik twitches when he hears it, the way that Charles can just toss around a word like that; he swallows it down, because this isn't the time- there's probably never going to be a time, honestly.
Then Raven's kissing him, and it's suddenly not worth thinking about. Her hand is roaming over his body, tracing down his abdomen, coming to rest on his cock, which is still soft but already starting to get interested in where this is going. She pulls away from him, looking between him and Charles. "I want to see you kiss," she demands, looking a little put out that they're not doing it for her already.
Charles grins at him, and Erik leans over, kissing him hard, long, slow kisses; Charles's mouth still tastes a little like come, Erik's come, and that just makes it hotter, that the evidence is still there. Raven cards her hand through his hair as he does it, and when he takes a second to look up at her, she's staring at the two of them raptly. She takes his hand, guiding it to her, and the angle is bad and sort of backwards but she feels amazing. Her stomach is soft and smooth, but her breasts feel so strange underneath his hands, the texture of her skin alien and alluring at the same time. She doesn't have nipples, not that Erik can feel, so he runs her thumb across the small bumps where they'd be, scratching lightly over them with his nail; she jerks, moaning, and he does it again, harder this time. And then she writhes on top of Charles and Charles moans, kissing Erik harder and Erik is really starting to like this whole arrangement, the chain-reaction possibilities of it all.
"Break it up, break it up," Raven mutters, pulling Erik away so she can kiss him herself, desperately. She reaches down and strokes his rapidly hardening cock, and he moans into her mouth; when he reaches over to touch her, Charles has beaten him to it, his fingers moving shallowly in and out of her. Erik doesn't stop, just puts his hand over Charles's and pushes in right along with him, and she gasps loudly. She's so slick and ready, and Erik can't wait anymore.
"Stay there," Erik says, moving around behind her; she turns her head to watch him, see what he's going to do, and his eyes are on hers when he enters her, all at once, pushing in hard.
Charles is the unknown quantity in all of this. Raven goes to Charles, and Erik gets jealous; Raven goes to Erik, and Erik has no idea what Charles does. Charles wants to share, but that doesn't mean he likes it; maybe he hates it, maybe he gets off on it, maybe he ignores it, maybe he has no opinion at all.
Erik's going to find out, because this is happening now; Erik's going to fuck her right on top of him, and Charles is just going to have to deal with it. Charles can think whatever he thinks about it, but he's going to see Erik do it, he's going to know what Erik does to her.
Raven is pushing back against him, making wonderful, wanton noises; he puts a hand on her hip, and her skin is so different here, covered by soft scales. He hasn't got a lot of time to spend marveling over it, as amazing as it is. He's got plans, and he's got a narrow- narrowing- window of time to accomplish them in.
He fucks her hard and fast, and Raven doesn't seem to have a problem with it at all. She's gasping, groaning as he takes her; he laces a hand in her hair and pulls, bending her head back, and she moans out loud. Erik catches a glimpse of Charles's face, and he's staring up at her, disbelief and want mixed up on his face. Charles pushes himself up so he can kiss her neck, her shoulders; he bites down on the place where they meet and she comes, crying out, shuddering all over.
She sighs, still shaking, still moving against him; it's so hard to pull out of her, so hard not to come right there, but it's not over for Erik. He puts his arms around her waist, drawing her up against him, and she turns her head to kiss him slowly, satisfied. He slides his hand down, and she gasps as his fingers play over her sensitized flesh; but then he whispers something in her ear, and she grins at him.
Charles is looking at the two of them, frowning like he knows they're up to something- which is fair, because they are. There's just one more thing Erik wants, one thing to top it off, like signing a painting.
Raven crawls up Charles's body, and Charles makes a muffled noise of surprise as she straddles his face, grinding against him; Raven starts moaning, and Erik knows Charles has taken the not-exactly-subtle hint. He wraps his hand around Charles's cock, and Charles bucks up into it, clearly desperate for Erik's touch. He strokes him slowly, just to fuck with him, and when Erik takes a spit-slick finger and presses against his hole, pushing in the slightest bit, Charles frantically waves a hand at him.
"Metal bottle, bathroom counter, now," Raven says suddenly, in Charles's voice. "Not missing that," she says, in her own, quickly getting resituated so she can watch Erik while Charles licks her.
Erik reaches out with his power, looking for it. The bathroom door is shut, and he twists the handle, flinging it open a little harder than he intended. He holds up his hand; the bottle slaps into it a few seconds later, and Erik doesn't waste any time, opening it and pouring the lotion onto his fingers. Charles groans, spreading his legs wider as Erik presses his fingers inside; Erik doesn't want to hurt him, but he's not exactly being gentle, either. There's no point in hiding that he wants to get past this part, wants badly to get inside of Charles as quickly as possible.
"Do it," Charles says, through Raven. "Please, Erik, I'm ready, just do it."
"I'm starting to think he likes to hear himself beg," Erik says, grinning at Raven, and before Charles can say anything else, Erik pushes inside of him. Charles moans, low and loud, as Erik starts fucking him; Erik wants to go slowly, make it last, do this to him as long as he can, but there's no chance in hell of that, not when he's already so close.
This is the apex of it, the very thing he's been working for. Charles couldn't possibly be more his at this moment; he's got Erik's cock all the way up his ass, and Raven- Erik just fucked her, and now Charles has his face planted in her cunt.
"God, Erik, yes," Raven says, Charles again. "I can taste you in her, do it harder-" She throws her head back, making a desperate noise, her own this time. "Fuck," she pants, "fuck, that's hot, Jesus Christ."
He grabs for her hand, pulling her towards him, leaning over Charles's body to kiss her wildly. There's the only thing that had been bothering him at all, sticking in the back of his mind- the idea that he was using Raven in a way he shouldn't, making her into his pawn, ignoring her to get at Charles. If she wants this as much as Erik, the same way Erik does, then all bets are off.
She pulls away from him, making wrecked noises; she's still only inches from Erik's face, and he watches as she comes, the way she sucks in a breath, the lost look on her face. He reaches down blindly, taking Charles's cock into his hand and working it quickly; Charles's hips are rolling against his, and Erik fucks him harder, faster, so close to coming that it's a wonder he's not. Now Raven is watching him, her yellow eyes bright, barely blinking, and it's better than Erik ever thought anything could be, makes Erik wonder why he hasn't been doing this every single day of his life.
He's already planning on doing it every day after this one.
It's so amazing when Charles comes, the way his ass squeezes Erik's cock; Erik manages a few more thrusts, and then he lets his orgasm wash over him. His head falls back, and he spends a long time just staring at the ceiling and being dumbfounded.
At some point, he comes back to himself; Charles is laying there underneath him, looking sleepy and pleased, and Raven is stretched out next to him. Erik lets himself sort of collapse in between them the two of them. Charles rolls towards him, kissing him, and he tastes like Raven, which is far hotter than it has any right to be. Raven puts a hand on his shoulder, and he turns, kissing her too; pretty soon they're all just kissing each other, quiet and lazy and comfortable.
It's so good, but it can't last forever. "I need to go," he tells them, tucking Raven's hair back behind her ear.
"Why would you need to go?" Charles says, propping himself up on an elbow and looking down at him. "We've got all the comforts of home right here. Food, hot and cold running water, bed full of naked people."
"I don't know how the three of us could sleep in this bed," he says, dodging the question.
"If it becomes an issue, Raven's is a little larger," Charles tells him.
Erik raises an eyebrow at him. "Then why weren't we fucking in Raven's bed?"
"We started before she even got here," he says. "That would have been a little rude."
"Only you, Charles," Raven says, rolling her eyes. "Only you would worry about being rude at a time like this."
Charles frowns at her. "Would you have been excited to come home and find Erik and I making use of your bed?"
She gives him a look. "Yes."
"Right," Charles says. "Future fucking goes on in Raven's bed."
"I think I can live with that," she tells him, "but you're responsible for the sheets."
"That seems like a fair compromise," he agrees.
Erik looks at them. "You really want me to stay?"
"Of course," Charles says, leaning over and kissing him. Erik looks over to Raven, and she's smiling- it's tentative, but she's smiling.
"I'm taking the first shower," Erik says firmly.
"You could do that," Charles says. "Or we could see how many people can fit in the shower at once."
"You're incorrigible," Raven tells him.
"That is, in fact, one of my favorite words in the English language," he says, grinning.
"Imagine how bad he must be in Latin," Erik tells her.
"Much worse," Charles assures them. "But it sounds so much more classical."
Raven shakes her head.
--
The dance floor is mostly full tonight, more people than Erik's seen in a while, but Erik is leaning on the bar, ignoring the woman in the low-cut white dress who's been trying to catch his eye all evening. Charles and Raven are dancing, and they look good; it flows between them, natural and easy, not all that different from when-
«Stop thinking about fucking us,» Charles tells him, breaking into his thoughts suddenly; at first he used to jump when Charles did that, but now it's been so many months that Erik has almost forgotten that it's not totally normal. «It's distracting.»
«You're all the way across the room,» Erik protests.
«You're doing it very loudly,» he says, and Erik can feel him grinning. «I'm surprised normal people can't hear, the way you're carrying on.»
«Spoilsport,» Erik says, lifting his glass to his mouth.
«Love you, too,» Charles tells him, and Erik's hand freezes. There's a moment of silence, where all Erik can feel is a sort of confusion in Charles's mind. «Don't know why you thought we didn't. Now drink your beer, there's a good boy, that blond with the large breasts is looking straight at you and wondering what's wrong.»
Erik snaps out of it, lifting the glass again. «How did you know she had large breasts?» he challenges.
«You're the one who looked at them,» Charles says, a little grumpily.
Erik smiles to himself. «Shut up and dance.»
Charles's mind brushes against his, almost like a kiss, and then he pulls away.
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Series: Brown Derby Jump
Summary: Raven should have seen this coming.
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Word Count: 2609
Rating/Contents: NC-17, possessive behavior, good times and great oldies (damn, that's what I should have called this)
Pairing: Erik/Charles/Raven
Policies: Read my archiving, feedback, and warnings policies here.
A/N: So this is the end of this thing, and I think we were all fairly sure how it would go down. Hint: sexily. Also I recommend taking a moment to look at the AO3 tags for this story, because they sort of got away from me, in the best way.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Erik unzips his trousers and pushes them off; Charles repositions himself, making room for Erik on the bed, and Erik's only just gotten in next to him when he hears the front door open.
"Raven?" Charles calls; he looks at Erik, grinning, and puts a finger to his lips.
"Who else would it be?" she answers, and Erik can hear her putting her things down.
"You're early," Charles comments. "You didn't have any fun with your new friend?"
"He was a sweetheart, really, it's just that he was too-" Raven steps through the doorway just then, and she's bright blue all over; when she catches sight of them, she shrieks, jumping a foot backward. Erik blinks and she's blond again, like it never happened, like anyone could forget.
"You can relax, darling," Charles tells her. "You're among friends."
She sighs heavily, letting her skin change again, and Charles was right; it's so amazing to see it up close, to really get a good look at her as she does it. "Don't you ever scare me like that again," she warns Charles. She looks at Erik, then back to him. "You could have told me."
"About which part?" Charles asks.
She snorts. "You pick."
"Erik being gifted, that's his business," Charles says, ticking things off on his fingers, "Erik and I being naked together, that's new since we last spoke, Erik and I being naked together and waiting up for you, well." He grins. "That was a happy coincidence."
"The hell it was," she says, but she's smiling. "You didn't actually think I was going to bring that guy home." She gives him a look of horror. "God, I hope you didn't, because I don't even know what would have happened if I'd brought him in here and he'd seen the two of you screwing with the door open."
"We weren't screwing, not in a technical sense," Charles tells her, "and I knew you weren't going to bring him here. He was very solicitous and you made his whole week, but you were never going to sleep with him."
"I hate it when you send me out on charity missions," she says; she climbs on top of him, but she leans over and kisses Erik first. Her hair is bright orange, and it's slippery between Erik's fingers as he grabs a handful of it. She smiles at him when he lets her go, leaning over to kiss Charles; it's interesting to watch them, how comfortable it is between them, how much practice they've obviously had.
She leans back, looking at them sternly. "You better not have worn yourselves out," she says.
"Of course not," Charles reassures her. "You've caught us at a bad time, but I think I can safely say that we're down but not out."
Raven groans. "Why I even speak to you is a mystery to me."
Charles leans up, kissing her again. "Because I am very charming and you love me."
Something in Erik twitches when he hears it, the way that Charles can just toss around a word like that; he swallows it down, because this isn't the time- there's probably never going to be a time, honestly.
Then Raven's kissing him, and it's suddenly not worth thinking about. Her hand is roaming over his body, tracing down his abdomen, coming to rest on his cock, which is still soft but already starting to get interested in where this is going. She pulls away from him, looking between him and Charles. "I want to see you kiss," she demands, looking a little put out that they're not doing it for her already.
Charles grins at him, and Erik leans over, kissing him hard, long, slow kisses; Charles's mouth still tastes a little like come, Erik's come, and that just makes it hotter, that the evidence is still there. Raven cards her hand through his hair as he does it, and when he takes a second to look up at her, she's staring at the two of them raptly. She takes his hand, guiding it to her, and the angle is bad and sort of backwards but she feels amazing. Her stomach is soft and smooth, but her breasts feel so strange underneath his hands, the texture of her skin alien and alluring at the same time. She doesn't have nipples, not that Erik can feel, so he runs her thumb across the small bumps where they'd be, scratching lightly over them with his nail; she jerks, moaning, and he does it again, harder this time. And then she writhes on top of Charles and Charles moans, kissing Erik harder and Erik is really starting to like this whole arrangement, the chain-reaction possibilities of it all.
"Break it up, break it up," Raven mutters, pulling Erik away so she can kiss him herself, desperately. She reaches down and strokes his rapidly hardening cock, and he moans into her mouth; when he reaches over to touch her, Charles has beaten him to it, his fingers moving shallowly in and out of her. Erik doesn't stop, just puts his hand over Charles's and pushes in right along with him, and she gasps loudly. She's so slick and ready, and Erik can't wait anymore.
"Stay there," Erik says, moving around behind her; she turns her head to watch him, see what he's going to do, and his eyes are on hers when he enters her, all at once, pushing in hard.
Charles is the unknown quantity in all of this. Raven goes to Charles, and Erik gets jealous; Raven goes to Erik, and Erik has no idea what Charles does. Charles wants to share, but that doesn't mean he likes it; maybe he hates it, maybe he gets off on it, maybe he ignores it, maybe he has no opinion at all.
Erik's going to find out, because this is happening now; Erik's going to fuck her right on top of him, and Charles is just going to have to deal with it. Charles can think whatever he thinks about it, but he's going to see Erik do it, he's going to know what Erik does to her.
Raven is pushing back against him, making wonderful, wanton noises; he puts a hand on her hip, and her skin is so different here, covered by soft scales. He hasn't got a lot of time to spend marveling over it, as amazing as it is. He's got plans, and he's got a narrow- narrowing- window of time to accomplish them in.
He fucks her hard and fast, and Raven doesn't seem to have a problem with it at all. She's gasping, groaning as he takes her; he laces a hand in her hair and pulls, bending her head back, and she moans out loud. Erik catches a glimpse of Charles's face, and he's staring up at her, disbelief and want mixed up on his face. Charles pushes himself up so he can kiss her neck, her shoulders; he bites down on the place where they meet and she comes, crying out, shuddering all over.
She sighs, still shaking, still moving against him; it's so hard to pull out of her, so hard not to come right there, but it's not over for Erik. He puts his arms around her waist, drawing her up against him, and she turns her head to kiss him slowly, satisfied. He slides his hand down, and she gasps as his fingers play over her sensitized flesh; but then he whispers something in her ear, and she grins at him.
Charles is looking at the two of them, frowning like he knows they're up to something- which is fair, because they are. There's just one more thing Erik wants, one thing to top it off, like signing a painting.
Raven crawls up Charles's body, and Charles makes a muffled noise of surprise as she straddles his face, grinding against him; Raven starts moaning, and Erik knows Charles has taken the not-exactly-subtle hint. He wraps his hand around Charles's cock, and Charles bucks up into it, clearly desperate for Erik's touch. He strokes him slowly, just to fuck with him, and when Erik takes a spit-slick finger and presses against his hole, pushing in the slightest bit, Charles frantically waves a hand at him.
"Metal bottle, bathroom counter, now," Raven says suddenly, in Charles's voice. "Not missing that," she says, in her own, quickly getting resituated so she can watch Erik while Charles licks her.
Erik reaches out with his power, looking for it. The bathroom door is shut, and he twists the handle, flinging it open a little harder than he intended. He holds up his hand; the bottle slaps into it a few seconds later, and Erik doesn't waste any time, opening it and pouring the lotion onto his fingers. Charles groans, spreading his legs wider as Erik presses his fingers inside; Erik doesn't want to hurt him, but he's not exactly being gentle, either. There's no point in hiding that he wants to get past this part, wants badly to get inside of Charles as quickly as possible.
"Do it," Charles says, through Raven. "Please, Erik, I'm ready, just do it."
"I'm starting to think he likes to hear himself beg," Erik says, grinning at Raven, and before Charles can say anything else, Erik pushes inside of him. Charles moans, low and loud, as Erik starts fucking him; Erik wants to go slowly, make it last, do this to him as long as he can, but there's no chance in hell of that, not when he's already so close.
This is the apex of it, the very thing he's been working for. Charles couldn't possibly be more his at this moment; he's got Erik's cock all the way up his ass, and Raven- Erik just fucked her, and now Charles has his face planted in her cunt.
"God, Erik, yes," Raven says, Charles again. "I can taste you in her, do it harder-" She throws her head back, making a desperate noise, her own this time. "Fuck," she pants, "fuck, that's hot, Jesus Christ."
He grabs for her hand, pulling her towards him, leaning over Charles's body to kiss her wildly. There's the only thing that had been bothering him at all, sticking in the back of his mind- the idea that he was using Raven in a way he shouldn't, making her into his pawn, ignoring her to get at Charles. If she wants this as much as Erik, the same way Erik does, then all bets are off.
She pulls away from him, making wrecked noises; she's still only inches from Erik's face, and he watches as she comes, the way she sucks in a breath, the lost look on her face. He reaches down blindly, taking Charles's cock into his hand and working it quickly; Charles's hips are rolling against his, and Erik fucks him harder, faster, so close to coming that it's a wonder he's not. Now Raven is watching him, her yellow eyes bright, barely blinking, and it's better than Erik ever thought anything could be, makes Erik wonder why he hasn't been doing this every single day of his life.
He's already planning on doing it every day after this one.
It's so amazing when Charles comes, the way his ass squeezes Erik's cock; Erik manages a few more thrusts, and then he lets his orgasm wash over him. His head falls back, and he spends a long time just staring at the ceiling and being dumbfounded.
At some point, he comes back to himself; Charles is laying there underneath him, looking sleepy and pleased, and Raven is stretched out next to him. Erik lets himself sort of collapse in between them the two of them. Charles rolls towards him, kissing him, and he tastes like Raven, which is far hotter than it has any right to be. Raven puts a hand on his shoulder, and he turns, kissing her too; pretty soon they're all just kissing each other, quiet and lazy and comfortable.
It's so good, but it can't last forever. "I need to go," he tells them, tucking Raven's hair back behind her ear.
"Why would you need to go?" Charles says, propping himself up on an elbow and looking down at him. "We've got all the comforts of home right here. Food, hot and cold running water, bed full of naked people."
"I don't know how the three of us could sleep in this bed," he says, dodging the question.
"If it becomes an issue, Raven's is a little larger," Charles tells him.
Erik raises an eyebrow at him. "Then why weren't we fucking in Raven's bed?"
"We started before she even got here," he says. "That would have been a little rude."
"Only you, Charles," Raven says, rolling her eyes. "Only you would worry about being rude at a time like this."
Charles frowns at her. "Would you have been excited to come home and find Erik and I making use of your bed?"
She gives him a look. "Yes."
"Right," Charles says. "Future fucking goes on in Raven's bed."
"I think I can live with that," she tells him, "but you're responsible for the sheets."
"That seems like a fair compromise," he agrees.
Erik looks at them. "You really want me to stay?"
"Of course," Charles says, leaning over and kissing him. Erik looks over to Raven, and she's smiling- it's tentative, but she's smiling.
"I'm taking the first shower," Erik says firmly.
"You could do that," Charles says. "Or we could see how many people can fit in the shower at once."
"You're incorrigible," Raven tells him.
"That is, in fact, one of my favorite words in the English language," he says, grinning.
"Imagine how bad he must be in Latin," Erik tells her.
"Much worse," Charles assures them. "But it sounds so much more classical."
Raven shakes her head.
--
The dance floor is mostly full tonight, more people than Erik's seen in a while, but Erik is leaning on the bar, ignoring the woman in the low-cut white dress who's been trying to catch his eye all evening. Charles and Raven are dancing, and they look good; it flows between them, natural and easy, not all that different from when-
«Stop thinking about fucking us,» Charles tells him, breaking into his thoughts suddenly; at first he used to jump when Charles did that, but now it's been so many months that Erik has almost forgotten that it's not totally normal. «It's distracting.»
«You're all the way across the room,» Erik protests.
«You're doing it very loudly,» he says, and Erik can feel him grinning. «I'm surprised normal people can't hear, the way you're carrying on.»
«Spoilsport,» Erik says, lifting his glass to his mouth.
«Love you, too,» Charles tells him, and Erik's hand freezes. There's a moment of silence, where all Erik can feel is a sort of confusion in Charles's mind. «Don't know why you thought we didn't. Now drink your beer, there's a good boy, that blond with the large breasts is looking straight at you and wondering what's wrong.»
Erik snaps out of it, lifting the glass again. «How did you know she had large breasts?» he challenges.
«You're the one who looked at them,» Charles says, a little grumpily.
Erik smiles to himself. «Shut up and dance.»
Charles's mind brushes against his, almost like a kiss, and then he pulls away.
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