Earlier in the day he had pilfered the key to the video closet from Quatre. It could just have been his imagination, but he could have sworn he saw a video with some very familiar initials on it. . . . And damn, but if Heero found out about that he didn’t know what the boy would do. He didn’t think he’d mind, but sometimes you just couldn’t tell with Heero.

As he carefully inserted the key into the lock and opened the cabinet, Duo gave thanks to the God of Rich People, who insisted on servants that kept hinges oiled to prevent squeaks. The last thing he needed was someone coming downstairs about now to investigate an odd sound, then getting curious about what he was doing in the middle of the night looking around in a cabinet full of porn tapes. Heero would probably get sulky and stamp off, thinking that if he needed to come down in the middle of the night to watch porn then the Japanese man wasn’t satisfying him. Which could not be further from the truth, but sometimes Heero had a fragile ego.

Shining his pocket torch into the vast expanse of the cupboard, Duo peered along the titles until he found what he was looking for. Pulling the video out, he carefully relocked the cabinet and tiptoed his way into the movie room, which (thank God for salesmen) was completely soundproofed so the rest of the house wouldn’t be disturbed by the incredible sound system.

Duo eased the door shut and locked it before flipping the switch and turning the lights on. Hopefully no one would come to investigate. . . .

He sat down on the couch and retrieved his precious burden from where he’d tucked it inside his jacket. Holding it almost reverently within his hands, he stared at it, barely believing what it was.

DM/CW: Office Experimentation.

Well, at least they’d got his initials the right way round. That was the trouble with most Westerners; they didn’t realise that (for the Chinese and Japanese at least, he didn’t know about the rest of Asia), the surname was given first. It made him angry, because it was such a blatant disregard of other peoples’ cultures. Wufei probably had regular apoplexies because of it.

And speaking of Wufei . . . hot damn, but that had been a fun few hours. Who would’ve thought the uptight Chinese man would turn out to be so good in the sack?

Shaking himself slightly before he could get caught up in the memories, Duo narrowed his eyes at the video, looking for the name of the contributor. He needed to know so that he could drill them relentlessly over the existence of more copies—he would trace every last one down if he had to, just to prevent Heero from knowing. Sure, there had been that thing with Quatre that hadn’t bothered Duo in the least, but Heero wasn’t Duo, and Heero had this annoying tendency to react unpredictably. Duo didn’t think he’d mind—it was, after all, before they had got together—but it would be best not to take chances.

Although . . . it would be a good idea to watch it . . . just to make sure the video actually was what he thought it was. . . .

After all, it would be very stupid to go to all the trouble of covering it up only to find the video wasn’t of him and Wufei after all.

It wasn’t to see what he’d look like on film. . . . With Wufei. . . .

No, of course not. Besides, the contributor might have done something like Dorothy and given a prequel of a sorts, so he could find out who it was.

Nodding to himself over the logic of this, Duo prised open the box and carefully placed the video in the VCR. He turned on the TV and settled back into the couch, readying himself to watch the video for information—and not just to enjoy it, he reminded himself firmly—and pressed play.

He nearly fell off the couch when Relena’s face popped up on the screen.

The blonde girl looked vaguely embarrassed, but also determined. Duo rubbed his eyes, blinked, and rubbed them again. Nope, still there.

::“I realise that this video is much out of date now,”:: Relena spoke to the many possible viewers. ::“After all, I believe this recording was merely a one-night stand some years ago. However, that makes this all the more valuable—and in my opinion, certainly does not detract from the viewing pleasure.”::

Duo looked like a rabbit caught in headlights. Relena?! Relena Peacecraft had contributed to a bunch of porn tapes? No way!

::“Dorothy had only just told me about this group when I happened upon these two. It was to my greatest luck that there happened to be a camcorder nearby, as now I can submit this in the hopes of a possible membership. After all, this was only a one-night stand this pairing is extremely rare. As is finding Wufei in a position such as this. Which really is a shame.”::

Oh, fuck.

::“Normally I would never have done such a thing as videotape two men in the throes of passion—”::

Did Relena just say ‘in the throes of passion’? I think I’m gonna faint. . . .

::“So I suppose everyone out there who watches this video can thank Dorothy for what they are about to see, as her words on this group were what inspired me to pick up the camcorder and start recording. In no way do I count myself as much of an artist as my friend, but I like to think that if there are any moments of poor filming, the couple themselves more than make up for it.”::

Here Relena paused, and a distinctly out-of-character and particularly evil smile crossed her face. It made Duo shudder in terrified anticipation.

::“When I found out about Heero and Duo, I thought I would envy Duo the most.”:: She paused. ::“Having seen this video, I have to say I envy Heero more.”::

Oh, crap. She did not just say that.

::“So, for all you red-blooded women—and men—out there, please enjoy this tape.”:: Still with that evil smile on her face, Relena’s image blipped off the screen.

Duo stared, enraptured, as the beginning scenes unfolded. Yup, it appeared this video was exactly what he thought it would be.

As he watched, he began to remember. . . .

He and Wufei were on a mission. Exactly what that mission was? Protect Relena. They were part of her security detail after an anonymous threat had turned out to have more substance behind it than they had originally thought.

And, put simply, they were bored stiff.

The two of them were waiting in an office in a rather quiet area of Relena’s headquarters to either be relieved or summoned or—whatever. All they knew was that they had been told to wait there, and, like good little boys, they were.

Duo had given up on making conversation—at least until he found the key to the liquor cabinet. Once that was open, the two of them began drinking from sheer boredom, as well as the thought that it was two o’clock in the morning, emergencies were unlikely.

They’d been chattering about some inconsequential thing, and lapsed into a brief, comfortable silence while each took sips of their respective drinks. After a moment, Wufei said, “Duo, do you like sex?”

Duo did a double-take. “Huh?!” he said, jaw dropping. Had Wufei really just said that?

Wufei gave a patient sidelong look. “I said, ‘do you like sex’?”

Okay, apparently he had just said that.

Duo blinked, trying to clear his head. “Uh, Wu, why do you ask?”

“I’m curious.” Okay, he hadn’t expected to hear that. Wufei waved one hand in the air as though the words he was searching for would suddenly pop out and arrange themselves to be read. “I mean, I know what sex with women is like—I was married, after all—but I don’t know about sex with a guy. Do you like it?”

Now Duo was looking at him sidelong. Firstly, he hadn’t known Wufei had been married, but secondly. . . . “Uh, Wu, who told you I was gay?”

Wufei tossed back the rest of his glass. “Just about everyone who knows you,” Wufei told him. “You’re not exactly subtle.”

Perhaps it was the alcohol. Perhaps it was the vaguely insulted feeling Duo got from Wufei’s last comment. Perhaps it was a combination of both.

All Duo knew was that a rather wicked idea sprouted in his head and took root.

“So,” he said, refilling Wufei’s glass. “You want to know if I like sex.”

Wufei sighed a little too loudly. If he wasn’t drunk, he was close. “That’s what I said.”

Duo took a thoughtful swallow of his drink, tilting his head to one side and casually loosening his tie, fiddling with the top few buttons of his shirt. “Why? Do you want to know if I think you’d like it?”

Instead of dismissing this with a snort, as Duo was sure he would do if he were sober, Wufei gave it some deep thought. After a long, long moment of silence, he announced, “Yes,” and threw back the rest of the glass.

Aha! Gotcha!

Duo hid his grin. “Well, y’know, Fei,” he almost purred, his shirt half-undone, “my opinion on it won’t mean anything to you . . . unless. . . .”

“Unless what?” Wufei demanded grumpily. He looked so damn cute with that little pout on his face rather than the usual scowl. His hair was coming undone, too, falling around his face in slender falls of silky, straight black hair. The alcohol put a flush high on his cheeks.

All combined, it meant he was really damn hot.

“Unless you try it,” Duo said, carefully casual as he put his hand on Wufei’s knee.

Wufei frowned at him. “Are you coming on to me?”

Duo barely resisted rolling his eyes. “Yes,” he said bluntly. Wufei surprised him again by shrugging. “Okay,” he said.

Duo blinked. “Okay what?”

“Okay, I’ll have sex with you,” Wufei said slowly, as though talking to an idiot.

It took a moment for that to sink in. But when it did. . . .

Duo felt an evil grin slide across his face. He slid along the desk and twisted so he was straddling Wufei’s thighs. “Oh, we are gonna have fun,” he purred, cupping Wufei’s face, then kissed him.

Wufei tasted of port and whiskey and something uniquely dark and musky that was just Wufei. The Chinese man surprised Duo by dropping his glass and whimpering, one hand coming up to clench in Duo’s hair as the braided man’s tongue swept into his mouth, offering no obstacles to the invasion. He suckled on his tongue, the other hand clenched in the folds of Duo’s shirt low at his side.

Duo explored Wufei’s mouth slowly and thoroughly. He ran the tip of his tongue across the roof of his mouth, roamed the entire cavity and thrust tongue against tongue before gently tickling under the hot, wet muscle, coaxing the Chinese man to explore his mouth. Wufei wasn’t hesitant at all, following Duo’s guidance and moaning. Duo found himself joining in, nipping at Wufei’s lips.

Breaking away from Wufei’s mouth, Duo trailed little wet kisses along his cheek to his jaw line, and then down the pulse in his neck. He could feel Wufei hardening under him, soft pants sounding in his ear before Wufei decided to suckle on his neck, muffling the noise. Duo groaned, tilting his head to the side as Wufei gently bit at the junction between his neck and shoulder, licking it and mouthing it and sucking on it until he knew there would be a hickey there in the morning.

Leaning back, Duo began to feverishly undo Wufei’s shirt, trying to get the complicated buttons out of the way as fast as possible so he could taste more of that flawless bronze skin. Wufei helped, finishing off Duo’s shirt and starting work on his trousers. Duo’s head fell back and he moaned as Wufei shoved his hand under the waistline of his boxers without bothering to remove the pants.

Peering from under half-lidded eyes, Duo could see the fascinated, passionate look on Wufei’s face as he pulled down Duo’s boxers to stare at what he had in his hand. He made a fist around Duo’s half-hard length and pumped slowly, proving himself to be just about inhibition-free as he began playing with Duo’s cock, coaxing it readily to full hardness, fingering the slit and running the tip of one digit under the foreskin, investigating what would make Duo moan.

Duo grabbed his shoulders for balance, gasping and stammered out, “W-who’s seducing who, here?”

Wufei licked his neck, his free hand moving around to clasp one of Duo’s buttocks, kneading it as he pumped Duo’s cock once more. “I think it’s pretty much free-for-all,” he whispered, biting gently.

“Then you won’t mind if I do—this!”

Using the legs on either side of Wufei for leverage and pulling on his shoulders, Duo yanked them both off the desk and onto the soft carpet beneath them, rolling Wufei onto his back and devouring his mouth. He groaned as Wufei’s hands slid from his cock and his butt to clench in his hair, dragging him closer so he could kiss him harder, eating at his mouth.

Panting, lips swollen, Duo dragged his mouth away from Wufei’s so he could mutter, “How’s that for free-for-all.”

Something sparked in Wufei’s black eyes and he growled, rolling them over so he was on top, pinning Duo’s body to the floor by sitting on his torso. He rapidly stripped his shirt off his arms and yanked on Duo’s before throwing both into some random part of the room. Duo reached up to pinch and roll his nipples, feeling them harden, even as Wufei lunged forward to cover his mouth again.

“Mm. . . .”

With that deep sigh of contentment, Duo left one hand playing with Wufei’s nipple while he slipped the other around and under his pants, trailing his fingers down the other man’s crack. He let his fingers gently circle Wufei’s opening, feeling the man shudder and moan against him, before slipping the tip of one finger inside.

Wufei tore his mouth from Duo’s staring down at him wide-eyed and panting. The man is just damn hot, Duo thought as he looked into liquid black, lips bee-stung from his kisses shining wetly in the room’s light. “S’okay, ’Fei,” he whispered. “Do you trust me?”

Wufei closed his eyes and shuddered, feeling just the tip of that finger ease in and out of his tight opening. “I trust you,” he whispered, then opened his eyes. “But who said you get top?”

Duo blinked, then grinned. “Fight you for it.”

A sudden grin appeared on Wufei’s face as Duo bucked and rolled, twisting them again so he could grab Wufei’s arms and pin them. Wufei twisted and kept them rolling, as somewhere in the middle they started kissing again, a tangle of legs and arms and unclothed chests, groaning as they ground against each other and struggled half-heartedly for domination. A lamp went flying when they knocked against a table, but neither stopped their furious, passionate kisses or roaming hands long enough to care.

They ended up with Duo between Wufei’s spread legs, grinding his hips against him hard enough to have Wufei tear his mouth from Duo’s and tip his head back, gasping as he arched towards him, sparks of lust shooting through him. Duo moaned and suckled on his neck, one hand reaching between their bodies to clumsily undo Wufei’s belt and pants and shove them off his hips and down his legs. He was a little surprised to realise the other man wasn’t wearing underwear.

Duo felt strong fingers winding into his hair again as he knelt to push his pants and boxers off his legs, his mouth attached to a nipple. He tickled the hard nub with his tongue, hearing Wufei moan.

The sound inflamed him further and he surged up, swallowing Wufei’s moans into his mouth as he kissed him brutally, grinding his hips down against him. Their hot, hard lengths rubbed against one another, bringing moans from both their mouths.

After thrusting against Wufei for a while, Duo could feel himself approaching completion, and pulled back with a reluctant groan. Just touching and kissing Wufei was heavenly, but he didn’t want either of them to come yet—he wanted to come when he was inside the other boy, long legs wrapped around his hips and tight heat encasing his cock.

Duo kissed his way down Wufei’s neck, licking the line of his collarbone as strong hands wound into his hair again. He slowly mouthed his way from one prominent bone to the other before licking wetly down his chest. Duo traced the edge of one of Wufei’s strong pectoral muscles with his tongue before finding a nipple, standing to attention and ready for him, and biting gently. Incoherent noises tumbled from Wufei’s lips as Duo suckled on his chest.

As Duo continued to explore Wufei’s chest with his mouth, he brought one hand up to the other’s mouth and moaned around the hard, dark nub as he felt Wufei suck them readily, tongue playing between the fingers. He could only imagine what that mouth would feel like on other places. . . .

Speaking of which. . . .

He trailed his mouth down the centre of Wufei’s torso, mouthing the muscles and dabbling his tongue into his navel in a parody of what was to come later. Wufei shivered and groaned, the sound muffled around the fingers in his mouth, encouraging him onwards.

Pulling up and back, Duo examined the hard cock in front of him. A deep, angry red, it pulsed when he closed a hand around it, and pearlish drops of precum leaked out of the top. Wufei was a little too close to coming for his liking, and so Duo slid his free hand down to the base of his cock and squeezed firmly. Wufei groaned, disappointed, as the urgent throbbing in his groin abated a little.

Gently retrieving his fingers from Wufei’s mouth, Duo licked the very tip of the cock in front of him, tasting the salty-sweetness that was Wufei and hearing him moan loudly, no longer obstructed by the fingers in his mouth. Duo grinned to himself and took the very tip into his mouth, sucking gently. Wufei nearly shrieked, the fingers in his hair tightening to fists.

While he suckled on Wufei, one hand pumping his erection while his tongue played with the slit, Duo trailed the wet fingers of his other hand down between Wufei’s spread legs, rubbing gently at his entrance, circling, until he felt the resistance ease enough for one finger to sink into the heated, tight depths. Slowly moving it in and out, he gently loosened the passage enough to accept a second finger, then a third, then a fourth. After all, it was Wufei’s first time.

That thought hit a chord within him, and Duo shivered, moaning around Wufei’s cock. Incoherent noises tumbled from the Chinese man’s lips as the vibrations travelled across to him, and Duo once again had to squeeze the base of his cock to stop him from coming too soon.

Pulling away gently, Duo stood and rushed over to the desk, yanking drawers out and rummaging through them. “Dammit, there has to be something!” he moaned, rushing feverishly. He was so hard it hurt—not physically, really, but if he didn’t get into those tight, hot, silken depths that had encased his fingers and soon, he was going to kill something.

“What are you doing?” a drowsy, pleasure-filled voice asked him, and he bit his lip to stop from groaning at the sound. Dammit, he wanted to fuck Wufei and he wanted to fuck him now.

“Looking for something to use as lube,” he bit out.

“We don’t need that,” Wufei said, sounding a little more awake. “Spit should be enough.”

“Look, if I don’t get some lube it’ll hurt you—”

“—I don’t care—”

“—yeah, well I do! So I am finding something or we’re doing a—a—six-nine!” Duo blurted. Not that he’d really mind that, but even as he said it, his hand came in contact with a small, smooth bottle, which on inspection turned out to be hand cream. “Eh, it’ll do,” he muttered, rushing over to Wufei as fast as possible. The Chinese man was propped up on his elbows, and moaned into his mouth when Duo kissed him deeply as a greeting. Duo knelt beside him, and, still kissing him, he opened the bottle and rubbed cream on his fingers, slipping two into Wufei’s hole and feeling him jump as he worked them in and out, trying to get as much lubricant into him as possible.

Pulling back a little, he opened his eyes and stared at Wufei. “You okay?” he whispered.

“C-cold—”

Duo chuckled and kissed the tip of Wufei’s nose. “Not for long,” he purred.

One eye slitted open. “Then hurry up and fuck me,” Wufei growled, wrapping one arm around Duo’s neck. He took the bottle from Duo’s hand and slathered a load on his free hand, reaching to coat Duo’s cock with the slippery white substance. Duo stuttered out a groan, his fingers stilling inside Wufei as the incredible sensation of cold on his heat and Wufei’s strong hand short-circuited his brain.

“Duo,” Wufei whispered in his ear. “Fuck me.”

The words were all he needed to break out of his daze, fingers slipping from inside Wufei as he positioned himself between Wufei’s legs, swinging one up onto his shoulder. He gently rubbed the tip of his cock at Wufei’s entrance, smiling softly as he drank in the sight of Wufei’s bare bronze body, glistening with sweat, his muscles taut and his face twisted with pleasure.

“Damn, ’Fei,” he heard himself say, “you’re so fucking hot. . . .”

Wufei growled and lunged up, wrapping his arms around his neck. “How many times do I have to say it, Maxwell? Fuck me!” He pressed his mouth to Duo’s, parting his lips with his tongue and devouring him even as the tip of Duo’s cock slid into him.

Duo tore his mouth away, panting. “What’s the magic word?” he gasped out, some sadistic impulse making him hold back.

Wufei growled in frustration and tightened his legs, but the angle Duo held him at prevented him from drawing more of Duo inside him. His head fell back and his breath came in short pants as Duo head-fucked him, slipping just the tip in and out, giving him a taste of what was to come—but no more than that.

“Come on, ’Fei, what’s the magic word?” Duo panted into his ear, then took the lobe into his mouth and sucked. His arms were wrapped around Wufei’s hips and torso, both supporting him and stopping him from moving.

“P-please. . . .”

“Please what?”

“God, but you’re sadistic. . . .” Wufei panted, sucking furiously on Duo’s neck. “Please fuck me!”

“Didn’t hear you.” Duo grinned, the expression hidden by Wufei’s hair.

“GODAMMIT DUO WILL YOU JUST FUCK ME!”

“There’s no need to shout,” Duo told him, the words ending on a groan as he slid into the other man to the hilt. Wufei moaned, his head falling back, exposing more of his neck to Duo’s lips as the braided man began a careful, measured pace. In and out and up and down and up and in and down and out and in and up and out and down. . . . Over and over he thrust into the squirming, willing body under him, feeling the rippling muscles under his hands, Wufei’s hoarse cries reverberating in his ear and travelling straight to his cock, making it pulse inside the tight, hot heat surrounding him . . . so damn tight. . . .

Duo pulled Wufei’s leg down from his shoulder and sat back, holding the other man above him as he yanked his hair band off, sinking the fingers of one hand into silky black locks. Both men moaned as the action sent Duo sliding even deeper into Wufei, brushing against his prostate. Wufei was almost catatonic in his arms from pleasure as Duo thrust up into him again, the movement repeatedly hitting his pleasure spot. Slowly he adjusted, and began to join in, tentatively raising and lowering himself onto Duo’s cock. Together they established a rhythm; Wufei rose up, Duo pulled out: Wufei slammed down, Duo thrust up. Their mouths met in a hot, feverish kiss, Wufei’s cock rubbed against their stomachs, Duo’s gripped by tight, silky heat as they raced towards completion together.

Wufei came first as Duo’s hard, hot length brushed his prostate for the last time. He tore his mouth away from Duo’s and screamed inarticulately, gouts of white cum splashing over their torsos. His internal muscles clamped down hard on Duo as the braided man thrust up one last time, and he groaned out Wufei’s name, the sound muffled as he sank his teeth into the other man’s shoulder.

The two slumped together, propped up by leaning on the other. Duo’s softening length managed to stay inside Wufei as he mouthed the marks his teeth had made, kissing them softly in apology.

When they had rested for some time, Duo stirred, lifting his head from the creamy-caramel skin he’d been lavishing attention on. “Damn ’Fei,” he said weakly. “You ever want to do that again, look me up.”

He felt Wufei smile into his shoulder. “I’ll think about it,” he murmured back.

Feeling his muscles tremble with weariness, Duo somehow managed to manoeuvre them both onto the couch after slipping out of Wufei with a wet pop, grabbing the throw rug to toss over them both, and be damned to whoever came to get them. He didn’t give a fuck about the mess, either.

As they lay down, Duo gently hugging the Chinese man close, he heard himself ask, “So, how was that for your first time, ne?”

Wufei yawned and snuggled closer. Somewhere deep in Duo’s brain some logic circuits were going into cardiac arrest at the night’s events, but he honestly couldn’t have cared less. Duo wrapped his arms around the other man, hearing Wufei murmur, “Pretty damn good . . . not sure I’ve had better.”

“Mm-hm.” Duo’s fuzzy brain took some time to digest that comment. When its meaning finally got through, his eyes snapped open and he twisted to look at Wufei’s grinning face. “You mean—you—” he stammered, eyes wide.

Wufei snickered into his neck. “While it may be dishonourable,” he told Duo, “unlike you, Maxwell, I am not above lying to get what I want.”

“What—? Who—?”

Wufei reached up and touched a finger to his lips, rubbing it gently back and forth. “Ssh,” he whispered. “Don’t worry about it. Think of it as a compliment.”

Duo blinked. “I do, but— Oh, never mind. I’m too damn tired to think.” Still grumbling, he settled down and buried his face in Wufei’s hair. “I’ll get you for this in the morning. I want all the juicy details . . . an’ I want to know how long you’ve been plannin’ this . . . an’ you’re gonna tell me, or else . . .”

“Oh, will I now. . . .” was the last thing he heard before he fell asleep.

Duo smiled wistfully into the now-silent room. The tape had run it’s course, leaving only static coming from the screen. Wufei had been gone in the morning, and hadn’t called him or spoken to him about that night since. And so time had gone by, and after Wufei had shown a distinct lack of interest in anything more than a one-night stand, he’d ended up with Heero. Not that he was complaining, oh no. If Wufei were to come to him now, he doubted he’d go with him . . . but Heero might not think that. Which was why he had to get all the copies of this tape.

Although. . . .

Watching it had brought back quite a bit of nostalgia.

He wondered. . . .

What would Wufei think?

Wufei yawned, shutting the door on the outside world as he entered his tiny apartment. Another day, another dollar, wasn’t that how the saying went? Well, for the amount of energy he was putting into this damn job, they’d better be paying him more than a stupid dollar.

Chucking his jacket onto the table, he gathered up his post and wandered over to the couch. Rubbing his eyes, he began sorting through it.

Bill . . . bill . . . junk mail . . . circular . . . bill. . . .

Eh?

The large, plain package wrapped in brown paper had a letter taped to the outside. Recognising Duo’s distinctive scrawled handwriting, Wufei pushed aside the rest of the mail and tore it off the package.

Dear Wufei,

It began.

I know we haven’t spoken in a while, but when I found this in Quatre’s video library, I thought you would be . . . shall we say, interested? in it. Lord knows I was. :)

Wufei rolled his eyes. Duo was the only person he knew who would put smileys in letters. It was sort of cute, in its own ridiculous way.

I’m not going to tell you what the video is about, so you’ll just have to watch it to find out. If you’re interested in this one, there are others—not of the same kind, of course, but fairly similar.

Well, for once I don’t feel like babbling on for a while. Be sure to email, or call, or write about what you think. I’m dying to know.

PS: Don’t tell Heero.
PPS: Don’t kill me. I had nothing to do with the making of this video. Well . . . except in the obvious fashion.

Wufei raised an eyebrow at the odd message, then opened the brown package. The video was nothing special on the outside, just a plain white box with the words “DM/CW: Office Experimentation” written on it. He shrugged, and got up to slip the tape into the VCR.

Once seated, he began playing. Both the fact that Relena was on the beginning of the tape and the cryptic-ness of her words made him frown, but. . . .

::“Duo, do you like sex?”::