![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
tekia.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
tamingthemuseTitle: A Dash of Spice
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Achilles’ Elbow
Warnings: yaoi sex, pwp
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Alan had always maintained that magicians were off limits. Maybe he’ll make an acceptation for Jolokia.
Alan groaned when he was woken by a loud bang from downstairs. He rubbed a hand over his eyes before opening them. His head was pounding as if he had a herd of monsters galloping through the empty spaces. He sighed and settled back into his pillow.
Today was his day off and he was quite happy to remain in bed until late in the morning. The sun peeked through the open curtain, stabbing at his eyes. He frowned and moved to pull the quilt over his head, but the quilt wouldn’t budge.
His eyes popped open, and his heart gave a pause as he realized that he didn’t remember much from the night before.
Just who did he invite to his bed? Or, the inn’s bed, as it was.
There were dozens of people in the inn last night, many of which he had known for years, and many that were new faces. He took a calming, bracing breath, and turned over to find out just who he had spent the night with.
Whoever it was, was bundled up in the quilt up to their nose. Their face was turned away from Alan, leaving only a mass of black hair visible.
Alan sat up and let the quilt pool in his lap as he leaned over the body next to him. As the bed moved with him, the body jerked in its sleep before stretching out, long legs extending toward the end of the bed, but not quite reaching the edge.
The quilt slipped, then the body turned, seeking the warmth. Alan fought back a gasp as he recognized his partner.
He ran a hand through his blonde hair as he looked around the room, finally noticing the clothes spilled on the floor for what they were.
Magician. He slept with a magician. He had promised himself that he would never get involved with a magician.
He turned back to the sleeping magician and let his eyes roam over the magician’s sleeping face.
His name was Jolokia, and had come and gone through Alan’s small outpost many times through the past five years. They had done business upon occasion, even. The young man was somewhere around his late twenties, if not older. It was always hard to tell the age of a magician by looks alone. Alan only knew this vague number because he had overheard Jolokia mention his age, years ago. He looked like a boy still.
Alan leaned back against the headrest and wondered what had come over him the night before?
He had always been careful about choosing his partners. Usually he slept with someone he knew well enough that would accept the night for what it was, to their mutual benefit, then move on. Never a magician. Never someone so young.
Jolokia breathed a sigh, then his eyes opened slowly, blinking twice before he propped himself up on his elbows. Alan couldn’t help but notice how blue his eye were. They reflected the early morning light, making them look glassy and ethereal. He licked his lips, then made a face at the taste of his morning breath. He looked off the side of the bed, at his clothes, before seemingly remembering Alan’s presence.
He turned to look at the older man, but didn’t speak.
Alan froze. What could he say? What was Jolokia expecting from him?
Jolokia broke the moment by suddenly yawning loudly. He covered his mouth with his hand and sat up. Alan couldn’t help but admire the thin, slim back presented to him as the quilt dropped away from his body. He felt a stirring in his groin and grew irritated with himself.
“Jolokia,” he started, but the magician gave a start.
“What time is it?”
Alan blinked, startled, then looked for the clock. “It’s half past nine.”
Jolokia was suddenly a flurry of movement as he jumped from the bed and began throwing his magician robes on. His hair was a tangled mess hanging over one shoulder while he tied his sash over his hips. His shoes were walking their way to his feet as Alan watched.
When Jolokia stood to slip his feet into his shoes, Alan finally stood. Despite his hesitance in getting involved, he found himself annoyed at how Jolokia was acting. Indifferent.
“Jolokia,” he started again. The magician looked at him, his eyes still bright in the light, his features delicate and fine. Alan wished he could remember more of the night before. Jolokia hooked a finger in the heel of his shoe, tugging it into place as he looked up at Alan. He reached out and cupped Jolokia’s face in one palm, his thumb brushing over his fuller bottom lip.
“Last night-”
“Probably shouldn’t have happened,” Jolokia interrupted. He licked his lips, his tongue lightly touching Alan’s thumb in the process. Alan dropped his hand, nodding his head.
“Yes,” he said, careful to keep control of his voice. “Quite. I’m glad we agree on this.”
Jolokia nodded, blinking his eyes rapidly. He shifted on his feet awkwardly and looked everywhere but at Alan, who was standing before him in his bare skin.
Alan watched Jolokia, noticing how his hair was still a mess, how a flush was staining his cheeks, how his chest moved with his every breath.
Jolokia closed his eyes and breathed carefully for a moment before he opened his eyes and finally recaptured Alan’s eyes. He bowed his head minutely.
“Thank you for last night, sir,” he said, then turned on his heel, heading toward the door.
Alan’s eyes widened and he was moving before he realized he wanted to. He caught Jolokia’s arm right above his elbow and the magician froze as if he had an Achilles’ Elbow. Neither of them moved a moment, before Alan pulled Jolokia away from the door and closer toward his body.
Jolokia was far shorter than Alan, coming only up to his shoulder, but Alan found he liked that quite a lot. He pulled Jolokia’s back up against his chest, his free arm settling around his waist. Jolokia looked up at him over his shoulder, and Alan greedily took his mouth in a searing kiss.
He felt a shudder go through Jolokia’s thin frame before he was returning the kiss, just as greedily. This was their first kiss, Alan decided as he pressed his tongue into Jolokia’s open mouth. Jolokia eagerly sucked on his tongue before chasing his tongue back into his own mouth, his teeth gently biting down on his lip.
Alan pulled away, out of the kiss, but never releasing Jolokia. His hands easily framed Jolokia’s ribs as he guided them back to the bed.
Jolokia’s eyes here half lidded and he fell onto the bed with a small nudge, his knees falling open as Alan moved between them. His lips were parted slightly and very tempting, so Alan returned to them, drinking in Jolokia’s unique flavor. He pressed Jolokia’s body into the soft mattress, touching from chest to hip. His hands sought out the sash around Jolokia’s waist that he had only just tied into place moments ago.
Jolokia’s hands were in his hair, holding their faces close as one leg crept up over his hip, thrusting their groins together. Alan groaned low into Jolokia’s mouth before breaking the kiss. He pressed his open mouth to the skin of Jolokia’s neck that wasn’t covered by his robes. When he met the collar of the robes, he growled and quickly tugged the sash off, then parted the robe.
Instantly, he moved down, capturing one firm nipple in his mouth. Jolokia arched under him, gasping. His fingers carded through his hair, never gripping, but holding. Alan rocked his hips against Jolokia’s, frustrated at the feel of the thick cloth of his trousers against his flesh. He wanted Jolokia’s skin. All of it.
He pulled away again, unhooking Jolokia’s knee from around his legs and masterfully divesting him of the last of his clothes. Alan took a moment to admire the body open to him. Jolokia, like all mages, stopped aging as a normal human when he acquired his magic. He looked maybe fifteen years old, which meant, to Alan, that he must have started using magic at a very young age.
He ran a hand down his hip, and Jolokia arched into the touch, making a sweet noise at the caress. Alan slowly drew the hand over his hip, down his thigh and finally to the flesh begging for his attention. That noise returned as he grasped Jolokia’s cock in his hand and Alan smiled. He liked those weak, begging noises. They sent shivers down his spine and heat to his groin. He gave a few firm pumps before withdrawing his hand and leaning forward, pressing open mouthed, wet kisses up Jolokia’s belly, chest, neck, then catching one of those cute whines in a kiss.
Jolokia sank into the kiss, his legs parting eagerly to welcome Alan’s body closer. They both groaned when Alan pressed close, rocking their hips together. Alan didn’t want to break the kiss; he wanted to forever bask in Jolokia’s heat. Jolokia had other thoughts, as he turned his head away with a gasp. Alan turned his attention to Jolokia’s ear, sucking on the lobe before moving down to the sensitive skin behind.
Jolokia was reaching for something, and Alan finally pulled his weight off Jolokia to see him reaching for the materials on the side bed. Alan distantly congratulated himself for having such forethought for such tools the night before.
Alan’s arms were longer and he easily grasped the condom and jar of lube before placing them in Jolokia’s hand, covering his hand with his own. Jolokia turned to him and Alan kissed him.
He loved the warmth of Jolokia. He loved the scent, somewhat spicy and heady, of Jolokia.
Jolokia sat up, forcing Alan to sit up and release him. Jolokia made up for it by lightly brushing his fingertips over Alan’s skin, his nipples, his chest. Alan shivered and watched as Jolokia watched him. He wrapped his hands quite suddenly around Alan’s cock, pumping and stroking and twisting. Alan groaned and closed his eyes, his hips moving on their own accord.
He bit back a cry when Jolokia stopped way before he could reach his peak and watched as those clever fingers worked a condom over his length. Then Jolokia was kneeling with his legs over Alan’s. Alan reached between their bodies, fingers seeking, mouth tasting the chest before him. His fingers found Jolokia’s opening and he moaned when he found Jolokia still wet from the night before. His finger slipped in easily and Jolokia arched his back, a soft, long drawn out cry escaping his parted lips. Alan caught his nipple in his mouth, sucking hard and making Jolokia jerk in reaction.
He slipped in a second finger, twisting and spreading and scissoring. Jolokia moved with him, his hips moving, fucking himself on his fingers. Never had Alan seen something so erotic.
Jolokia’s black hair was brushing against Alan’s shoulders as he moved in a steady, slow rhythm. His eyes were thin slits, forever bright and shining in the day’s light. His skin was rosy with his inner heat, shiny with sweat. Alan couldn’t resist and licked the length of Jolokia’s neck.
Jolokia’s arms came around his neck, balancing himself as he moved. His hands caught Alan’s head and tilted his face up.
“Alan,” he panted and Alan shuddered. His name on those lips, with that breathy voice nearly sent him over the edge. He withdrew his fingers and grasped Jolokia’s slim hips, guiding him.
Jolokia grasped Alan’s cock and positioned him before lowing himself. His eyes slipped closed as Alan entered him, the head first, then the rest, one slow inch at a time. After forever, Jolokia was seating on Alan’s full length, his head tossed back, chest heaving as he fought to adjust to the thickness. Alan’s hands gripped his hips, his mouth working on Jolokia’s chest, following the trail of a bead of sweat.
Jolokia’s thighs moved as he rose, then lowered himself on Alan’s cock, each repetition going marginally faster. Alan thrust up into Jolokia’s downward movement, drawing a keening sound from the magician. Alan grinned, knowing he found Jolokia’s weakness. Jolokia quivered in his arms, his inner muscles tightening around Alan. With every thrust, he aimed for that spot, then wrapped his hand around Jolokia’s cock, pumping and thumbing the slit in the head, turning Jolokia into putty in his arms.
With a cry, Jolokia came, shuddering and panting.
Alan tipped them over. He leaned over Jolokia, taking in the beautiful sight of the man laying spent, his hair pooled around his head like a dark halo. Alan never stopped moving his hips, thrusting into him, seeking his release.
He hooked his elbow under one knee, spreading Jolokia more. He braced his hands on either side of Jolokia’s hips and let lose, thrusting with wild abandon. Jolokia never opened his eyes, but reached for Alan, wrapping his arm around his neck, and his other leg around his hip, drawing Alan’s thrusts deeper, always deeper.
With a shudder, Alan came. He thrust until he was spent, then pressed his open mouth to Jolokia’s parted lips. They merely brushed their lips together, too exhausted to do more.
With an effort, Alan pulled out and away from Jolokia’s pleasing body, and onto the bed next to him. Alan laid on his side, one hand resting heavily on Jolokia’s heaving stomach.
When his breathing evened out, Alan opened his eye and drank in the sight of his bed partner. Jolokia hadn’t moved yet, his eyes still closed, his lips still parted. His legs still spread as they had fallen when Alan moved away.
Slowly, Alan moved his hand downward until he was fondling the now limp flesh between his legs. Jolokia gasped, a twitch going through his body. Finally his eyes opened and the turned his head to look at Alan.
Alan smiled, a big, stupid smile, he was sure.
“That probably shouldn’t have happened either,” Jolokia said in his breathy voice, a small smile playing around the corner of his lips.
Alan chuckled and moved closer so he could draw Jolokia into his arms. “No, it porbably shouldn’t have.”
Jolokia settled into his embrace easily and Alan felt something warm and fluttery settle in his chest. He entwined their fingers and drew Jolokia’s hand up to his lips. He pressed a kiss to the knuckles.
Jolokia was already asleep, steadily breathing small puffs of air over Alan’s chest.
Magicians were off limits, Alan had always maintained, but maybe he’ll make an acceptation for Jolokia.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Achilles’ Elbow
Warnings: yaoi sex, pwp
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Alan had always maintained that magicians were off limits. Maybe he’ll make an acceptation for Jolokia.
Alan groaned when he was woken by a loud bang from downstairs. He rubbed a hand over his eyes before opening them. His head was pounding as if he had a herd of monsters galloping through the empty spaces. He sighed and settled back into his pillow.
Today was his day off and he was quite happy to remain in bed until late in the morning. The sun peeked through the open curtain, stabbing at his eyes. He frowned and moved to pull the quilt over his head, but the quilt wouldn’t budge.
His eyes popped open, and his heart gave a pause as he realized that he didn’t remember much from the night before.
Just who did he invite to his bed? Or, the inn’s bed, as it was.
There were dozens of people in the inn last night, many of which he had known for years, and many that were new faces. He took a calming, bracing breath, and turned over to find out just who he had spent the night with.
Whoever it was, was bundled up in the quilt up to their nose. Their face was turned away from Alan, leaving only a mass of black hair visible.
Alan sat up and let the quilt pool in his lap as he leaned over the body next to him. As the bed moved with him, the body jerked in its sleep before stretching out, long legs extending toward the end of the bed, but not quite reaching the edge.
The quilt slipped, then the body turned, seeking the warmth. Alan fought back a gasp as he recognized his partner.
He ran a hand through his blonde hair as he looked around the room, finally noticing the clothes spilled on the floor for what they were.
Magician. He slept with a magician. He had promised himself that he would never get involved with a magician.
He turned back to the sleeping magician and let his eyes roam over the magician’s sleeping face.
His name was Jolokia, and had come and gone through Alan’s small outpost many times through the past five years. They had done business upon occasion, even. The young man was somewhere around his late twenties, if not older. It was always hard to tell the age of a magician by looks alone. Alan only knew this vague number because he had overheard Jolokia mention his age, years ago. He looked like a boy still.
Alan leaned back against the headrest and wondered what had come over him the night before?
He had always been careful about choosing his partners. Usually he slept with someone he knew well enough that would accept the night for what it was, to their mutual benefit, then move on. Never a magician. Never someone so young.
Jolokia breathed a sigh, then his eyes opened slowly, blinking twice before he propped himself up on his elbows. Alan couldn’t help but notice how blue his eye were. They reflected the early morning light, making them look glassy and ethereal. He licked his lips, then made a face at the taste of his morning breath. He looked off the side of the bed, at his clothes, before seemingly remembering Alan’s presence.
He turned to look at the older man, but didn’t speak.
Alan froze. What could he say? What was Jolokia expecting from him?
Jolokia broke the moment by suddenly yawning loudly. He covered his mouth with his hand and sat up. Alan couldn’t help but admire the thin, slim back presented to him as the quilt dropped away from his body. He felt a stirring in his groin and grew irritated with himself.
“Jolokia,” he started, but the magician gave a start.
“What time is it?”
Alan blinked, startled, then looked for the clock. “It’s half past nine.”
Jolokia was suddenly a flurry of movement as he jumped from the bed and began throwing his magician robes on. His hair was a tangled mess hanging over one shoulder while he tied his sash over his hips. His shoes were walking their way to his feet as Alan watched.
When Jolokia stood to slip his feet into his shoes, Alan finally stood. Despite his hesitance in getting involved, he found himself annoyed at how Jolokia was acting. Indifferent.
“Jolokia,” he started again. The magician looked at him, his eyes still bright in the light, his features delicate and fine. Alan wished he could remember more of the night before. Jolokia hooked a finger in the heel of his shoe, tugging it into place as he looked up at Alan. He reached out and cupped Jolokia’s face in one palm, his thumb brushing over his fuller bottom lip.
“Last night-”
“Probably shouldn’t have happened,” Jolokia interrupted. He licked his lips, his tongue lightly touching Alan’s thumb in the process. Alan dropped his hand, nodding his head.
“Yes,” he said, careful to keep control of his voice. “Quite. I’m glad we agree on this.”
Jolokia nodded, blinking his eyes rapidly. He shifted on his feet awkwardly and looked everywhere but at Alan, who was standing before him in his bare skin.
Alan watched Jolokia, noticing how his hair was still a mess, how a flush was staining his cheeks, how his chest moved with his every breath.
Jolokia closed his eyes and breathed carefully for a moment before he opened his eyes and finally recaptured Alan’s eyes. He bowed his head minutely.
“Thank you for last night, sir,” he said, then turned on his heel, heading toward the door.
Alan’s eyes widened and he was moving before he realized he wanted to. He caught Jolokia’s arm right above his elbow and the magician froze as if he had an Achilles’ Elbow. Neither of them moved a moment, before Alan pulled Jolokia away from the door and closer toward his body.
Jolokia was far shorter than Alan, coming only up to his shoulder, but Alan found he liked that quite a lot. He pulled Jolokia’s back up against his chest, his free arm settling around his waist. Jolokia looked up at him over his shoulder, and Alan greedily took his mouth in a searing kiss.
He felt a shudder go through Jolokia’s thin frame before he was returning the kiss, just as greedily. This was their first kiss, Alan decided as he pressed his tongue into Jolokia’s open mouth. Jolokia eagerly sucked on his tongue before chasing his tongue back into his own mouth, his teeth gently biting down on his lip.
Alan pulled away, out of the kiss, but never releasing Jolokia. His hands easily framed Jolokia’s ribs as he guided them back to the bed.
Jolokia’s eyes here half lidded and he fell onto the bed with a small nudge, his knees falling open as Alan moved between them. His lips were parted slightly and very tempting, so Alan returned to them, drinking in Jolokia’s unique flavor. He pressed Jolokia’s body into the soft mattress, touching from chest to hip. His hands sought out the sash around Jolokia’s waist that he had only just tied into place moments ago.
Jolokia’s hands were in his hair, holding their faces close as one leg crept up over his hip, thrusting their groins together. Alan groaned low into Jolokia’s mouth before breaking the kiss. He pressed his open mouth to the skin of Jolokia’s neck that wasn’t covered by his robes. When he met the collar of the robes, he growled and quickly tugged the sash off, then parted the robe.
Instantly, he moved down, capturing one firm nipple in his mouth. Jolokia arched under him, gasping. His fingers carded through his hair, never gripping, but holding. Alan rocked his hips against Jolokia’s, frustrated at the feel of the thick cloth of his trousers against his flesh. He wanted Jolokia’s skin. All of it.
He pulled away again, unhooking Jolokia’s knee from around his legs and masterfully divesting him of the last of his clothes. Alan took a moment to admire the body open to him. Jolokia, like all mages, stopped aging as a normal human when he acquired his magic. He looked maybe fifteen years old, which meant, to Alan, that he must have started using magic at a very young age.
He ran a hand down his hip, and Jolokia arched into the touch, making a sweet noise at the caress. Alan slowly drew the hand over his hip, down his thigh and finally to the flesh begging for his attention. That noise returned as he grasped Jolokia’s cock in his hand and Alan smiled. He liked those weak, begging noises. They sent shivers down his spine and heat to his groin. He gave a few firm pumps before withdrawing his hand and leaning forward, pressing open mouthed, wet kisses up Jolokia’s belly, chest, neck, then catching one of those cute whines in a kiss.
Jolokia sank into the kiss, his legs parting eagerly to welcome Alan’s body closer. They both groaned when Alan pressed close, rocking their hips together. Alan didn’t want to break the kiss; he wanted to forever bask in Jolokia’s heat. Jolokia had other thoughts, as he turned his head away with a gasp. Alan turned his attention to Jolokia’s ear, sucking on the lobe before moving down to the sensitive skin behind.
Jolokia was reaching for something, and Alan finally pulled his weight off Jolokia to see him reaching for the materials on the side bed. Alan distantly congratulated himself for having such forethought for such tools the night before.
Alan’s arms were longer and he easily grasped the condom and jar of lube before placing them in Jolokia’s hand, covering his hand with his own. Jolokia turned to him and Alan kissed him.
He loved the warmth of Jolokia. He loved the scent, somewhat spicy and heady, of Jolokia.
Jolokia sat up, forcing Alan to sit up and release him. Jolokia made up for it by lightly brushing his fingertips over Alan’s skin, his nipples, his chest. Alan shivered and watched as Jolokia watched him. He wrapped his hands quite suddenly around Alan’s cock, pumping and stroking and twisting. Alan groaned and closed his eyes, his hips moving on their own accord.
He bit back a cry when Jolokia stopped way before he could reach his peak and watched as those clever fingers worked a condom over his length. Then Jolokia was kneeling with his legs over Alan’s. Alan reached between their bodies, fingers seeking, mouth tasting the chest before him. His fingers found Jolokia’s opening and he moaned when he found Jolokia still wet from the night before. His finger slipped in easily and Jolokia arched his back, a soft, long drawn out cry escaping his parted lips. Alan caught his nipple in his mouth, sucking hard and making Jolokia jerk in reaction.
He slipped in a second finger, twisting and spreading and scissoring. Jolokia moved with him, his hips moving, fucking himself on his fingers. Never had Alan seen something so erotic.
Jolokia’s black hair was brushing against Alan’s shoulders as he moved in a steady, slow rhythm. His eyes were thin slits, forever bright and shining in the day’s light. His skin was rosy with his inner heat, shiny with sweat. Alan couldn’t resist and licked the length of Jolokia’s neck.
Jolokia’s arms came around his neck, balancing himself as he moved. His hands caught Alan’s head and tilted his face up.
“Alan,” he panted and Alan shuddered. His name on those lips, with that breathy voice nearly sent him over the edge. He withdrew his fingers and grasped Jolokia’s slim hips, guiding him.
Jolokia grasped Alan’s cock and positioned him before lowing himself. His eyes slipped closed as Alan entered him, the head first, then the rest, one slow inch at a time. After forever, Jolokia was seating on Alan’s full length, his head tossed back, chest heaving as he fought to adjust to the thickness. Alan’s hands gripped his hips, his mouth working on Jolokia’s chest, following the trail of a bead of sweat.
Jolokia’s thighs moved as he rose, then lowered himself on Alan’s cock, each repetition going marginally faster. Alan thrust up into Jolokia’s downward movement, drawing a keening sound from the magician. Alan grinned, knowing he found Jolokia’s weakness. Jolokia quivered in his arms, his inner muscles tightening around Alan. With every thrust, he aimed for that spot, then wrapped his hand around Jolokia’s cock, pumping and thumbing the slit in the head, turning Jolokia into putty in his arms.
With a cry, Jolokia came, shuddering and panting.
Alan tipped them over. He leaned over Jolokia, taking in the beautiful sight of the man laying spent, his hair pooled around his head like a dark halo. Alan never stopped moving his hips, thrusting into him, seeking his release.
He hooked his elbow under one knee, spreading Jolokia more. He braced his hands on either side of Jolokia’s hips and let lose, thrusting with wild abandon. Jolokia never opened his eyes, but reached for Alan, wrapping his arm around his neck, and his other leg around his hip, drawing Alan’s thrusts deeper, always deeper.
With a shudder, Alan came. He thrust until he was spent, then pressed his open mouth to Jolokia’s parted lips. They merely brushed their lips together, too exhausted to do more.
With an effort, Alan pulled out and away from Jolokia’s pleasing body, and onto the bed next to him. Alan laid on his side, one hand resting heavily on Jolokia’s heaving stomach.
When his breathing evened out, Alan opened his eye and drank in the sight of his bed partner. Jolokia hadn’t moved yet, his eyes still closed, his lips still parted. His legs still spread as they had fallen when Alan moved away.
Slowly, Alan moved his hand downward until he was fondling the now limp flesh between his legs. Jolokia gasped, a twitch going through his body. Finally his eyes opened and the turned his head to look at Alan.
Alan smiled, a big, stupid smile, he was sure.
“That probably shouldn’t have happened either,” Jolokia said in his breathy voice, a small smile playing around the corner of his lips.
Alan chuckled and moved closer so he could draw Jolokia into his arms. “No, it porbably shouldn’t have.”
Jolokia settled into his embrace easily and Alan felt something warm and fluttery settle in his chest. He entwined their fingers and drew Jolokia’s hand up to his lips. He pressed a kiss to the knuckles.
Jolokia was already asleep, steadily breathing small puffs of air over Alan’s chest.
Magicians were off limits, Alan had always maintained, but maybe he’ll make an acceptation for Jolokia.
no subject
Date: 2011-04-12 10:06 pm (UTC)