Give You What You Like
Please wrap your drunken arms around me
And I'll let you call me yours tonight
Malekith is intoxicated with Elven wine when he comes to Algrim. Algrim can tell from the way he stumbles through the door of Algrim's chambers, the way the bottle sloshes with liquid with every clumsy movement Malekith makes.
Algrim shakes his head, but allows Malekith to approach him anyways. Malekith does not speak, only brings his lips to meet Algrim's.
Algrim is no fool to what Malekith wants. Perhaps Algrim will even admit he wants it too.
'Cause slightly broken's just what I need
And if you give me what I want
Then I'll give you what you like
Malekith offers the bottle of wine to Algrim, and Algrim takes it and gulps down the remaining liquid inside. It burns his throat as it travels down his esophagus, but he doesn't mind.
Malekith kisses him again, and Algrim returns the gesture until his vision starts to go fuzzy from the alcohol. That was strong wine, he notes.
Algrim hears a smash, and realizes he's dropped the empty bottle. The mess will have to wait until the morning though, as Malekith is leading him to the bed at the other end of the room.
Please tell me I'm your one and only
Or lie and say at least tonight
I've got a brand new cure for lonely
And if you give me what I want
Then I'll give you what you like
The back of Algrim's knees hit the bed, and he lets himself fall on the covers, bringing Malekith down with him. Algrim allows the other elf to undress them both, amazingly with steady fingers through the intoxication.
Algrim's mind is hazy, but he is well aware of Algrim leading him to the headboard of the bed, and more aware of the fingers moving in him.
When you turn off the lights
I get stars in my eyes
Is this love?
Maybe someday.
So don't turn on the lights
I'll give you what you like
Malekith hits that spot inside of Algrim, and Algrim hears himself moaning and begging for Malekith.
His pleads are heard by the other elf, and soon the fingers are replaced with something much bigger.
Algrim grips Malekith's braid and pulls him in for a kiss. It is sloppy, but it will do.
With each thrust, stars come to Algrim's eyes. It is not long before he finishes, and Malekith soon follows.
I've got this scene in my head
I'm not sure how it ends
Is it love?
Maybe one day
They lay panting in each other's arms, but still, neither of them speak. They don't need to. Algrim looks into Malekith's eyes, and their lips brush.
Algrim wishes this would never end, but they fall asleep anyways.
And when he wakes up, Algrim is alone. This does not surprise him, but it always disappoints him. He wishes for once to wake up to Malekith's arms around him, wishes to wake up to the smell of the other elf, wishes just for Malekith to stay.
So don't turn on the lights
I'll give you what you like
