ships - daniel plainview/eli sunday
fandoms - there will be blood
warnings - violence, religious guilt/imagery, pwp, hate sex, degradation, hurt-no comfort, internalised homophobia, homophobia, first time, hatred, masochism sorta.
after their altercation in the mud-
daniel wants to see eli at the church—
it was only the first blow from daniel and it already was sending him to the ground, he grasped his face where the other man had hit him trying to scamper away from the other but with no avail.
daniel was already sending him another blow to the face and another and another till he was being dragged by the hair threw the dirt, he shrieked and wailed in pain and pleasure from the sensation of being dragged and thrown around like it was nothing... like he was nothing.
then daniel had him in the mud, he was atop eli holding his face down into the grim, eli so badly wanted to fight him away, to push daniel off himself, but didn't he let daniel do what he pleased, hating the fact that he loved this loved the feeling of daniel on top of him pushing him more and more into the dirt like he himself were going to be the person to send eli straight to hell, the worst part is that eli would let him let daniel damn him to the fiery pits he'd let himself burn for daniel.
eli let out a mewl at the thought.
"you're fucking pathetic boy"
daniel heaves as he rises from elis frame that lay motionless in the mud, only to kneel back down grappling at the front of elis dirt cover shirt staring into elis eyes as if he was peering into his soul his icy stare was full of a hatred that eli knew well, and something the man didn't recognise, or something he told himself that he didn't recognise.
"i'm going to bury you underground"
eli whimpered, knowing that if he opened his mouth that more pitiful sounds and noises than he already had made would come out. he wanted that.. longed for it even- he wanted to be dragged through the mud, beat, bruised, bloodied, buried and sent straight to hell all by daniels doing.
he whimpered again as he felt the strike of a palm on the side of his face the sting of it sending a jolt down his body and bringing him back to reality.
"pathetic." daniel said again now in a whisper, another hard slap to his face.
"the church later.." daniel breathed out. it wasn't a question, it was a demand, he wasn't asking him to be there, he was telling him that he has to be, eli didn't say anything, didn't know if he even could he just nodded his head frantically surly caking more mud into his already dirt-filled hair, that's all he needed 'the church later.' and he knew what daniel meant knew what he wanted.. eli wanted it too, desperately, needly, like an animal in heat, he needed it.
with that daniel rises above him and stands there a minute standing above a pitiful eli laying still unmoving there caked in mud and surly blood, knowing bruises will cover his body, then he leaves him, eli stays there on the ground his fingers digging into the dirt, he breathes panting and heavy as he feels the growing ache in his stomach and his lower half, how sinful.. shameful how daniel was right how pathetic he was letting himself get turned on by this by another man in general, how could he? and how dare he go back willingly to daniel for more, how dare he desperately wants it more than anything he's wanted before... damned to hell he be.
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𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒; 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬
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