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Eli Sunday loped down the ornate halls of Daniel Plainview’s house. It was more of a modern day palace than a home. Eli was impressed by how blessed Daniel was these days, although he suspected the good Lord didn’t have much to do with his wealth. Daniel’s money had not come to him from tithings the way Eli’s did.
Descending a spiral staircase, the older gentleman who had been escorting him called out for Daniel. No response came. As if this was to be expected, he gave Eli a curt nod and ascended the staircase, leaving him alone. Not entirely alone, however, as the lump laying in the middle of the room appeared to be a person. Perhaps even what was left of Daniel Plainview.
Eli stooped down beside the tweed-clad figure, inspecting. It reeked of whiskey, and perhaps bourbon. Both of which sounded nice right now. Moreover, it was most definitely the husk of Daniel.
“Daniel.”
No response.
“Daniel Plainview.”
No response.
“DANIEL PLAINVIEW, THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE!” Eli screamed without a second’s hesitation.
The lump stirred, seemingly unbothered by the alleged fire. Daniel hadn’t changed too much, then. As Daniel rose, bending his figure back into the shape of a person, Eli strode away.
“Your home... is a miracle,” Eli remarked in a polite tone. “It’s beautiful! God bless it.”
Daniel gave him that familiar old glare, stooped over in hungover exhaustion. He didn’t want to see anyone, much less Eli.
“I’ve been spreading His word far and wide!” Eli chimed, pride swelling in his chest. “Far and wide... So much travel for Him,” Eli navigated his way to the bar, whilst Daniel took a swig of something strong from a flask. “I’ve been working in radio! There’s so much... So much has been happening. To be here and find you--well, it’s wonderful. And we have a chance to catch up.” he spoke in that soft, strangely pleasant voice as he poured himself a drink. The old Eli would never have partook in alcohol, but that was before.
Eli had learned a lot about himself since meeting Daniel.
Daniel grunted, or perhaps groaned in agitation, as he stumbled down the lanes of his personal bowling alley. Deep down, Eli found Daniel’s house to be writhe with sin. All that money for one man to spend on himself, well... It left a bad taste in Eli’s mouth. Regardless, Eli presented Daniel with a drink.
“No, thank you so much,” Daniel responded politely, raising his hand. He didn’t want anything offered from Eli. Instead, he pulled out a bottle of something clear and strong, beginning to chug as if it were the blood that ran through his veins.
Eli sat down on a nearby bench, watching in silent dismay. “Ah, my brother . Daniel, my brother by marriage. We’re such old friends. So much time...” he watched as Daniel’s visible agitation grew. It was clear from his expression that H.W.’s marriage into the Sunday family still stung. Still, Eli continued, never good at picking up on social cues. “Things go up. Things go down. But, at least the Lord is always around...” he looked down at his lap for a brief moment, before raising his ovular face to stare into Daniel’s. “We’ve seen ups and downs, haven’t we?”
Daniel scoffed. “Are things down for you right now, Eli?”
Eli pulled away from his drink, clearing away the burn in his throat. “No, no, no... But I do come with some sad news,” he bore a sorrowful expression. “Perhaps, you remember Mr. Bandy? Mr. Bandy has passed on to the Lord. He lived to be ninety-nine years old, God bless him,” he did not notice the way Daniel’s annoyance grew at mention of the good Lord. “Mr. Bandy has a grandson. Have you met his grandson, William?”
No response, other than aggravated chewing as Daniel ate something he’d conjured up.
“William Bandy is one of the finest members we have at The Church of the Third Revelation. He’s eager to come to Hollywood to be in movies!” Eli looked down at his lap once more, feeling a warm tug in his gut. Feeling sin pool into his groin. “He... is very good looking...” there was a long pause in which Eli steadied himself. He prayed that his sinful mind couldn’t be heard. “...and I do think he will have success.”
Daniel blinked in response, wondering where this was going. “That’s wonderful,” he gave the politest response he could manage as he bit into his food once more.
Eli paused. “Would you like me to speak with him?”
There was a long moment of silence in which Daniel purposefully ignored him, focusing on his food.
“Daniel,” Eli pushed. “I’m asking if you’d like to have business with the Church of the Third Revelation in developing this lease on young Bandy’s thousand acre tract. I’m offering you to drill on one of the great undeveloped fields of Little Boston!”
Finally, Daniel gave him some more attention. “I’d be happy to work with you.”
“Yes! Yes, of course, that’s wonderful--”
“But there is one condition for this work,” Daniel chewed.
“Alright?” Eli leaned forward, eager.
Daniel paid him no mind, eyes inspecting the food in his hand. “I’d like you to have sex with me.”
There was a long, heavy silence. Eli’s heart seemed to stop entirely, then began to race. The pressure he’d often felt around Daniel all those years ago began to build again. “But that’s a sin,” he attempted to keep his cool demeanor. His glass was shaking in his hand, however. “That’s a sin, I cannot do it,” he took a weak sip from his glass, attempting to distract himself from the wretched excitement pooling in him. “When can we begin to drill?” his voice shook now.
Daniel smirked, far better at picking up on small cues than Eli was. He could read Eli the way Eli read his precious book. “Very soon.”
“How long will it take to bring in the well?”
“Shouldn’t take long.”
Eli swallowed. “I would like a one hundred thousand dollar signing bonus, plus the five that is owed to me with interest.”
Daniel shrugged. “That’s only fair.”
Eli’s trembles were visible by now. He hadn’t directly confirmed nor denied that he’d do anything sexual with Daniel, and yet... It felt as if he were agreeing.
“Well, I hope you’ll forgive me for plain speaking. After all, I am only an oilman,” Daniel sneered. “But I’d rather like to get on with it. Might I escort you to my bedroom?”
Eli felt as if he was going to be sick. Was he really about to go through with this just for money? No, not just for money. His heart qualmed a little. This was for his church; for the Lord. Yet it was for something else too, that he didn’t want to admit to himself.
You want him sexually. You’ve wanted him for a long time, Eli.
The voice that spoke to him wasn’t the Lord’s, but his own. This reality was far more terrifying.
Entering Daniel’s bedroom, he was thrown into a lavish atmosphere filled with red drapes and billowing bedsheets. Clearly, money made for a good night’s sleep.
Perhaps money will make for good sex.
Eli promptly pushed the intrusive thoughts away once more. What did he know about good sex, anyway? He’d only ever slept with one other person, after all. He felt that their times together had been adequate enough, although he had nothing to compare them to. Surely he could fake experience the way he had with them. Although, he had been in charge back then. With Daniel he had the terrifying feeling that he wasn’t going to be the one in charge.
Daniel kicked his boots off, then sat on the edge of his bed. The rich mattress sank beneath him, as he undid his belt with a jangle. Tossing his belt to the ground, he wrestled his trousers off, then finally, his underwear. Eli watched in dismay as Daniel’s body was revealed. He was an incredibly attractive site to behold. While Eli had never seen him naked, he had long imagined what he might look like. He looked almost exactly as he’d imagined. A fair amount of muscle, dark bodily hairy, and some scars across his chest and arms. Eli gulped audibly, suddenly feeling daunted.
Daniel lay in the center of his bed spread-eagle, arms behind his head. “What are you waiting on, hm?”
Eli sputtered. “Wh-what do you want me to do?”
Daniel scoffed, as if it were obvious. “Take your clothes off, for starters.”
Eli complied, hands shaking as he began to unclothe himself. It took him longer than it did Daniel, his nerves somehow causing him more uncoordination than Daniel’s drinking habits. He turned around out of habit to hide his body as he removed the last of his garments, folding them each into a neat pile and setting them on the floor.
Turning around, he heard Daniel scoff.
“That’s how big you are hard? Glad I’m not bottoming,” he teased, a malicious tone to his voice.
Eli felt another wave of embarrassment hit him. “Don’t bully me, Daniel.”
“Get into bed,” Daniel snapped, and Eli complied. Once Eli was close to him, he grabbed him by the hair and leaned him downward. Shoving his face into his cock, he growled. “Open up, choir boy.”
Eli’s eyes began to well with tears as he tentatively opened his mouth and felt Daniel’s large cock enter. It slid across his tongue and deep into his throat, the way he’d often felt the holy spirit do the same. It was, for both of them, a religious experience. Eli began to suck, moving his head back and forth. He’d done this for his previous partner, although they hadn’t been quite as big. As Daniel’s cock breached the back of his throat, he gagged and attempted to pull away, only to be held in place by Daniel’s fingers digging into his hair.
Daniel guffawed. “Tell me, Eli... Have you ever had sex? A holy man such as yourself is surely still a virgin...” he yanked Eli’s head away, allowing him to gasp for breath.
Eli choked for air. “William Bandy,” was all he could get out.
“The Bandy boy!” Daniel laughed loudly. “I should have known!”
Eli whimpered from around Daniel’s cock as his head was forcefully shoved back down.
After several moments of choking and salivating around his thick cock, he was pulled away by the hair. Heaving and gasping, he collapsed on top of Daniel in a trembling mess. Drool escaped his mouth and onto Daniel’s stomach, as Daniel stroked his hair now.
“Could have been worse,” Daniel sighed. “Now lay down on your back.”
Eli did as instructed, waiting for Daniel to move before laying down on his back, shoulders sinking down into the luxurious pillows on Daniel’s bed. He had to admit, sex with Daniel was much more comfortable than it had been on William’s tiny cot. What worried him was Daniel grabbing a bottle of something slick, and drizzling it onto his fingers. His heart began to race.
“What’s that, Daniel?”
Daniel looked at him as if he were stupid. “Lubricant.”
Eli’s heart was in his throat by now, which was already sore. “Why would we need that?”
Daniel gave him a coy smirk. “So I don’t wreck your tight asshole, sweetheart. I’m assuming you’ve never done this before?”
He was right. With William, they’d only ever used their mouths or hands. The idea of something else wasn’t unheard of, but neither of them had any idea how to go about it. It seemed that Daniel knew, however, and intended to teach him. Eli attempted to squeeze his legs shut, shivering at the thought of something going inside , only for Daniel to pry his legs apart.
“It’ll be over soon, Eli,” Daniel gave a gruff chuckle beneath his breath, before driving a slick finger into Eli.
Eli yelped at the cold, unfamiliar sensation, back arching. He clenched, gripping at the sheets as his toes curled. It wasn’t a bad feeling, but it was strange and new. “I-it doesn’t have to be over soon, I just don’t want it to hurt.”
Daniel raised a brow, surprised by Eli’s newfound eagerness. “It won’t hurt if we do things right. Now relax,” he drove a second finger into him, causing Eli to gasp and buck his hips towards the ceiling. No pleasure was found in the motion, and yet, he was hard.
“Have you ever had... had someone inside of you before, Daniel?” Eli twitched and gasped.
Daniel barked out a laugh. “Absolutely not. No, I’ve always been the top dog , if you will. You’re just the underdog, like you have been your entire life...” he watched as Eli responded to this by bucking his hips and whining. “Oh, so you like that, hm? Humiliation? I’ve always had an inkling...” removing his fingers from Eli, he lubed his cock up, positioning himself over Eli. “You put on this grandiose show, acting like you’re the one in charge. But the moment you’re put in your place, you’re just a groveling mutt in the mud.”
Eli cried out as Daniel’s cock was suddenly forced inside of him. It hurt, but he prayed that it would feel good in time. Why else would people do it, after all?
“A mutt in the mud,” Daniel repeated, enjoying the way it rolled off his tongue. He bucked repeatedly into Eli, grunting. His hands sank deep into the pillows on either side of Eli’s head.
Eli felt Daniel’s hot, whiskey-laden breath hit his face as he panted. To his surprise, this turned him on even more. Soon he was reaching downwards, attempting to touch himself, desperate for some sort of pleasure. Only for Daniel to swipe his hand away as he continued to buck into him harshly. Eli whimpered in response, yearning for some sort of stimulation. Suddenly Daniel pushed into him once more, and tingles of pleasure spread throughout him. He squeezed his legs around Daniel’s sides, gasping. “O-oh my goodness!”
“That’s the spot,” Daniel breathed in his ear, hot and heavy. He steadied himself, aiming more towards the spot that had gotten him a reaction, before railing back into him. He pushed into him over and over, pride thrilling through him as Eli cried out and whimpered.
In an effort to hide how much noise he was making, Eli turned his head and bit into a pillow, letting loose a muffled, yet exasperated moan. Daniel was feeling up his body now, and every little touch was turning him into a trembling, horny mess. The pressure inside him was becoming unbearable, his tip already messy. “I’m almost finished, Daniel!”
Daniel suddenly stopped, denying him of pleasure. “Say that you are a false prophet and that God is a superstition.”
Eli balked. “Wh-what?”
Daniel met his gaze with a lustful one. “Say that you are a false prophet and that God is a superstition. Go on.”
Eli sputtered. “But that is a lie, I cannot say it!”
“Then you can’t come,” Daniel gave a cruel smirk.
Eli paused for a long while, eyes welling with tears. He couldn’t handle this kind of torture. In a small, meek voice, he spoke. “I am a false prophet and God is a superstition. If that’s what you believe, then I will say it,” he added in a quick mutter.
“Say it like you mean it,” Daniel spat.
“Daniel,” Eli whispered, tears rolling down his cheeks.
“Say it like it’s your sermon,” Daniel spoke with firmness.
Eli gulped, readying himself. He couldn’t help but give a thin-lipped smile.
“Don’t smile,” Daniel corrected him, eyes narrowed. Sweat dripped from his forehead to Eli’s. He clearly needed stimulation as well.
“I am a false prophet and God is a superstition,” Eli spoke with false gusto, hoping this would be enough.
“Louder, with more feeling!”
Eli shrank back into the pillows, hand reaching up to tenderly touch the crucifix he still wore. “I am a false prophet and God is a superstition!”
Daniel began to swivel his hips once more, building momentum. “Just imagine that your church is watching you commit such sins, Eli! Imagine there’s a full congregation at our bedside!”
Eli sniffled. “I--I am a false prophet and God is a superstition!”
“They can’t hear you at the back!” Daniel teased.
Eli cried out, body wracked with the effort as his voice shrilled out. “I AM A FALSE PROPHET AND GOD IS A SUPERSTITION! I AM A FALSE PROPHET AND GOD IS A SUPERSTITION! I AM A FALSE PROPHET AND GOD IS A SUPERSTITION!”
It was over just as soon as it had begun. Eli finished with a muffled scream, back arching and heels digging into the covers. His fingernails clawed down Daniel’s back, and he drooled into the pillow as he moaned. Finally, eyes listless, he felt Daniel pull away. Something warm seeped out of him.
Daniel sat at the edge of the bed, catching his breath. Before finally getting to a stand and tugging his clothes back on.
Eli’s face was red with exertion and shame as he heaved for breath, watching Daniel dress himself.
Daniel smoothed the wrinkles out of his shirt. “Those areas have been drilled.”
Eli’s heart fell into his stomach, where it shattered into a million pieces. “No,” he breathed in soft disbelief. “No, no...”
“Yes. It’s, ah, called drainage , Eli. I own everything around it, so of course, I get what’s underneath it,” he tugged his coat on, taking his time with the buttons.
Eli was frozen in disbelief. “But... There are no derricks there. This is the Bandy tract, do you understand?”
“Do you understand, Eli?” Daniel gave a harsh laugh. “That’s more to the point. Do you understand? I drink your water, I drink it up.”
Eli trembled as he watched Daniel make his way towards the door.
“Everyday, I drink the blood of lamb from Bandy’s tract,” he paused at the door, looking back at Eli briefly. “You can dress yourself.”
Eli watched in dismay as Daniel left the room. He was spent, and riddled with shock. It felt as if he had been betrayed in some way.
Despite it all, Eli felt an undeniable sick sense of fulfillment.