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Dawn of Desire

Chapter 8: What You Don’t Know Can Hurt You

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Donner was having a difficult time trying to process everything that was happening. How could Ceil do the things he was doing? Sure, he gave him the power to get answers when questioned, but he never gave Ceil the mind reading powers or the ability to vanish into thin air! The storm coyote was so rattled he just went home, looking over his shoulder the whole way, expecting to see a shadow, maybe a flash of gold, but he didn’t see anything. What made him think he would see Ceil at all? Would the lion be able to conceal himself and keep himself hidden? Would he ever see him coming?

Donner entered his apartment and slammed the door, locking it and pacing into his room, his mind racing as he bit his thumb claw. He was doing anything he could to prevent a panic attack; from counting things in the room to stay grounded to taking deep breaths, but he was counting too fast and breathing too quickly. Maybe he should have a paper bag.

A crinkling sound greeted Donner. He pulled his hand up, in it was a bag perfect for breathing into, already puffed out and ready for use. He thought for a moment about using it, and ended up throwing it in the trash. At least he knew he still had the power to manifest things. Could he still bend reality? He looked at his futon and closed his eyes, imagining it being clean and made. He opened his eyes and sure enough the bed had made itself. The blankets looked freshly laundered too. Okay, he still had that one too, but how was Ceil getting these powers from him? What was that nonsense he was going on about? What did he call it? Being his prophet?

Donner cursed the fact he didn’t have the power to answer questions for himself, though he didn’t really think there was any way that he would have had that once Ceil got involved. Did he ask the power how to obtain the rest of the powers? Was there some sort of secret he was exploiting? Donner pondered that idea until another popped into his mind. One that he could call upon at any time. If he wanted, he could desire Ceil to come over and give him answers.

Donner froze. He felt like he was being watched. Like there were a duo of high-beams trained on his neck, waiting to pounce.

“No,” Donner huffed, shaking his head and dismissing the thought. He didn’t think Ceil was dangerous, but who knew if he was going to take more powers. He needed to figure this out before he allowed himself to see Ceil again.

“Fuck,” Donner sat down on his futon, his claws running through his hair as he tried to keep himself from spiraling.

“Dude? You okay?”

Donner jumped and looked over at Cody who was sitting at the card table in their kitchen. He had sat on it backwards and had his shaker in one hand and his phone in the other. He was wearing nothing but his boxers, his feet spread wide on the floor. Had he seen any of those powers being used?

“Shit! How long have you been there?”

“I greeted you when you came in. You didn’t notice me?” Cody took a swig from his post workout shake. “Ceil bother you at the gym after I left?”

“No,” Donner shook his head, relived he didn’t notice any of the powers he displayed. Cody was kind of blind when he was on his phone. “I mean, yes and no. I wanted to talk to him and maybe air some grievances. One thing led to another and…well…”

“Dude, did you seriously have sex with that nutjob?” Cody cocked a brow.

“I really don’t need to be judged right now,” Donner threw his hands up.

“Dude, you need to distance yourself from Ceil,” Cody shook his head. “And I mean it.”

“No, I’m with you there,” Donner took a deep breath and sighed. “I don’t know. He showed up to talk and then we were humping in the showers, and he was so sweet and yet…not sweet? I don’t know how to describe it.”

“Don’t need the play-by-play my guy,” Cody shrugged. “How about this? I kind of follow you around campus and I’ll ask some of my rugby guys if they’d be willing to help out too. That way you don’t have to be alone.”

“I appreciate it Cody, but I don’t think it’ll be necessary.”

“If it makes you feel safe, then I think it’s necessary.” Cody snorted out a duo of streams from his nostrils. “This little golden boy is starting to get on my nerves. No one fucks with my friends and gets away with it.”

“Calm down Cody,” Donner waived off the buffalo’s concerns. “I consented to everything that happened. He made sure I did. I just…it’s not the actual sex that has me on edge.”

“What do you mean?” Cody cocked a brow, the big guy leaning forward, his chest pressed against the back of the chair. Donner paused, his eyes going wide as he put his foot in his mouth. “Donner what happened?”

“I…it’s complicated, but…he has something of mine and I don’t really know how to get it back.”

“What? Did he steal something from you?” Cody was trying to understand, but how could he?

“Just drop it Cody!” Donner snapped. “You wouldn’t understand. I need to handle this myself.”

“Well okay then,” Cody lifted his hands up, his shake and his phone still in his palms. “Just trying to help a friend out.”

“I’ll let you know when I need your help,” Donner said it a bit more harshly than he wanted.

“Whatever man, forget I offered or whatever. I’m going to bed,” Cody walked over to his room and closed the door. The sound of bed springs squeaking echoed into the living room as the big buffalo rolled onto his mattress.

Donner kicked himself for being so dismissive, but maybe it wasn’t so bad an idea to have someone by him. Ceil seemed only interested in reaching out when he was alone, but he didn’t know if that was by design or not.

There were too many questions and not enough answers, though, who could he turn to? Rapture was god-knows where, and it’s not like Cody could weigh in on things of cosmic proportions. The last time he asked him for dating advice he said the best way through a man is his stomach, usually head-butting it over and over again. To be fair though, that advice did work on a few people. Maybe he could tell Cody everything at some point, but he didn’t know enough. He didn’t want to bring him in until he knew more about all this.

For now, he’d just have to go to bed angry and answerless. They both would.

***

The next day went on without incident, but Donner was very careful with his thoughts, making sure to keep himself from sending out an accidental call to Ceil. It wasn’t as hard as he thought, he just needed to keep his horny thoughts to himself and just keep his spine wound up tight and stomach in knots and heart in a vice like grip and…

Okay, Donner was fully aware that what he was doing wasn’t sustainable, but he needed to keep himself under control until he could get a better understanding of the situation. He made his way to the archeology building and went to the only other person he knew that might be able to help him.

Donner sat outside Reihner’s office, his hands folded in his lap, tapping his foot paw on the ground to get rid of his nervous energy. He counted the taps to keep his mind distracted and from wandering. It was a longshot, and he might get expelled, or at least ruin his chances at the internship, but he needed to know more if there was anything at all to know.

Donner jumped as the door opened, another of his fellow archeology students leaving the office and leaving the door open. The coyote took a deep breath and stood up before dipping into the office.

“Uh, Professor Reihner?”

“Two in one day? When did I get so popular?” The tiger finished scribbling something down before looking up and adjusting his glasses. “Oh, it’s you.”

Donner felt a pang of fear at the way the tiger said that, but he couldn’t let a disapproving tone make him shrink away from what he needed.

“Yeah, it’s me, Donner,” the coyote chuckled and scratched the back of his head. “I…I um…”

“If it’s about the internship, you can save it. I haven’t made any decisions yet, and I didn’t tell you about it so you could pester me on my off hours about it either.”

“Your off hours?” Donner’s ears twitched. “But…these are your office hours? What are you talking about?”

“You mean…” the tiger lowered his glasses and looked deeper into Donner’s copper orbs. “Nothing, what can I help you with today Mister Torres?”

“Oh, um…sure,” Donner felt the sudden weight of the professor’s eyes on him and he took a quarter step back before shaking his head. “I need to ask you about one of the items in the registry. The one I helped you catalogue.”

“Yes?” Reihner raised a brow. Donner gulped, he didn’t like how accusatory the professor was. What happened? It’s like he was a different person from when he spoke to him last. Well…then again the tiger DILF was very blunt with how he actually talked. This was more normal.

“Sorry, it’s just…when I was handling one of the artefacts I…I just have some questions about the Mesopotamian portion of artefacts.”

“You mean the broken one?” Reihner pulled his glasses off.

“I…” Donner froze up, his fur standing on end. “Did…you know?”

“Donner, it was an ancient brick with a key found next to it,” Reihner gestured at him with his glasses as though they were an accusatory figure. “Not everything that’s old has value. Didn’t you pay attention in class the other day? The important thing is that the key was still intact.”

“That’s a…relief…” Donner pressed his fingers together. “Though, I had questions about that item and anything the university had related to it? Are there any other artefacts that were found alongside it?”

“So, let’s get this straight,” Reihner pulled a cloth from his desk and got to cleaning his glasses. “You did an amazing categorization of these artefacts yourself, and yet you don’t know if any of the rest of them were found with the one you broke. Also, it seems that you’re implying that you’d like access to the artefacts room while admitting you broke one of the pieces. Is that right?”

“I…um…yes…yes that is kind of what I’m asking.”

“Well,” Reihner put his glasses back on his dead-pan face. “That further builds upon my theory that the golden kid was involved. Did you get help from that lion in categorizing things?”

“Lion?” Donner’s heart skipped a beat. “You mean, Ceil was here?”

“So he did help you?” Reihner narrowed his eyes as though they could cut through any lie Donner dared to spin.

“No,” Donner put his hands up. “No, he’s just a…he didn’t help me. I swear to you he had nothing to do with it or my work that night.”

Reihner pursed his lips, his hand coming up to rub his stubbly chin in contemplation. “What was his name again?”

“Ceil, sir,” Donner’s ears folded back.

“Full name, boy,” Reihner got that tired look, the one when he had to deal with anything or anyone incompetent.

“Ceil Nasir,” Donner blushed, embarrassment burned and prickled over his skin.

“Ceil Nasir, huh…” the professor swiveled on his chair and typed him in and he found the lion boy pretty quick. “A physical therapist major? Yeah…and judging by his age, he wasn’t a previous student elsewhere. I know he wasn’t one of mine.” Reihner took his glasses off and tossed them on a stack of papers before rubbing his eyes. “Okay, I don’t think that brat had anything to do with your resounding success in the categorization. That clears that up.”

“Um…Professor, why did you bring him up?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Reihner cracked his neck and put his glasses back on before looking back at the coyote. “Was the only reason you came here to confess about breaking a useless brick?”

“No,” Donner shook his head. “I wanted to learn more, or anything there is that about any god in the Mesopotamian culture that would translate to desire.”

“God of desire?” Reihner cocked his brow. “That’s a bit too vague a concept. They had gods that embodied specific desires like love, wine, war, even sex, but desire itself isn’t something they worshiped. Wanting something is more the focus than the actual feeling of wanting.”

“Please Reihner,” Donner stepped forward. “Anything you know, anything at all?”

“I’m not sure what you’re looking for Mister Torres,” Reihner put his hands up. “Mesopotamia had dozens of cultures and Pantheons. You can’t expect me to remember them all.”

“Professor, please!” Donner paused, his own frustration getting the better of him, he took a deep breath. “Please, anything you might think of would be helpful.”

There was a brief moment before Reihner shrugged, “I don’t know what you’re looking for specifically, but the gods from those eras had myriads of powers. There were two main ones considered the kings of gods, though I’m not sure that’s what you’re looking for.”

“King of gods?” Donner’s ears twitched. That sounded like what Rapture made himself out to be in some sense. “What about that.”

“Well, the one that comes to mind would be Enki, or Ea as the Akkadians and Babylonians would refer to him as. He was the god of many things that men would desire.”

“What were they?” Donner asked. “What were the powers?”

“Well…” Reihner rubbed his chin. “Wisdom and intelligence for starters, and if you actually paid attention in class, you’d know there is a big difference between those two things. He was also the god of tricks and magic, fresh water, healing, creation, even fertility. It’s actually quite interesting…”

Donner stopped listening as he heard that list. It matched up so well with his powers it was almost uncanny. The ability to answer questions would clearly be intelligence, and creation was self-explanatory. Tricks and magic could easily account for mind reading and teleportation. Healing wasn’t just about fixing wounds, but about health and vigor. The coyote remembered how he cleaned himself up, his hair and skin becoming clean and healthy. And every time he showered, every time he interacted with water, it felt different, more sensual and pleasurable. Water was also associated with cleansing and purity. That could easily account for the ability to clean his apartment in a flash.

And fertility would explain his bigger dick and self-lubricating asshole.

“Donner? Are you listening?”

The coyote jumped, his ears twitching.

“Thank you professor, that helped a lot,” Donner bowed awkwardly and dismissed himself.

The tiger furrowed his brow and watched as the coyote’s tail slipped out of his office.

“What a weird kid,” Reihner shook his head. “He better learn to focus better or he’s going to lose the internship.”

The tiger had a brief moment where he remembered that piss-ant lion’s condescending tone.

“I’ll have to look into you further Ceil Nasir.”

***

Donner felt like a madman with string as he scribbled down notes from his phone and started connecting things together. If Enki was Rapture, or something like him, then Donner was given eight powers. First wisdom, the knowledge of the gods and their existence, next intelligence, the ability to ask any question and get an answer. Then the two closely related of tricks and magic, trickster natures is to manipulate and connive behind the scenes, and magic to manipulate the world as it is. Fresh water was kind of tricky because, especially near the beginning of civilization, fresh water wasn’t as much of a guarantee as it is now. Being able to provide fresh water, or even make rivers for trade and commerce was huge. Not to mention that water represented purity and cleansing. Healing was pretty straight forward, the ability to be healthy and to mend any injury. Basically immortality. Creation is kind of tricky. The coyote thought this one might overlap with magic, but then he realized one was making something from nothing while the other manipulated what already existed. Finally, fertility…

Donner’s pen paused, a blush blooming over his cheeks as he thought of Ceil and how his dick had reeled out, his feet expanded, his paws getting thicker.

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