[COMPLETE] William reached out toward Orion's hands, wanting to feel his warmth, and never let go. "I visited you almost every day."
"I know," Orion grinned, "I know, Will."
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William Riller is an...
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EVER SINCE CHRISTIAN had made an appearance at his door, William had a massive headache. His heart had raced at first. All he ever wanted was to return to his old life with his boyfriend of eight years, but as soon as he saw Orion lock himself inside his room, the exhilaration of his heart morphed from excitement to anxiety.
He really hoped Orion's problem wasn't what he thought it was.
"Okay," William sighed, "can you please just open the door?"
William had said the same sentence numerous times, but he had yet to receive a response. He couldn't help the tick of irritation that pressed down on his eyebrow as his fist wiggled and gripped the locked doorknob.
William pushed himself away from the door and stomped toward a nearby drawer with quick strides. He ripped the drawer open and dove his hand inside to look for a pair of keys. If Orion wouldn't let him in, then he would let himself in, because there was nothing William hated more than being ignored. Orion probably knew that by now.
As he clutched the key in his hands and headed towards the guest room door, he finally unlocked the barrier between him and Orion.
He burst inside. "Why did you-"
William's sentence stopped short as he stared at the glowing luminescence radiating across the room. His irritation dissipated, and his eyes widened. He had never seen Orion act like this in his house before.
Orion was there, but his back was turned and he was facing the window. The sight was extremely strange. His shirt was tossed away on the bed, and the top half of his body glowed. Although William was behind him, the flex of his back muscles out on display told him that Orion was crossing his arms, or maybe holding himself. His skin had a flickering tinge of a yellow neon glow to it, almost like how a golf ball would shine in glow-in-the-dark golf before you struck it away, never to be seen again.
William slowly walked toward him. This wasn't supposed to be difficult. He had stated what his goal was from the very start, but it was like something during these few weeks had changed. Something was nipping at his heart, but all William could remind himself was that there was no need to further complicate this situation.
William stood right behind Orion and lightly tapped his back, but as soon as his finger made contact with him, William recoiled his whole body away with a pained cry.
The contact of his finger and Orion's skin had burned him. William now understood why he had never seen Orion glow like this since the day he appeared to him on Earth.
Orion seemed to snap out of it at the man's cries of distress and his glow disappeared. William held his fingers with a fearful look in his eyes that Orion could not see.
"Sorry," Orion croaked without turning around, "that's why I took off my shirt. It can burn other things a little, but the warmth......helps me."
William took a deep breath, letting the burnt tip of his finger fall to his side as he remembered what he came in here for. "What's going on with you?"
