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Well if Morpheus had to say one thing about the humans of New York, it was that most of them seemed to care little for the planet. Trash littered the streets and alleyways between buildings and every few blocks Morpheus would catch the scent of something putrid and rotting. It actually reminded him of centuries past; which was odd that he would dwell on ancient history. But what even is time for their kind?
“We’re here.”
The Endless knocked into his nightmare who had stopped abruptly and, realizing he still had a tight hold on the back of his coat, quickly released his grip and placed some distance between them. Corinthian turned around and smirked at the action before he gestured to the enormous building in front of them.
Crowds of tourists bustled up the steps of the ruskinian gothic structure and crammed themselves into the limited doors. Morpheus glared up at Corinthian.
“Must we?” He tried not to sound petulant but from the twitch of the blonde’s lips he knew he didn’t succeed.
The nightmare brushed a finger below Morpheus’s right eye. He did not let himself flinch.
“Where else would you go, kitten? You’re too scared to be left alone for long.”
“I am-!” Morpheus started to fume.
“Are too. No lying, now.”
He grit his teeth and simply walked off, following the crowds. Corinthian caught up shortly and looped his arm around Morpheus’s, who startled at the touch.
“It’s going to get a bit tight once we get through those doors as we have to pass through security and then pay for entry.” The nightmare smoothly explained the contact and Morpheus looked away in irritation.
“You actually carry human currency?” He asked while studying the building's pillars.
“This ain't my first rodeo, as they say.”
Morpheus did not understand that saying but chose not to inquire about it. As they made their way up the steps and towards the numerous entrances into the building, he found himself pressing more and more into the nightmares side as the humans flocked around them, sorting themselves into lines which were slowly funneling through the doors. He noticed Corinthian putting on the charm by smiling at men and women alike that happened to glance over at the pair. Some would blush and smile back, but when their eyes landed on Morpheus they quickly looked away. His sister tried giving him lessons once on how to appear more open to mortals, but he found it distressingly hard. They are beings who are quick to judge and his black color scheme combined with his porcelain skin tends to more often than not scare them away.
They made it through security in record time for the sole fact that they carried no possessions such as phones or bags and Morpheus followed Corinthian as he weaved his way through the masses. They reached a quiet spot against the wall near the entrance to the Greek exhibit.
Morpheus bites his lip in contemplation and decides to risk it and ask once more. He turns to face Corinthian, “Why would this be easier for me? Easier to what?”
His nightmare pulls both his hands out of his pockets and stretches them out on either side of him, indicating the vast marble hallway they occupied. The museum was busy but it did not feel suffocating like the lines they formed to push through the security check.
“Mortals make you uneasy, cupcake. I figured on our outing, a large space such as this might be better suited to you in observing their activity and habits.”
The Endless scowled, averting his eyes. “If my sister could not coax me fully into learning about them outside of dreams, what arrogance do you have to subject me to this?”
The sound of fabric moving was Morpheus’s only warning of Corinthians movement towards him before warm lips skimmed the top of his ear. “What lies you tell, my Lord. You still grace Hob Gadling with your presence after all these centuries.”
Morpheus feels as if a rug has been pulled out from under him. His nightmare knows of his meetings with the human? He feels his cheeks betray him once more a second before those very cheeks are grabbed roughly and his head is directed towards the blonde’s face.
He is both disturbed and shocked by what he sees.
Corinthians mouth not hidden by his shades was twisted as if he had tasted something sour and cheeks flushed in ire. The painful and possessive way he held on to Morpheus’s face revealed a dark and deep-seated jealousy.
The Endless covered the nightmares hands with his own and squeezed lightly.
“He is my dearest friend, little nightmare, but nothing more.”
The blonde drags Morpheus to his mouth and smashes their lips together, kissing the Endless deeply. As Corinthian pulled back, Morpheus felt the man’s teeth bite into his bottom lip and get tugged along with the retreat. He inhaled sharply in arousal and then immediately closed his eyes in embarrassment.
“That better be all he is, sweetie, because the day you created me you became mine.”
The Endless still had his eyes as the nightmare, his nightmare, slotted his body even closer to his and stroked fingers down the shirt covering his lower stomach. When those fingers dipped underneath the band of his pants, Morpheus trembled, eyes opening, and let out a barely discernible whine.
“Time to head back home, I reckon.” The amused proclamation was then followed by a firm palm cupping Morpheus’s member straining the fabric of his pants.
Dark eyes glared up against the look of glee shamelessly displayed on his nightmares face but despite his anger at being told what to do, he admitted to himself that walking around a museum crowded with mortal families showcasing his erection would not be ideal.