"Ah, that's kind of weird.." He chuckled. "I was going to say, not many people are that much taller than me.." He blushed a bit. "Well one fo the rules of your mind is fancy clothing apparently. I'm not used to this kind of clothing..Especially not dancing in them..That would explain it, if you still can have feelings for a woman but your mind has put you with another man in your arms..You're probably bi." He said, looking down at their feet with embarrassment.

“it will be interesting if and when we do meet in real life. I will take one look at you and go ‘OH!’ then maybe promptly faint.” Sam said in a joking manner as the music played on. His fingers slowly moved up and down along Morpheus’ hand. “I really like fancy dress that is probably why we are so dressed.” Coming to a slow stop Sam released Morpheus’ hand but kept a hold around his waist. “You really think I am Bi?” gently he lifted up Morpheus’ face and before he could stop him gently bent down and kissed him. This was the first time he had ever thought to kiss a man; his heart skipped a beat as he closed his eyes. His lips were soft and gentle, not forcing it to go past where Morpheus would allow it to go. With his arm around Morpheus waist he pulled him close so there was no space between them.

"I think so, it'd explain all of thi--" Morpheus was interrupted by the kiss, his cheeks went as deep of a red they could humanly go and his hands shook a bit as he just sort of melted into the currently taller man's arms.

Meanwhile, Morpheus's body was taking a bit of a journey, his first time sleepwalking. He managed to get out of his room and apartment, safely down the stairs from hims 4th floor apartment and almost a mile away, his dreamwalking's maximum range, to the doorstep of a certain someone. He sat against the side of the house and went back into a peaceful sleep, still in those same pajamas he was wearing in the dream, and still barefooted.

(D'aww. c: AUSam is going to have quite the surprise in the morning. <3 )

Pulling back Sam had a big smile on his face. “well that was a good kiss, the best I think I have ever had…” suddenly a noise broke through the dream. It seemed to screech and scream driving away the music they had been dancing to. Reaching out Sam gently ran his hand along Morpheus’s cheek. “it was nice dreaming of you Morph, maybe I will remember this dream when I wake.” The whole world seemed to fade around them as Sam woke up. His alarm was going nine miles an hour trying to get him up.
Grumbling Sam slapped it to be quiet and go up. He had been enjoying his dream to much to think that it was that late in the morning. Looking around his room he sighed. He had all this stuff and not a single person to shear it with. His room and house was done up in a clean modern style. It was not one that he really liked but it had been what the interior decorator had said would look nice in the old brown stone. Sighing again he thought back to the kiss, his fingers gently touching his lips. Ok he might be Bi, but only for that beautiful dreamwalker, if he was even real.
Throwing back the covers he walked down stairs in his simple black pajama pants and opened the door to get the milk. A smile gently filled his face as he saw Morpheus. “if I did not know better I would say I am still dreaming.” Bending down he kissed Morpheus. He did not care of one of the press saw him doing it. this man had taken in mind and run with it.

Morpheus slowly woke up after he was kissed, he blushed deeply and sort of shyly pressed his lips back into Sam's, before the kiss broke off. He sleepily yawned and looked around, surprised to see where he was. "H-how did I get here?I must have sleepwalked, which I've never done before..But you live a mile away!You're the farthest door in my hall, and I walked this entire way barefoot in my pajamas.." He said sleepily, obviously still waking up. He was squinting a bit, not even because of the morning sun. "Ah..I..Everything's blurry..I'm a mile away from my glasses.." He said, sighing and rubbing his eye a bit, looking up at Sam. He was much paler than he was in the dream world, but you could tell that was just due to his Greek/Italian olive skin being out of the sun for a long long time.He still had those pretty seafoam eyes, though, and that hair, now brighter than ever in the morning sun.

“Good morning my dream, are you hungry?” reaching over Morpheus Sam grabbed the two bottles of milk in their metal container. “I have about an hour before work so I can whip you up breakfast with mine. Stepping back he held the door open for Morpheus. “You really must have been enjoying my dream and just could not get enough of me, that is why you walked the whole way.” Reaching out Sam gently touched his hair. “It looks even better in this light.” Then he realized what Morpheus had said. “You wear glasses? You never told me that.” He wondered what he would look like in some nice designer glasses.

Morpheus stood, seeming shaky and stiff as anyone who was just waking up was. "I guess so.." He blushed a bit. "Thanks, I really am hungry..I'll go back home if you really want me to, I don't mean to be a bother..I'll even walk back." He said, following Sam in. "Yeah, I don't..I don't need them in there, I look better without them but I don't want contacts or laser surgery so my choices are half blind or dumb looking.Not much of a good bunch of choices really..Both end up making me look silly."

“I would not be offering you food it I did not want to feed you.” Sam smiled and lead him up the stairs to the second floor where his kitchen was. He had knocked out almost all the walls on the second floor and put up posts to support the third floor when he had redone the kitchen and dining room. The rest of the floor was his media room. The kitchen alone took up one fourth of the floor. He had everything he ever needed there to cook. It was in fact designed just like his kitchen in his restaurant, down to the chefs table. He guided Morpheus over to the table and pulled out the chair for him. “So what would you like to drink? I can make up some grape juice or we have day old fresh squeezed orange juice, sorry no apple.”

Morpheus sat down, keeping his arms at his lap and putting his feet together, it almost looked as if one foot's toes were playing with the other one's. "Grape juice sounds nice, I haven't had it in a long while..Never had really fresh grape juice, either." He said, watching Sam still rather sleepily through his blurred vision with those innocent, almost sad looking eyes of his.

Smiling Sam pulled out a bunch of grapes and put them into a press he had attached to his counter. Putting a pitcher under it he turned it on. It seemed to purr as the juice slowly filled the glass pitcher. “so I usually have eggs for breakfast but I can whip up some French toast or Sleeping Pigs. Sleeping pigs is just sausages in biskets.”

"French toast sounds good, if you don't mind..I don't get to have hot breakfasts a lot, mostly just cereal..On weekends that's my entire day's meal. I get up have breakfast then go back to sleep, just sleep my life away..I was running out of doors..I was getting scared that I'd have to move, or even my own little world would become boring.You're the only one who's ever given me a warm welcome like this.." He blushed. "I never thought my first kiss would be in my dreams.." He said, touching his lips lightly and looking down at his hand, before looking back up at Sam, rather curiously watching the press work. "You're lucky..You can afford this nice big house and you live such a nice life with so many people who love you..I'm a bit jealous, really." He chuckled, brushing a bit of his hair out of the way, wich was funny because his bangs purposefully covered his eyes.

Quickly moving around the kitchen it seemed more like a dance then just cooking. In a matter of seconds he had the mix ready for the bread and the skillet ready to go. “Well if you really wanted to you could always come over here early for breakfast. Most days I am up earlier then this but…” Sam smiled over at Morpheus. “I do not mind the distraction that kept me asleep.” Moving over to the press he checked to make sure the last of the grapes had been squeezed fully. He poured out a cup and then set it before Morpheus. “Well you were telling me that I might be Bi so I thought I would see if I felt anything in the kiss. And I think you may have something there.” Moving back to the skillet Sam tossed the first two pieces onto it. “How much you going to want to eat?”

"I can get up early to come over, although it cuts my dreams shorter.." He said, thanking Sam silently as he took a sip of the fresh grape juice.He seemed quite happy now until Sam mentioned that he had only kissed to see if he felt anything for men in general..Then you could almost see his heart breaking right then and there.

"So..You don't feel anything for me?I..Guess it was stupid to think that you might, after one night..But..You just seemed so loving..Ah..Three sounds good, unless it's sliced thicker like I've seen in restauarants before.Then two should be fine..I get full quick, probably because my stomach isn't used to much.." He lifted up his shirt a bit to show that his ribs were in clear view. "I don't take very good care of my physical body.." He said, seeming a bit embarrassed, trying to make small talk to simply distract himself from the previous subject that seemed to crush his heart into little pieces.

Setting what he was working on down Sam walked over to Morpheus. Pulling him up Sam kissed Morpheus again. “I would not have woken you up with a kiss nor just kissed you if I did not feel anything for you. I never would have even thought to kiss you if I thought that I would not have any feelings for you.” Sam walked back to the kitchen. “Also I really like my privacy, if I did not like you I never would have offered you breakfast nor said you could come over for it any time.” He moved quickly flipping the two he had started. “No you seem not to take care of yourself that well. What do you do for a living, other than sleeping and dreaming in others dreams, which by the way you can come into mine any time.”

Morpheus lit up again, now with a cute goofy smile on his face. "Thanks..I've never had anyone say things like that about me before.." He said rather shyly, taking another sip of his grape juice. "Ah..I work in a bookstore nearby..It's nice and quiet and it pays enough to keep me alive..I like the noises of the city, but it's a pretty good job..The only other place I could work at would be a coffee shop, but that goes against everything I am..Obviously, since coffee is meant to keep you awake. to me it's evil beyond all belief.Well..There's a coffee shop CONNECTED to the bookstore but whatever, I don't work there..I've wanted to write a book about myself, although it'd be recognised as fiction, but I wouldn't know where to start..Oh..Crap I didn't write last night in my diary, not like I'll forget it.I just hope I don't keep on doing this sleepwalking thing or I'll fall out of my habit."

Flipping the two pieces of French toast Sam tossed them on a plate. “Powered sugar, syrup or just as is? Well I am going to say all sorts of things about and to you for the next year or so I think.” Moving a crossed to another part of the kitchen he opened the fridge and laid out some fruit on the plate. Then seconds later he had some strips of bacon as well on the plate. Morpheus had not even seen him take the bacon out of the fridge or cook it up.

"Syrup, please.." He said, seeming to find amusement in watching Sam work. Wow, he's fast.. Morpheus hummed a little song, it was sad but yet strangely happy at the same time, describing it's creator perfectly. "I see why you make a good chef, you're fast..Extremely fast.And it doesn't seem like you sacrifice any quality by being so fast."

Pouring the syrup onto the French toast Sam placed it in front of Morpheus. “I am so fast because I know my way around this kitchen and have worked long and hard to be this way. When I first stated out I made good food but I was slow at it. The chef I worked under was not the kindest and he almost fired me twice for not going quick enough. You have to be fast and good to make it in this world.” He tossed on two more slices and then pulled out another pan. He stared cooking eggs as well as what was going. “If you love something like I do so much, you never let speed dictate how good your product is.”

(..Sam stop being me but male and fifty times more awesome. -is THE slowest chef ever, takes about 10 minutes to chop up a goddamn pepper, or maybe that's just my mom's knives that I'm not used to- Oh so this is why I like Sam so much, because we share part of a personality. )

"Back when I first began dreamwalking I couldn't completely control my own dreams..I used to get stuck lucid in seemingly endless nightmares, horrible things I've long repressed from my memory..Now if those nightmares come back to haunt me I just change everything back by closing my eyes and telling myself when I open them everything'll be alright..It works.I wish that worked outside of dreams." He sighed, but lit up when the food was sat before him. He picked up his fork and took a bite of the french toast, the look on his face seemingly matching one that had just seen heaven with their own eyes. 'You DEFINATELY sacrifice no quality for being so dang fast.This is the best breakfast I've ever had." He said, looking quite serious about that fact as he took modest bites of his breakfast, trying to enjoy it as much as he could.

((and would you believe that he and I only have one thing in common…. We don’t like letting product out of our hands that it not the best we can do.))

Watching Morpheus out of the corner of his eye as he cooked up the eggs the smile on his face grew. He had been waiting to see if Morpheus would like or hate his food. His mother had always told him that you could tell a man by the food he liked. By the time Morpheus said that the breakfast was the best he ever had Sam was grinning like the Cheshire cat. “Thank you, I have worked very hard to become so good. My mother and father were the first to have to suffer through my cooking when I was much younger. She still cannot believe that anyone would pay for food that I have cooked.” He flipped the next two pieces of French toast over then walked back to the fridge and pulled out more fruit. “I think she well never get over my first try at roast duck.” He smiled at the memory.
He had begged his mother to buy him a duck that he could cook up for the families dinner his freshmen year in high school. He had wanted to make it for the Christmas feast but she had vetoed that and gone with his ham. She had surprised him two days before new year’s day with the duck, already to be cooked all he needed to do was season it. That new years day he and his parents had to go out to eat and hope that none of the neighbors called the fire department about the smoking Duck in the back yard. It had been so black that they had not found any good meat in it in the end.
Sam told the tail of the burnt duck to Morpheus as he finished up cooking the French toast. He liked telling it and most people seemed to like it too.

Morpheus laughed as Sam told the story, eating his breakfast quite happily. "You definately have come a long long way..I can't be trusted with anything more than scrambled eggs." He chuckled. "Cooking has never been a very strong point for me..Mom never taught me and I never asked. I figured out how to make eggs one morning trying to get her to smile at me..It was mother's day and I couldn't get her anything, she slept in and I went searching through cookbooks to see what I could do..I got a bit of a smile out of her when she woke up with a tray of eggs and toast with a glass of milk beside her, but she never said thanks..I made her that every mothers day until I moved out.."

“I am sorry to hear that she never said thanks. It would have been nice of her to say that.” The eggs were finished as was the last of the French toast. “You going to want one more piece or are you fine with what you have?” Sam placed the scrambled eggs on a plate then put the last of the toast on a second plate. Walking back to the table he set the French toast in between the two of them. The eggs were for him as was one of the pieces of toast. He ate them quickly as he watched Morpheus. “so do you like being called Morpheus or do you like a shorter from?”

"Only time I remember her hugging me is the day I moved out, she said sorry and she was actually crying..I still don't talk to her a lot..I don't want her knowing the kind of things I do to myself, like eating one tiny meal then going to sleep for almost 24 hours straight." Morpheus said, seeming to get even more happy as Sam finally sat down at the table with him. " I think this'll be fine, you can take the last piece, if you want it." He smiled rather shyly, eating some of his fruit. "Whatever you want to call me.If Morpheus is a bit of a mouthful, I'm fine with Mor, Morrie, Morph, Morphe..Morphine.." He blushed a bit at the last one, as if he had very, very fond memories of someone calling him that.

(Morphe would be pronounced like 'Morphie' if you're curious, it's a less girly way fo spelling that. :P )

“I never knew someone that could sleep all that time. Most people I know once their bodies have overslept for so long they wake up and can’t sleep.” Taking a quick bite Sam looked up at the clock. He had to keep an eye on the time as he did not want to be late to the restaurant. “I don’t need the last piece; I will most likely eat some of what is sent back because it is not cooked right. Do you know how many people try to send food back because it is not cooked the way they asked even when it has been?” Sam thought about what he might call Morpheus, he liked his name but it was a bit of a mouthful. “If you don’t mind me asking, Morphine?”

"Must be something having to do wiht my powers, or there's something wrong with me physically or mentally.." Morpheus said, rather shyly taking the last piece. "I'll take it then, I haven't had a nice big breakfast in forever." He blushed a bit. "Ah..A..good friend..Aw hell, I'll just say it. My first boyfriend called me that, he said he called me that because just being around me calmed im when he was stressed, like morphine for a terrible pain..It matches my name, so it stuck..Then I caught him cheating on me, because I refused to..You know.. 'Put out'.He got pretty much instantly kicked out of our apartment, no matter how many times he said sorry. I'm a very sensitive person and he knew that, so why did he do such a thing to me.." He said, sighing before continuing to eat, trying to hurry up just a bit so he wouldn't make Sam late.