Like A Dream

Chapter 1

Harry's eyes snapped open to the loud roaring of cars. The first thing his eyes landed on were four huge numbers on a giant screen not too far away from him. Year of 2300 , it read.

How had he gotten here ? What even was "here?" The last thing he remembered was ... Well, what did he remember? The only thing that seemed to cross his mind was falling asleep the night before (or, at least what he thought was the night before; he couldn't be so sure anymore), and waking up in this foreign place.

His mind still slightly foggy and befuddled, he sat up and looked around, frowning. It seemed like he was in some sort of a city like the one he had always lived in. This city just seemed more ... complicated. There were tall buildings, as well as round, somewhat igloo-shaped buildings that looked to be homes, and if Harry squinted his eyes he could see something that looked like a shopping mall in the distance.

"Ben, hurry up!" a voice snapped behind him.

Harry snapped his head around, eyes wide, the words ' I'm not Ben ' on the tip of his tongue until he realized that the woman wasn't speaking to him. But it wasn't that which made him choke in surprise. It was the naked boy standing not too far away from him, collared and leashed.

His first instinct was to get up and run away, as this was very much not something he saw every day, and he felt pretty uncomfortable. However, standing up proved to be quite a difficult task, as his muscles seemed super weak from while he was out. After much heaving and pushing, he finally lifted himself off the hard sidewalk and ran the other way. He didn't know where he was going or what he expected to see, but he did not expect to see more people dressed—or, lack thereof—ahead of him.

He continued running blindly, head spinning with confusion and fatigue.

"Whoa, what's the hurry?" a voice grumbled.

"Honestly, boy, where's your Dom to keep you in line?" another muttered.

Dom? What in the hell was a 'Dom?' Curiosity made him speak.

"W–what are you talking about?" he tried to ask the man who mumbled behind him, but he was ignored as the man just huffed and continued walking.

Giving up, the boy decided to continue investigating this strange city, but slowed to a steady walk, growing tired. Even though he was no longer pushing past what seemed to be endless numbers of people, he must not have been paying close enough attention to where he was heading. Before he knew what had even happened, he discovered he was on the dirty ground again , and someone's shopping bags were scattered around him.

"Oh my god," Harry stammered. "S-sorry about that!"

He looked up and the sight almost made him faint. Standing in front of him, looking quite grumpy from having his groceries knocked out of his hand, was the most prettiest man Harry had ever seen. His eyelashes were just ughhh and those lips! Although he wasn't close to the other man, he was sure that he could smell Mr. Beautiful's sweet cologne.

"Don't worry 'bout it," the man said expressionlessly and began to pick his bags up.

Harry struggled to get up to help when another soft, velvety voice made him freeze, shivers running down his spine.

"Who is this?"

The angel on earth looked to the other man who appeared. "Don't know, mate, he just ran into me," he said. Despite the gorgeous man's carefree attitude at first, he still seemed annoyed with Harry and his dropped bags.

"I see," the other man said, seemingly irritated. When Harry was finally able to get a good look at him, he saw what looked to be the fluffiest, softest blond hair he'd ever seen, along with striking blue eyes. This man was beautiful as well, but in a much different way than the man he ran into.