Draco lay there for what felt like hours just panting. No new instructions appeared on his laptop screen, so he figured his new (and first!) master was in a similar position. Or at least, Draco hoped he was.

It was a little unsettling, this burning need that had already wrapped itself around his heart. The need to please his master, in every way.

What did his master look like? The thought that he could be a old fat man perving on young guys made Draco's insides clench. You did hear stories about things like that... But that wasn't happening now. Master had been so kind when Draco was nervous, and so understanding that this was his first time. Most doms wouldn't have been like that, Draco was sure.

Slave?

The quiet bing of a message arriving made Draco's head snap up and he forced his surprisingly tired muscles to pull him to his knees. "Yes master?" he said, trying to keep his voice to an appropriate level of enthusiasm.

I take it you enjoyed it then.

"I did master. Thankyou."

I think you did most of the work baby.

Draco let out a small smile, could this man get any more perfect? "Thankyou for saying that master."

Anytime. You're extrordainary.

A blush was appearing. "I don't think..."

Well I do. And you're on dangerous ground arguing with me, Slave.

"Oh... I'm sorry master. Please don't punish me."

Well. After that display maybe I'll let you off. Just this once.

"Oh thankyou master."

You know, I do like an appreciative slave, but you don't have to constantly say thankyou pet. Try to limit yourself to less than 5 per session from now on.

"From now on, Master?" Draco's heart swelled at the suggestion that this could continue.

Yes. Now I have you I don't think I'll ever be able to let go. You're perfect.

A thankyou bounced on the edge of Draco's tongue, but he managed to pull it back just in time.

"I'm glad master. I...I hope it's not too forward to say that I don't want you to ever let me go."

That makes me very happy pet. I want my pet to be happy too. You may be my slave, but you are mine, and it is my responsibility to look after you.

Draco couldn't help the broad smile that spread across his face. All he'd wanted for as long as he could remember was to be loved and cared for. He'd worried that signing up to the website would only lead to humiliation and heartbreak at the hands of some faceless, cruel master. But instead it had turned out to be one of the best decisions of his life.

I know our acquaintance has not been long, but I can't deny I feel we have a special connection.

"Me too master. Really, I feel it too. I wish I could see your face, as you see mine."

And a beautiful one it is too, little one. Perhaps one day you shall, but I'm sure as eager as you are to see me, you enjoy the feeling of submitting to a man who could be anyone. Just think, you might walk past me in the street and never know.

"I'm sure I'd know you master" Draco proclaimed with absolute conviction.

Merlin, it's gotten rather late, and I must be in work early tomorrow.

A shiver of disappointment went through Draco, and his eyes dulled. "Are you sure master?"

Now now, don't be whiny, it is unbecoming in a good slave. If you like we can arrange a time to meet online tomorrow night?

"Oh please master!" It was almost comical how quickly Draco's face reanimated.

Very well. Would nine pm be a good time for you?

"Oh yes master, and if it wasn't I would make it so for you. "

Good boy. Now, before we go to bed I want you to give me a kiss goodnight.

"Yes master" Draco said meekly, suddenly very aware that he was still completely naked. Funny how he had been so comfortable being so vulnerable (albeit symbolically) under the eyes of a virtual stranger.

So, in an almost childlike fashion, Draco shuffled on his knees to the camera in front of him and pressed a chaste kiss to the lens.

Good boy. Now I want you to get a good nights sleep, you're going to need your strength.

"Yes master."

Goodnight baby. Draco had lowered his eyes in sadness at their parting. Don't be sad, I'll see you again really soon.

"Yes master, I can't wait to hear from you."

Me neither. See you at nine, slave.

The red light that signalled the live link blinked off and Draco breathed out heavily.

That had been one of the most intense experiences of his life, and he suddenly found himself exhausted. He couldn't wait to do it again.

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Harry closed his laptop and collapsed onto his bed. Fucking hell. He'd just watched Draco fucking Malfoy wanking.

And bloody loved every second of it.

He let out a disbelieving chuckle and rolled off the bed to grab a cloth. Who'd have thought it? His childhood rival had somehow been transformed into the sexiest creature Harry had ever had the pleasure of encountering. He had to have him. Harry could already tell that online sessions would never be enough.

But even though Harry had been able to instantly forget any lingering resentment towards Draco, he had no idea how Draco would react to his identity. The boy had made himself so vulnerable, had been so perfectly and deliciously open. He'd think Harry would use it against him, though the thought of taking advantage of such a pure creature made him feel physically sick.

No. The kindest thing to do would be to make sure Draco never found out the real identity of his new master.

Even if it would drive Harry insane, to see so much and never be able to touch.

Oh the things he would see...

A sudden idea seized him and he leaned over to grab his laptop again. Reopening the internet window he paused for a second to admire the photos of Draco that appeared (he'd instantly made Draco's profile his home page). Yeah, his idea was perfect.

A few more clicks and some searches and he'd found it. Still more and it was done - ordered and soon to be shipped. Brilliant.

Feeling happier than he had in years, possibly ever, Harry finished cleaning himself up and crawled under his covers. The only black spot in his blissful state of mind was the fact that he could not now curl himself around Draco and fall asleep with him.

'This level of attachment so soon cannot end well' was the last thought to spiral through his mind before sleep claimed him.

The next day dawned bright and crisp, and Harry breathing in a great lungful of air as he waited for the bus that would take him to work. Most of his fellow healers apparated onto the hospital grounds, but Harry prefered to commute, since otherwise pretty much the only people he saw all day would be his patients. And sometimes a healer needs to be reminded that healthy people do exist.

But there was something different about this day. The sun seemed brighter, the London air fresher and everything was just a better version of itself. Including Harry.

Over the years he'd acquired a reputation at work for being a great doctor, but a crap socialite. If anyone asked his colleagues to describe him they'd say he was very focussed, driven, and obsessively meticulous in ensuring a patient's health. But none of these translated into friendly or charismatic.

He supposed he just didn't really see the point in projecting an image of being the perfect 'Golden Boy' when he knew he wasn't. After the war he poured himself into studying for medical school, desperate to find some way to atone for all the deaths he'd caused in the war. And when he'd graduated with a first degree honours, he poured himself into St Mungo's and the Intensive Care Unit without pause for breath. Come to think of it, he hadn't actually taken a holiday since he started working there.

It hadn't bothered him before, he had nothing else in his life. But now it felt like he did. And it was all because of a slip of his hand that had led him to such an unexpected and extraordainary discovery.

Draco.

He'd dreamed of him last night, his creamy skin and flaxen hair intertwined with Harry's dark tresses and strong hands.

Little did he know that Draco'd had, if not the same dream, then one remarkably similar.

And these dreams distracted each of the men throughout the whole day as they anticipated their next meeting that evening.

Draco spent the time meticulously cleaning and polishing every partof his body with a myriad of creams, shavers, moisturisers and exfoliators. He wanted to be perfect forhis master. Then maybe he wouldn't forget about Draco. He also spent his time researching various sexual activities and found several ways to use his toys that even he'd never thought of before. And even more toys he'd never even heard of. He bought them all.

But, as much as time seemed to drag, it was soon eight thirty pm, and each man was sat in front of his laptop eargerly awaiting the coming meeting.

By eight fourty-five Harry had lost patience and clicked on the link that would connect them.

He was pleased, aroused and a little surprised to see that Draco was already there, kneeling in front of the camera in that empty room, looking even more radiant and enchanting than he had the night before.

Hello slave.

Hi there! Sorry, I know it's a bit of a filler chapter, but the response to chapter 1 was so amazing that I had to get something out to you guys and this is all I've got so far. Your reviews were all so incredible, so thank you so much, and if the response to this chapter is anything like as good I'll have to go without sleep to get you guys the best chapters I can as quick as I can (all filled with yummy Drarry smut of course!) So much love for you all.