A/N: Chapter two! Yes! Ok, thank y'all for reviewing… and sorry this update is so late.

Chapter 2: Pacing With Insanity

Warnings: sexual content and bondage ahead

Please… oh please God, let him come back to me…

Harry paced their spacious bedroom frantically, unable to keep still for a second. His tear-streaked face held an apologetic expression as he glanced at the clock.

2 a.m.

He hacked out a dry sob as he fell to his knees before their gigantic bed, nose pressed to the thick down mattress in desperation. This was the bed he and Draco had made love in countless times; the bed that so many promises had been made on. Harry shuddered violently as he caught a whiff of Draco's cologne on the comforter.

Flashback

"Come here…" a deliriously happy Draco extended his arms to the smaller brunette as they lay beside each other. He pouted his lips when Harry moved away from him playfully.

"No." He buried his face in a pillow, acting tired as he watched his fiancé from the corner of his eye.

Strong arms pulled his lithe body to the blond, and Harry protested flirtatiously as Draco pressed his lips to the former Gryfindor's chest.

"How dare you say no." Draco's mouth traveled upward to Harry's, and they connected in a passionate lip lock. "Wives are supposed to listen to their husbands." He swatted at Harry's behind teasingly and administered another kiss.

"Man-wife," Harry corrected with an arrogant sneer, earning himself another swat to the rear. "And besides, we aren't even married yet. So save your dominance crap," he stuck his tongue out, "until then."

Smooth hands bunched at the small of Harry's back, pulling him even closer to his lover. "Won't be long now," he whispered into his ear lovingly. "In exactly eight hours, we'll be Mr. and Mr. Draco Malfoy." His lips brushed against his temple gently.

Sighing with contentment, Harry whispered, "And I can't wait."

End Flashback

Sick to his stomach, Harry managed to crawl to the bathroom… in time to empty the contents of his stomach in the toilet. He heaved, acid burning the back of his throat.

Flashback

Cool hands rubbed Harry's back comfortingly as he stooped over the toilet.

"I guess we won't be going to that restaurant again," Draco muttered to himself as he held his boyfriend's hair back. "Remind me to go sue them." He growled angrily as Harry threw up again, then leaned down and planted a kiss at the nape of his neck.

"It'll be ok, love." He stroked his clammy forehead tenderly. "I'm here for you."

End Flashback

Exhausted, Harry curled into a ball on the cold tile floor. He clenched his eyelids together tightly as he muttered his lover's name over and over.

The sound of heavy footsteps thundering up the stairs awakened Harry from his restless sleep. He jerked upright from his position next to the tub and leaned against the cabinet doors.

Draco stumbled blindly into the dark bedroom, hitting the wall and slumping to the carpet. His beautiful silver eyes were clouded as he caught sight of Harry from his position.

Harry stared at him, wondering if he was drunk.

With obvious effort, he managed to rise to his feet and walk to the bathroom. He smiled crookedly before his fiancé, hair tousled every which way.

"Draco…" Harry caught an overwhelming whiff of whiskey, and his suspicion was confirmed. Edging closer to the man, he laid a hesitant hand on Draco's pant leg. "Draco?"

Slowly, Draco tilted his head to the side, seemingly taking in Harry's disheveled state. Then, with quick and skillful hands, he removed the charcoal gray tux jacket he'd been wearing since the day before and threw it into the tub.

"Don't think I'll be needing that anymore. Do you?" Draco's voice was eerily calm and sober, and Harry wondered once again if he was drunk or not.

Draco caught on to Harry's train of thoughts. With a shake of his head, he elaborated. "I'm not drunk, love. I just spent the night in a bar watching the showgirls." Squatting down, he continued, "I had not one drink. I'm completely sober."

Harry nodded, not knowing what to say. Draco continued to gaze at him with the clouded expression, smiling.

"I know what you're thinking," he drawled on, reaching a hand out to stroke Harry's cheek. "You're thinking about whether you should apologize or not." He shook his head again, standing up. "You don't have to… I forgive you. Shit happens." He offered his hand to Harry and pulled him to his feet. Then he led him into the bedroom, and to the bed.

"We just have to make sure this shit doesn't happen again." With speed and precision, he pushed Harry to the mattress and hovered over him.

"What are you-" Harry stifled a gasp of surprise as Draco shoved his tongue into his mouth roughly. He vaguely felt the blonde's hands at the zipper of his jeans, before he yielded to the embrace.

Draco pulled away after a moment, regarding Harry through half-lidded eyes. Then, without taking his gaze off the brunette, he reached into the top drawer of the bedside table and pulled out four sets of handcuffs.

"I think its time I teach you a little lesson," he drawled, before flipping the suddenly frightened Harry onto his stomach and hooking each of his hands and feet to a post of the bed.

A part of Harry told him this was wrong. He wanted desperately to kick away from Draco as he bonded him to the bed. Terror clenched at the pit of his stomach, and he felt the need to throw up again.

But another part of him… Harry shivered as Draco's tongue ran down the length of his back. Another part of him told him he deserved this.

"I don't really want to do this," Draco said as he removed the rest of his own clothes and retrieved a wooden paddle from under the bed. "And when I first heard about your little 'cheating', I wanted to kill Charlie. Just flat out… cold-blooded murder him." He clenched his fists in anger. "I wanted to torture the bastard slowly… painfully.

"But when I realized that I could be sent to prison for that," he continued, oiling the paddle slowly, "I figured that maybe you could learn from this instead." He slammed the wood against his palm absently, voice sounding far away. After a second, his attention snapped back to the man in front of him.

"And here's your lesson. Man-wives," he mounted the bed beside Harry, paddle clutched tightly in his hand. "Man-wives," he repeated, and hit Harry hard on the bottom. "Don't," he swatted again, "cheat," again, "on their husbands." He slammed the paddle down on Harry's reddening flesh, causing an audible scream of pain from the brunette.

The blond smiled with satisfaction, and hit him once more, this time keeping a rhythm.

"And don't you forget it."