Heyyy! I'm sorry this second chapter took so bloody long, I've been sooooo busy since school went back :( but hopefully I'll be able to update more regularly now!

I'd just like to give a shout out to tattered2shreds - my first reviewer ever! (yay!) thank you very much for taking the time to read my fanfic and then comment so nicely X) it really lifted my spirits.

Warnings for this chapter: a few little things here and there, nothing too major yet XD don't worry though the best is yet to come~!

Enjoy!

Snow had been wrong before, but…this time he was really feeling to consequences of underestimating someone else. A mysterious good-looking raven, to be precise—of who he still didn't know the name of, might he add.

"I don't believe it," the whitette muttered, letting his head fall back to hit the wall, hard. It was a Saturday and he'd been itching to dance all day—so he'd scoped out another party. This one was a…house warming if he was correct. Loads of dancing promised to follow him throughout the night.

There was just one problem though.

Right there, directly ahead of him across the other side of the room, was the sneaky raven who'd saved his ass and pulled him from the cops clutches just when he thought he'd be caught for sure.

Snow groaned, watching the guy talk to who he had recognized just half an hour earlier to be his elder half sister: Dare, she went by now. They just stood there chatting, drinking punch out of little plastic red cups from the buffet table. He had half a mind to go spike it—but quickly decided against it. The last thing he needed now were drug charges filed against his ass to put on his perfect record. Tch.

"I just thought I'd remind you that you now owe me."

Ugh, why was he getting caught up in all this? Why was he even worrying? It was probably just coincidental that the guy was here, right? Yeah, it had to be.

The song changed then, and teenagers all packed in the double storey house wooed, beginning to flock to where the music was loudest. Snow pushed off the wall, grin crawling up on to his face. This was it. This was his chance to—

"—You have a very bad habit of breaking and entering uninvited, Snow," the low voice huskily in his ear, and a leather clad arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him away from the growing mound of bodies that had just begun to form a circle. No!

"I don't see your invitation either, Nameless. Now lemme go!" Snow growled, though he was spun and slammed none too gently back up against the wall, cold fingers around his throat. The raven smirked, brow lifting in amusement at the younger teen.

"W…what are you, drunk?" the whitette grimaced. "I wanna dance, let go of me!"

"I…must admit, I've taken in a little more alcohol than I usually would, but I can assure you, I am far from drunk."

"Whatever," he pried at the grip, unbelievably strong, around his neck, and was relieved when it disappeared and the raven stepped away a little.

"Do you remember our promise?" The older boy asked, and Snow rubbed his neck, glaring at the other.

"It wasn't a promise, but you aren't gonna let me go until I actually pay you back, are you?"

He shook his head.

"Ugh," Snow sighed, raking his fingers through his hair. "Okay, fine. What do you want? Money? Dope? A hand job?"

"Hm," he leaned back, stroking his chin. "Tempting as that last option was, I'm afraid nothing you have offered me will suffice."

The last part had been a joke, dumbass! Was this guy gay? He'd been hitting on Snow from the beginning.

"Then what?" He was getting edgy, shuffling slowly towards the pulsating of the speakers, already halfway through the second chorus of the song playing. He just wanted to dance, dammit!

The taller man noticed him moving, and grabbed his wrist, pulling Snow with him in to the crowd.

"Dance with me."

"What?!"

Before Snow could say anymore, he'd been pulled in to the midst of the group, smack bang in the middle of the circle, standing before the tall raven.

The crowd cheered, and the song was replayed. Glancing around uneasily, Snow looked from face to face, finally resting upon the mysterious other who had gotten him in to this. He stood with his arms crossed, sleek brow raised expectantly. It was a gesture he knew well, one he got every single time he danced. "Impress me," it said. So Snow did.

He bounded forward, pulling off a flip in the large area, before launching in to a flurry of difficult moves, right up against the other. Taunting, joking, always close but never quite touching. He made a mistake though, and in the midst of a sensual turn, brushed his behind against the others front. He swore at the sudden contact, and was surprised further when he was pulled back to press up against the others body, cold hands clamping down on his hips. His body was moved against its will, hips swinging along with the body behind his own.

The girls in the crowd screamed, excited by the contact between the two good-looking teens as they moved to the beat of the music.

"Fuck it," Snow growled, turning in the raven's hold to face the other and throw his arms around his neck, much to the others surprise. He recovered quickly though, and the grip on Snow's waist shifted lower and further back until thin fingers grazed his jean-clad ass.

"What's this? A change of heart it seems," the raven whispered in his ear, while their hips gyrated in a circular motion, hips meeting in the middle.

"Shut up," Snow bit back a groan, unwilling to let the other know just now much he was enjoying this. "You still haven't told me your name, asshole."

"You really want to know?" he chuckled, grinding their lower halves more roughly now. Snow, unable to suppress his voice, let slip a slight moan of pleasure. "It's—"

"Oblio!"

Neither had noticed the song had finished, another one already playing. Dare stood at the edge of the ring of dancing teens, beckgoning to the raven.

He grimaced, pulling away from the whitette.

"Your sister's quite the persistent one, isn't she?"

Snow, still trying to recover, just glared at him as best he could with weak knees. He'd gotten caught up in the moment—and now he was paying for it. Why had he let himself go like that?

"How did you know we were related?" he managed.

The raven, Oblio it seemed, raised a single brow and smirked.

"Oh, I know a lot of things about you."

"Isn't that kinda stalker-ish?" Snow asked dryly, and Oblio chuckled, towing him by the waist over to where the pinkette stood, hands on her hips as she watched them.

"Beat it," she ordered as soon as they were in hearing range, and Snow waved his middle finger at her, stuck his tongue out, and turned to leave.

"Nuh uh," the arm around his middle only tightened, and he glanced at the raven with surprise—as did Dare with equal shock. "He stays, or I leave."

"Fine," she grimaced, crossing her arms over her chest, lifting them beneath her breasts to give the illusion that they were bigger—not that she needed it. They were already disgustingly large—it's a wonder she didn't bind them when she danced. Or that they fell out of her top. Ugh. Snow shuddered at the thought.

"I just thought I'd warn you he has that." Snow raised an eyebrow. That? What was that? What did he have?!

"I'm aware," Oblio answered, though the whitette felt his body stiffen a little, muscles tensing.

"Huh," the young woman scoffed, chewing at the gum—or was it tobacco?—in her mouth, thoughtful. "I'd kill to know how you got your info."

"Well," Oblio smirked, taking cautious a step backwards. "You may kill as many as you'd like, it won't get you anywhere."

"Yeah," she muttered, and with that, the raven turned, dragging Snow with him without so much as a warning, making him hiss and squirm as she struggled to keep up in the awkward position he was held it.

As soon as they were outside in the cool, night air, Snow jerked away from Oblio, stepping beneath the light of the street lamp.

"What the hell was that about?!" he demanded, and when Oblio didn't answer, he added, "well?!"

"…You don't need to know yet."

Snow made a face, stepping towards the other—of whom stayed shadowed in the dark, face unreadable.

"What the fuck do you mean 'I don't need to know?' You spoke about me right in my face, I have the right to—"

One minute he stood in the street, the next, he was slammed harshly up against the limestone wall of the house. He could feel the music pumping hard through it, though was a little more focused on the fact that he'd just been forced up against a wall before he'd even been able to blink. Damn, this guy was fast!

"I said," Oblio hissed, leaning in real close, so close Snow could feel his cool breath, the strong scent of mint invading his senses. "You don't need to know. Not yet, anyway." A hand was at his throat, shirt bunched up around his neck to pull up at his stomach, wind stinging his bare flesh, making him hiss with discomfort. He didn't like this Oblio. He was scared—and that in itself made him angry.

"Why not? I don't care what it is—why can't I know?"

"You're being a child," his tone had softened a little, and Snow sighed.

"Suck a dick, Oblio." A hand pressed to his groin then, and he clenched his teeth, controlling the yelp that had almost burst from between his lips.

"Maybe I will, Snow. And maybe it'll be yours," he murmured in a low, sultry voice, cool fingers rubbing circles over his front, make the boy grind his teeth and clench his fists, trying not to moan.

"Maybe I want it to be mine," he whispered almost silently, and a smirk formed on Oblio's lips as the whitette bucked shamelessly in to his hand, groan finally clawing it's way up his throat and out through his teeth, head lolling to the side, almost begging for his throat to be kissed, sucked, and nipped at.

"Well maybe it will—"

Just then, the obnoxious sirens of several police cars wailed out in to the night, and both boys swore as they made a run for it, going as fast as they could in the opposite direction of the horrible sounds of screaming sirens and screeching tires as they skidded to a halt at the house the pair had just been at, a handful of policemen jumping out and making to dash through the open front door, guns in hands.

It was the second time the two of them had run from the cops together—and certainly wouldn't be the last.