"We have candy."

…

We walk in complete silence.

I'm not sure if it's because we can't figure out what to say to one another or maybe Sebastian isn't much of a talker. In any case, this is awkward. Still holding my hand, Sebastian leads me through the streets of Camden. We weave through the clubbers and bar hoppers who are out looking for a good time and make our way onto the High Street.

All the shops are closed for the day. The usual colour and eccentricity of this place all packed away for the night. The brick buildings are lit up with an array of candy coloured lights; yellows, pinks and purples shine brightly against the facades illuminating the artwork and sculptures on them. I never care to pay this place any attention choosing to avoid it like the plague. It's not exactly the type of place someone like me would be caught dead in but walking through it at night gives the place different feel. I don't really have the chance to take it all in, Sebastian seems to be in a hurry, rushing us through the brick catacombs of Camden Market Stables towards Union Street.

As we get to the opening of Camden Lock Place, I feel the chill in the air. Each exhale I make mists into condensation, which wafts around my face. In our haste to leave the club I forgot to collect my coat. I certainly feel the cold; my body starts to tremble and lets out a small shiver.

"Are you cold?" Sebastian enquires, giving my hand a tight squeeze.

"Aren't you?" My teeth rattle.

He shakes his head, "no, I'm used to it; I do this a lot after a show."

"What drag someone down the streets of Camden?"

Sebastian smiles, "no, you're the first."

Damn it. My cheeks start to burn blushing at his admission. Turning my head away to hide it, I mutter a slew of curses under my breath. My body reacts to him like a teenager's would with their first crush, although, I suppose that's just what this is, a crush. His hand is warm in mine and I can still feel the way his arms felt around me as we moved to the music. I need to think of something to say and quick before my blushing causes a third degree burn on my face.

"So, how long have you been in a band?" It's a good place to begin I think.

"Years now I suppose. We all met at Uni and decided to form a band," he answers.

"And you play the guitar?"

"Actually, I'll have you know that I can play any stringed instrument and the piano," he grins proudly.

"Wow, that's amazing," I blurt out without thinking.

"I guess," he chuckles with a shrug.

"I can play the violin."

"Oh yeah?" Sebastian looks over to me.

I nod, "I've been playing since I was ten."

"You're just full of surprises," he smiles, tugging me closer to his side. His body feels warm against me despite the cold.

Going quiet again, we make our way through Camden Market Lock towards the Regents Canal. Passing a few of the packed bars that line the canal we turn and walk down a dark side street behind the bars.

"Where are we going?" I ask as the lights start to fade in the distance.

"You'll see."

It's dark, barely any light as the majority of the decorative Edwardian looking street lamps are switched off. We approach a small bridge, which goes over the canal and head down the sloping pathway. Walking alongside the canal pathway and the buildings, we finally stop at a tall iron gate that block off a set of concrete steps leading to the water. Letting go of my hand, Sebastian strides over to the gate and checks it; it's locked shut for the night. This must be to prevent drunks and kids from going down there and falling into the water, especially as there's nothing really here, there wouldn't be anyone to help.

If it's locked for the night, what are we doing here? Before I can ask, Sebastian grips the bars and in one swift motion he scales the gate and hops over, landing on the top step of the stairs. Staring at me with a huge grin on his face he motions for me to come join him.

"No, absolutely not," I protest.

"Why not?"

"In what world does it look like I climb gates?" I snort.

"Come on, it's easy," he tries to persuade me.

"I'm not disputing that, I just refuse to do it."

"It's fun over here," he practically sings, "we have candy."

Smiling with a little saunter over to the gate, I lower my eyelid as I regard him.

"Oh, well in that case," I pause for dramatic effect, "hell no." I finish with a sly smirk.

Sebastian frowns, drumming his fingers in frustration along the metal bars of the gate. Judging by his reaction he must not be used to not getting his way. I must say, seeing his exquisite face scrunch up in annoyance is quite amusing but I suppose I'll let him win, this time at least.

Exhaling loudly my arms drop to my sides as I make a little show out of giving into his request.

My eye scans the bars and I think about how to negotiate my way up and over it. Just by looking at me, you can tell I don't participate in any physical activity and my level of strength is next to nil. However I grab onto the bars and jump up. My feet slide down struggling to get a grip and I slip, just hanging on the railing.

Sebastian starts to chuckle as he watches my legs flounder about trying to get a foothold on the bars.

"You know you could help," I grumble through my struggle.

"I could but this far too amusing."

Flailing about and kicking my legs out to gather some sort of momentum, I pull myself up to the top with a loud laboured grunt. Looking down at him, I see Sebastian wipe a tear from his eye as he roars with laughter. It seems I'm now stuck, straddling the top.

"I'm so glad to be providing you with such humour," I scowl, still trying to figure out my way down.

"I'm sorry but you just look so helpless," he snickers.

"Well then help me you arse!" I curse. Reaching up Sebastian grabs my waist and guides me down onto the first step of the stairs.

Slowing making our way down, he helps me off the last step and I jump to the ground. The palm of my hands feel gritty and gross from the climb but before I have the chance to wipe them, Sebastian takes my arm and leads me down the secluded pathway. Taking care to stay close to him, my eye wanders around to take in our surroundings.

There's nothing really here. Up ahead there are a few canal boats moored up along the sides. Some trees with branches that drape down over us but don't touch the ground and lots and lots of concrete, that's it.

Sebastian stops, turning to face me.

"Here we are," he smiles.

"This is it?"

"What were you expecting?" He wonders.

"Certainly not this," I mutter under my breath. Seriously, when you say you want to take someone someplace, perhaps you should be more specific.

Leaning against the concrete wall Sebastian crosses his legs at the ankle and stuffs his hands in his pockets. Resting his head back on the wall he closes his eyes and breathes in deeply, taking in the night air. Joining him, I stand next to his side looking out on the water. It's quiet, totally still. The only movement is the water being rippled by bugs landing on the surface.

"Do you hear that?" Sebastian asks, still keeping his eyes closed.

"No, what is it?"

"Silence," he pauses, "we're in the middle of Camden and it's quiet."

He's right, it's as though the hustle of Saturday night has been left above ground. The white light of the lone street lamp from above reflects into the ripples of the water and refracts onto the roof of the arch. My gaze trails from the water to Sebastian, his face is completely relaxed as he enjoys the peacefulness of our surroundings. Staring at him, I feel my hand twitch with an urge to reach out and touch his cheek. I want to feel the curve of his face and the softness of his skin but I don't. Instead I clear my throat and wander to the edge of the pathway and look down at the algae floating on the water's surface.

Pushing himself upright, Sebastian bends over and feels around for something along the side of the wall.

"What are you looking for?" I wonder, staring at him roam around from side to side.

"Something I put here earlier," he smirks; trying to remember where he put this thing he's looking for. Feeling the wall in the dark he finds a small enclave and pulls out a bottle. "Care for a drink?"

"Absolutely not!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes I'm quite sure," I stress with an arch in my brow. "What is it anyway?"

"Whisky," he gives me a knowing smile.

"How long has it been there?"

"I already told you, I put it here earlier," he smirks. Crossing my arms, I frown at his response.

"How do you know no tramps have drunk it?"

"I marked it when I put it here," he points to a thick black line on the side, "see? No one's touched it."

I roll my eye as I'm still not completely satisfied with his explanation. Sebastian watches me whilst he unscrews the lid and sits it down on the ground. As he holds the bottle out to me, I raise my hand and shake my head to politely decline him once more.

Shrugging, Sebastian takes a sip of whisky and my whole body shudders. How disgusting.

"Is this what you do?" I scoff, trying to shake off the residual shivers.

"What do you mean?" He wonders between sips.

"I mean is this what you do all day? Hide whisky under bridges and play in clubs?"

Leaning back against the wall, Sebastian swirls the liquid in the bottle around and studies it for a moment before flicking his eyes up to me.

"How much would it bother you if I said yes?" He smiles with that same devilish glint in his eyes. I don't respond but I know I must look shocked or stunned because he laughs at me and continues. "Relax Ciel, I'm just fucking with you," he chuckles, holding out the bottle to me. This time I take it, snatching it out of his hands and wiping the lip with the cuff of my sleeve.

"Fucking with me seems to be a theme for the night," I scoff, glugging down a mouth full of whisky. It tastes terrible, burning all the way down my throat.

"You do curse?" He simpers, surprised to hear the word come out of my mouth.

"I have been known to swear on occasion."

"What occasion would that be?" He purrs, lowering his eyelids and taking a step towards me.

I smirk, "wouldn't you like to know?"

"I would, I want to know all about you," he murmurs, keeping his voice low. Coming up behind me, I can feel his hand slide down my shoulder blade and stay on the small of my back. Shrugging him off I move to the wall and press my back against it.

"Why?" I wonder, taking another swig of whisky. God this burns.

Sebastian's brow arches as he regards me, "you intrigue me."

Bowing my head, I hum lowly.

"Is that so?"

"Yes," he reaches out to touch me again but I dodge him with a grin. I don't mean to be so elusive but I know if I let him touch me, I won't be able to control myself.

"If you don't spend your time hiding booze and playing in bars, then what do you do?" I try and shift his attention onto something else.

"Actually, I own a gallery," he answers, dropping his arm to his side finally taking my hint. I'm a little disappointed he's given up so quickly but what did I expect when I keep denying him the opportunity? Shaking my head to dismiss my thought I try one last sip of the whisky.

"What kind of gallery?" I cough, the burning is really too much for me.

"An art gallery, I specialise in Post War and Contemporary works."

Well that was not what I was expecting. I didn't really know much about the art world but I have been known to collect some pieces for investment from time to time.

"You own an art gallery?"

"You seem shocked," he returns with a slight amount of confusion in his voice.

"Well, yeah."

"I was an investment banker but it wasn't for me. I made my money and got out, now I'm able to indulge in actual passions, music and art."

"Well, aren't you full of surprises?" I smile, reiterating his rhetoric from earlier. He shrugs at my remark and takes a step towards me.

"Appearances can be deceptive sometimes; you shouldn't pass judgement on looks alone."

"I suppose you're right," I agree.

Smiling, Sebastian runs a hand through his hair. I hand back the bottle and he takes it, sitting it down beside us. With another step, he moves so close to me; I can feel the cold steel of his belt buckle press against my stomach. Hands reach out and run down my shoulders, stopping at my elbows. Gently tugging them forwards, my forearms graze past his side.

"What do you think you're doing?" I ask, letting him plant my arms around his waist. I may not be able to resist him, but I have to put up some kind of protest and obviously not appear too eager.

Saying nothing, Sebastian pushes his hips into me and pins me against the cold concrete wall. The chill sends a sharp shiver up my spine but then again, I think it's him. His hand reaches out and touches the side of my face, running over my cheek. I can't help but stare at him, blinking slowly, not wanting to miss a thing.

"You're so fucking beautiful, you know that?" He murmurs, the timber of his deep voice resonates through me. My mouth drops open but nothing comes out, this bastard has actually rendered me speechless. Sliding his hand from my cheek to the back of my neck, he brings my face to his.

I know what's about to happen and yet I feel so unprepared. My heart anxiously beats into his chest as it races but he only smiles, feeling each pulsating beat. Leaning in, his tongue runs over my lips before he comes closer. I breathe out into his mouth as his lips touch mine. It's electric, shooting through me like a live wire and making every inch of my skin raw to the touch. Such a feeling would make anyone hurt but it makes me feel so good.

Sebastian's tongue finds its way into my mouth and I don't fight it, I let him taste me and savour my flavour. Despite the cold of the air and the wall, his mouth is hot and his body is even hotter. Using his knee he nudges my legs apart slightly as his thigh brushes my groin, causing my knees to weaken but he pushes into me, holding me up against the wall.

Hands run themselves over my sides, gripping my waist firmly. I pull him onto me as I grab at his shirt. There is no sense of urgency here; we both take our time enjoying the feel of our bodies together as he slams against me. The taste of Sebastian is utterly delicious, just as he smells. His spicy cinnamon flavour hits my tongue and I relish it.

I want him; I've never wanted anything so badly in my entire life. His hands feel my body, searching and exploring me over my clothes. Holding him tight, his hips grind against mine and I emit a soft mewl into his mouth. Sebastian growls in return making my whole body shudder.

This scares me.

I can lose myself here, lose myself in him. Strong arms envelope me as I'm devoured. His thigh pushes against my groin and I sigh out. Biting my lower lip playfully, he pulls away from me with a devious smile playing on his redden lips. Instinctively my mouth moves to find his but he's gone.

"Why did you stop?" I pant, trying to catch my breath. Sebastian leans into me and puts his lips next to my ear.

"Always leave them wanting, then they'll want more," he purrs and pushes away from me completely. "Come on, let's get you back," he winks, holding out his hand for me to take.

Wiping my lower lip with my sleeve, I let out a little sardonic chuckle and take his hand. He leads me back down the pathway towards the gate as we make our way back.

He's right, I do want more, so much more and I want him to give it to me.