This is a story that has been in my head for too long, now is out. This is an AU (I love them) in modern days. A lot of OOC, this is an Iruka & Kakashi romance.

It tells the story about a special place where we all want to be, a place that can be a secret to some but all of us know something about it. Kakashi is going to find it without looking and is going to know the magic that brings freedom.

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Quendigon is the best of all the night clubs in town, everybody knows about it, everybody can say it, but none of them can say where it is or how it is for sure.

It is the most exclusive and rumored club in the entire city, just a few can be there; nobody knows how they can be chosen or who the one who chooses you is.

The rumors say that only the founding members of the club know the place, and they only tell where and when to the people who show to be loyal to them at the place.

It's been said around that the club is in the most implausible place in town; they say it is just a façade for the real business, because they say that all the drinks are so exclusive they only have the best of the best and the most extravagant of all. The decorations change every night and is the best in the world. They use pheromones to enchant the senses and make the experience something you want to repeat every time.

Nobody truly knows what they do in there; some say they have some kind of pagan cult and they eat dead animals they kill with their own hands. Others say it's just a normal night club with just a lot of publicity. The most adventurous say it is a place where you can run wild with your deeper desires. Others say they are just weird people having fun together and all need to leave them alone. But the truth is nobody truly knows.

What you need to do to be in there, oh! That is something that can be gossiped for hours in all the social circles. They say you need to save the life of one of the members and swear loyalty to him or her for all eternity. Others say you need to be the coolest of all in the city. And some say you need to be rich and powerful to enter the place. There is a small group that says you need to be a good person and charitable. Yet others say that you need to be wild and open-minded. But you never can know for sure.

That's why Hatake Kakashi now is confused, because he received the visit of a guy with long hair with a head band and something in his mouth; the guy just came near him in the restaurant he was seated, eating his meal like always, alone and bored to death. Don't get him wrong he is a hard worker in a worldwide enterprise that develops the strongest security software in the world, but he is somewhat tired of chasing hackers and crackers.

He just needs new air, new people; well he needs people not machines, he spends too much time alone and he is starting to become weird, he can't talk with people anymore like a normal human. He is awkward and says the most bizarre things at the wrong time. His friends think he is becoming a crazy bastard, but he is just alone and needs to talk with people regularly for him to return to the world of the living again.

That's why when that blonde guy come near him he just took out his novel to avoid contact, but the guy just took a seat in front of him and handed him an envelope. The first thing that crossed Kakashi's mind was, he is going to kidnap me and kill me, tell my father he got me and send him one of my fingers and make them suffer because he never, ever is going to return me.

He observed the guy who in that instant has a smirk on his lips and is chewing at the thing in his mouth; his parents never told him it is dangerous to have something in his mouth? He took the envelope with shaky hands; he is not use to interacting with people, much less crazy people who just approach him from nowhere just to give him something that can be a bomb or something worse.

Kakashi's eyes open more, even his left eye that has slight damage after a ceiling lamp literally exploded over his head and burned; whoever says office work is not dangerous just doesn't know that indoor work is the most dangerous of all because you can't run out fast. He almost lost both eyes; he just lost mobility in his eyelid and he is near-sighted with it, and his work with computers is not helping him, but he is the best so he just uses an eye-patch when he is working, that is another reason why people don't come close to him.

What he is looking in his hands is just something he never ever in his entire life thought he was going to see. There on a rather nice paper, written in neat handwriting, is an invitation to the most exclusive night club, Quendigon. It just says that a car is going to pick him at his house at 10 in the night to take him to the place. There it also says he needs to be alone.

He is gaping in his seat; he looks at the place the stranger is supposed to be, but he is alone now. He smiles and giggles a little, he can't believe his luck; he just got something most people are searching for in his hands. He touches the letters and sighs; he is not that weird after all. It is in handwrite, not computer label, this was made personal, was made for him, but by who?

A lean male is looking at him at the table across from him with a smile, but Kakashi doesn't see him, he is looking at the invitation with glee in his eyes; the man chuckles and keeps eating like he always does, in the same place at the same hour, like the guy with silver hair that now has a smile on his face, one that he just imagined it could be, but now he is looking at it and it is better than the one pictured in his mind. This night is going to be one to remember.

Kakashi is in his office finishing his work; he is improving the latest firewall, testing all his capabilities and erasing all his flaws. It is not easy work but he is almost there, just a little bit, he needs to finish it before going to his house to take a bath, change clothes and get ready to go to the night club. He is not sure at that time what he is going to wear, or how they know his address; he is just finishing his work and not thinking of anything else, because he doesn't want to think that it's just a prank.

He is finishing the last test when the firewall cracks and falls; he looks at the clock and feels despair, and sighs resigning to his fate, maybe he is not meant to be with humans anymore. The clock reads 9 o'clock, he lives near the building where the company is, but he has to finish tonight; he has no option, his work is first.

He feels like crying but bites his lip and keeps working, he is an adult after all, he is used to failure and disappointments, he knows real life. Kakashi is not a child anymore; he is 30 after all, a lonely adult. A sniff can be heard in his quiet office and typing starts again.

After 3 more hours the firewall is ready and working. He smiles and stretches his arms up to his head and hears a loud pop that feels fine. He moves his shoulders round and his head side to side. Sits straight because he needs to take care of his posture, he is starting to develop a hunchback.

He stands and looks around in his office yawning, tired. He feels accomplished but a little sad; he just lost the opportunity of his life to be normal again. Shutting down all his equipment he gets ready to go out. He takes his coat off and hangs it in his chair, takes off his eye patch and place it in his drawer, scratches his head and takes his sweater out of his black backpack.

Kakashi wears his grey sweater, because he is used to controlled temperature, that's why he uses sweaters all year outside, he takes care of his body the best he can. He never sees his family, he always returns after all are asleep and he is the first to go out before the sun comes up. The lack of sleep is the cause of the chronic dark circles around his eyes and his pale skin.

He walks through dark corridors like always, locking empty offices, turns off the lamps in the office of Maito Gai, a coworker who entered at the same time he did 10 years ago. Times flies when you are alone in your own world. He says goodbye to the night guard, Kakashi doesn't know his name, but he always says it anyway. I need to talk more, he thinks while he walks out of the building and feels the cold air in his face, sighs and starts to walk home; now he doesn't bother bringing his car, it is too much trouble.

Kakashi enters his house and pats at Pakkun who is at the door like always, he is an old dog but is the closest to a good friend he has. He moves silently in the house; he is living with his parents, because he never is in the house anyway, why pay for something he doesn't use.

He strips all; after all day under artificial climate, he feels comfortable without clothes, drops his weight in bed and sleeps fast, he is wasted. His alarm clock starts to sing an awful tune, he needs a new one, but he never has the time to go out and buy it. He has no life and he knows it, but he can't do anything about it, that's all that he has and that he knows.

Feeling the weight of the world on him he starts to move and goes to take a quick shower; he feels tired but keeps moving around his room getting ready to work. Pets at Pakkun who is asleep in his bed, snoring softly in his pillow. How he wants to be a dog in that moment. He takes his backpack and moves out of his room. The house is the same it was the night before and on the others days, dark and silent.

He moves into the kitchen and grabs a cereal bar, his usual breakfast. He starts to chew it while he walks out to work. Looking at the sky, there are some stars there, he sighs and starts his routine. In a black car is a man looking at the tired-looking man; he frowns because his plan was failure.

Kakashi is working on a new project, but when he is fixing the specifications, he finds the invitation; he looks at it for an instant and runs his fingers over the letters again, sighs and throws it at the trash bin. He can't think of that now, he needs to focus on his next challenge. People outside are in their own world, each of them with their own troubles and needs but not paying attention to the others and keep living like they are.

Lunch time arrives just in time for Kakashi, he is feeling dizzy and his stomach is growling. He takes off his coat and takes his sweater like every day, place his equipment in hibernation, takes off his eye patch and walks out of his office; that is the only time he can see people around, some chatting, others just walking with papers or just not looking at anything in particular. Those are the moments when the loneliness and emptiness hurt the most, when there are several people around but you are alone.

Walking slowly, slouching and trying to keep moving forward, he is so tired of that life. He passes in front of Gai's office, wanting to talk with a familiar face, but he is not lucky, it is empty. Kakashi sighs and walks out of the building checking his card. A male dressed in a nice and fine dark suit follows his movements with interest. He smirks and walks after him; he has doing that for over 6 months, he wants to know the mysterious, cold and sad beauty. But all his attempts were a failure in the past because of Kakashi; he knows the basics for the employee's records, but Kakashi just doesn't live in this world, he is so into his mind that it's not easy to catch his attention.

He tried with notes in his office, small waves in the corridors, bumping accidentally with him in the halls, but nothing works with him. Now after all that time, he is determined to catch him and never let him go.

Kakashi enters the same restaurant and nods at the young girl in the counter; he always asks for the same every day, so they know him and he just takes a seat in the same place and waits for his food to arrive, digs in, pays and he goes out again. All in exactly 25 minutes.

But this time, there is someone at his table; he walks to see if he is going to take more time or he is leaving. Standing near is a guy dressed in dark clothes, dark hair and dark skin, all in all the guy is dark, not like him as he wears light grey pants, white shirt and a little greyer sweater. He looks at the table and sees a menu folded, sighs and is about to go when he feels that his hand got caught by something.

Looking at it, he sees a tan hand touching him; he follows the rest of the arm and looks for the first time at the dark man, he is smiling and has a scar in the middle of his face.

"If you want we can share," is what the dark man says in a rather cool voice, it feels nice hearing a human voice talking to him once in a while, almost all his interactions with others are in a mail or in a chat. He is not used to talk so he clears his throat. He speaks in a shaky voice.

"Yes, why not," his tone is bored and slow, but the black-dressed man loves the sound of it. He's waited for almost a year to hear him speak; he started to look at the grey beauty the first time he entered the building, his silent walk and sad expression caught his attention, but he stopped to see him and after just about 6 months he found him again, in that instant he started to make his moves without success, but now is going to be different.

Kakashi takes a seat at the opposite side of the square table in the corner that is his spot. He looks at the table waiting for his food to arrive, his shoulders drooping, but when he sees that it's not appearing, he takes out of his backpack a book and starts to read. The man in front of him has his hands on the table and is observing him with a tender smile; he is looking at all of those features. The droopy eyes, the scar under all that hair, the messy hair that looks that it's never touched a brush, those lips verily moving while he reads, all of him.

"Umino Iruka," he says with his most seductive tone, using his velvet voice to try and take out of his world the grey beauty.

Kakashi shivers from the tone of voice; he shakes his head, embarrassed for his reaction, but he was not expecting for the dark guy to talk to him in the first place. He blinks and tries to focus his brain in control of his mouth and engage in a conversation. That is the opportunity he was looking for, another human wants to talk to him. He closes his book and places it in his backpack.

"Ha… Hatake Kakashi," he says, looking at the man in front of him, his eyes looking at the man again, this time for real; he sees the man's face and feels like blushing because that posture is to forward for him. He is not used to talking with people but he knows when someone is trying to hit on him.

"What do you want to eat?" asks Iruka after licking his lips slowly. Kakashi gulps after that, his brain shouting to him to run for his life, but he chooses to stay and see what this man wants; maybe he is just overreacting and that is the way people talk this days.

"I always take the option 3," Kakashi says without stuttering and with a more level voice that makes Iruka feel pleased; looks like Kakashi is feeling comfortable with him.

"What is it, option 3?" asks Iruka, leaning on his elbow in a more relaxed position.

"Well it has a steak with mashed potatoes, rice and boiled vegetables, with fruit water and a dessert. I take strawberry water and I don't like the dessert, it is too sweet." All is said with three fingers up, and each one is touched when it's his turn. Iruka can see that Kakashi is very organized and has a method for everything.

"You take that all the time?" Iruka knows the answer to that one, but he wants to see the reaction of the other. Kakashi looks at Iruka with incredulity, because option 3 is delicious!.

"Yes of course, what are you going to take?" Kakashi asks, trying to be polite, but looking past Iruka to see why his food is not there. The waiter waves at him with a smile and winks at him; that takes Kakashi by surprise because that's never happened before.

Nothing is like he can always see, because he's never had company, never talked at all, never waited too long for his food and never lost track of the time; what time is it by the way? Kakashi looks at his plastic watch on his right arm. He only has 10 minutes to eat. Iruka smiles when he sees the surprised and confused face of the grey beauty.

"Well I was thinking of taking the sirloin with butter, with an oven roasted potato, vegetables and bread. Maybe a coke and one apple pie," the dark man says smiling all the time; to Kakashi that sounds nice. In that moment the waitress walks towards them with their food on a tray. It smells great; Kakashi sees his plate and then the one of the other male, and suddenly option 3 is not that delicious anymore.

Iruka smirks, knowing his food looks better than the one in front of Kakashi, yes it is more expensive but it is worth it. They start to eat in silence. Kakashi's eyes are more droopy than usual, he feels like a real loser now; he never ever saw other things in the menu, being with other people makes you see how pathetic you really are, is what he is thinking while munching.

The black-dressed man looks up and sees the sad expression on Kakashi's face; he feels alarmed, he never wanted for him to feel less or anything like that. In that moment he takes his food and moves from his place and takes a seat to the left side of Kakashi, who is eating without noticing the movement.

Suddenly a fork with food is placed in front of Kakashi's eyes; he moves, taken aback, his nose taking the delicious smell of the meat and his mouth waters. He looks at his side; Iruka is smiling tenderly at him, waiting for him to take the food. Kakashi doesn't want to eat that…

Without thinking Kakashi takes the food and makes a hum sound, closing his eyes; in that instant Iruka blushes and his pupils are dilated, he wants to kiss him there, but he keeps his composure and waits for Kakashi to end his orgasmic reaction.

Kakashi sighs after swallowing, that is real food! He opens his eyes and looks at the smirk on the other's face; he blushes and scoffs, trying to hide it.

"Delicious," says Iruka, offering another bite. Kakashi opens his mouth, verily wanting more, but he restrains himself; he is not like that, he really is becoming weird. He sees Iruka lick his lips again and he does the same. Iruka places the food, touching his lips and waiting. The other opens his mouth with a shuddered sigh and takes the bite slowly, enjoying the taste and the warmth. Talking about comforting food.

Kakashi hears something while he is chewing. He opens his eyes and catches a hand retreating from his side; he looks down and sees the same dish Iruka is having. He makes an 'ah' sound with a gasp that causes a reaction in Iruka, who leans over and cleans Kakashi's face with his napkin.

"I…I can't…" Kakashi starts to say, but Iruka interrupts him.

"Don't worry, it's on me, eat before it gets cold," with a small nod Kakashi eats, humming and making noises he never thought he was going to make. Iruka eats, enjoying the view; that smile on that face is all that he needs now.

"Can I have a coke?" asks Kakash,i making Iruka laugh; he is smiling like never before, it is good to talk with people after all.

They eat their food, Iruka is paying for all, so he doesn't let Kakashi take out his wallet. Kakashi waits for Iruka outside of the restaurant; he is looking around with a small smile. All looks different, the trees are more green than usual, oh! Look at that cute dog. He feels content and all his body is radiating it.

They walk together in silence. Kakashi is looking around and walking more like a human. Iruka can't take his eyes off him; Kakashi stops abruptly, looks at his watch and looks at Iruka with terror.

"I have to go, it is so late, thank you for all, I owe you one, bye!" he says fast and starts to run, he is one and a half hours late!

Iruka chuckles and finally laughs, that Kakashi is one of a kind.

"See you tonight," he says in a whisper.

Kakashi enters the building panting; the security guard looks at him with surprise, he's never seen Mr. Hatake do anything besides walk and breathe, he is all flushed from the effort and his hair is out of his face.

"I'm sorry, I'm late I know, but the food was really good," he says, panting and checking his ID card. He walks faster to his office; the others are looking at him astonished, because they've never seen him so alive.

The rest of the afternoon went fast; he doesn't think about the incident at lunch time that much, but the warm feeling stays with him all the time. It is late again, but not like the other night; it is around 8:30, it is a new record, normally he is out of work around 9:30 or 10. He smiles, feeling that was a good day.

He tidies up his office a little and is going to take his backpack when he takes notice it is not there, he must have forgotten it in the restaurant. He sighs scratching his head, not all can be perfect. Good thing he always keeps a copy of his house key in his desk drawer.

Walking slowly out of the building, he says good night to the guard and goes out. He still can remember the food and the face of that Umino Iruka, it is a nice name. He is near his house when he sees a nice black car parked in front of his home. It is a rather nice one, looks like a brand new Jaguar X-type 3.0 executive, not that he knows about cars.

He walks past the car, and in that moment the door of it opens; he tries not to look because that is rude.

"Kakashi," he hears a known voice; he turns surprised, he knows someone with a Jaguar! He opens his mouth and his eyes, there in a rather nice dark blue suit is Umino Iruka. He smiles, feeling butterflies in his stomach.

"Go… good night," he says a little embarrassed, because he is in his normal work clothes.

"I have something that is yours," Iruka tells him, walking to him; he has Kakashi's backpack in his hand. Kakashi smiles and walks to him, extending his hand. Iruka takes his hand and pulls Kakashi to him, making him stumble and collide with him. Kakashi huffs, because Iruka has a strong chest; he is more like the scrawny type.

Iruka hugs him, encircling his waist. The bag is in one of his hands; he is looking at Kakashi, who is trying to gain his footing. He stands and tries to move away, mumbling a sorry, but Iruka doesn't let him go.

"I… I'm sorry," he was saying, blushing and trying to move away. Iruka chuckles and lets him go verily, not taking his hands off him.

Kakashi tries to move away, but Iruka is stronger than him, so he opts to look at the face of the man and try to search for some kind of understanding of what is happening there. When Iruka sees those confused eyes, he smiles and leans forward. Kakashi is taller than him, that he knows it, but he never stands at his full height so they are at the same height now; he moves his face closer to Kakashi's.

He blushes, but at the same time, he was expecting something; his day was a better one since he'd met at this man, so his genius mind was telling him to wait before running for his life, like his body was trying to do.

"You ditched me yesterday, Kakashi, I was waiting for you." Kakashi was feeling the air of those words in his mouth; he shivered after Iruka ended his speech, the way he says you is sexy, and he smells nice, wait what! He was waiting?

"The card was from you?" he is trying to ignore the way Iruka's hands were touching his lower back.

"Yes Kakashi, I want to go out with you, can we? You can sleep in the car until we arrive at the club." Kakashi was surprised; how it all turned out like this in just one day, why he is letting the guy touch him and be so close to him, maybe he really is lonely after all.

"O… ok, I'll go, just let me change," he says, pushing Iruka's body away from his.

"No you are not, if I let you go, you are going to run." Iruka tightens his hold on Kakashi.

"I won't," Kakashi says with his eyes down and stopping all resistance, he really wants to go out and see the world again, after all those years of living in a cardboard box.

"Look at me" says Iruka, moving away the messy silver hair and looking at those downcast eyes. Kakashi did it slowly. His eyes were sad but excited at the same time.

"Promise," Kakashi nods at this. Iruka lets go of him and offers him his backpack; Kakashi takes it with a small smile. He walks to his house slowly, replaying in his mind all of his day. It was like Iruka knew all his routines and he'd been watching him for a long time, maybe it was not a good thing go out at night with a strong stranger. The world was not a safe place to be.

When he was about to open his door, he turns around and looks at Iruka, who is standing at the side of the front passenger door waiting for him with a relaxed posture. Iruka didn't look like a crazy man or a serial killer, but they say they look like normal people, but a man with a nice suit and an expensive car was not normal.

Iruka observes each of the moves of Kakashi, looking at how his body was hidden under all those baggy clothes; when Kakashi stops in his door he keeps still, but ready to run and stop him from escaping. Today was his day and there was no way in hell he was going to lose Kakashi, not after looking at him so close; now he knows how he smells and how soft his hair is, and that his eyes are not of the same color.

They stay for some seconds looking at each other, then like out of the darkness was a smile on Kakashi's face, so bright and handsome. He opens his door and did a sign with his hand; he enters and closed the door.

Iruka was confused; what was all that, did the man just walk out on him or was he saying he was not taking too much time? He felt annoyance start to grow and he grimaced; just his luck. He knew Kakashi was smart but he didn't know he was tricky.

Well that is a good point on him; he was unpredictable, a good point, because Iruka loves challenges. Kakashi is going to be part of him, which is what he was waiting for all this time. Besides, Iruka was not a patient man in reality, but he knew Kakashi could be scared if he moves before, Iruka understood him, a little more now.

He felt cheated after 20 minutes of waiting and was about to move when the door of Kakashi's house opens, revealing a very handsome man with nice clothes; he never thought Kakashi could be that lean and look nice at the same time. He was wearing black slacks that were a straight fit, they were nice, just showing the right, with a blue and white vertical striped Jermyn Street dress shirt with long sleeves that gave Kakashi's slim body, the right way to show how nice his body was. Black suede Grosvenor Oxford shoes, rather nice, not that he knew of shoes or clothes. And finally he could see some kind of black jacket in his hand.

Plus his hair was groomed and tamed, falling to his left side, hiding his eye and the scar he just saw before. Just one word to describe the way Iruka saw him: gorgeous. Kakashi walks awkwardly to his side; the clothes were the most elegant he has, and he never uses them because it was not his way to dress, he felt exposed. And the way Iruka is looking at him is not helping.

He was near Iruka when he slips on something and almost falls, but Iruka catches him in time. His heart is beating faster but when he looks at Iruka it almost stops.

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