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AN: This fic is dedicated to my Fandom Trumps Hate 2018 recipient!
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An Unexpected Encounter by luvsanime02
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When Trowa enters the club, he notices that once again there's a familiar figure at the bar. Trowa's been coming here for a few weeks now, and he almost always sees the same man also there, usually sitting at the bar. He's never drinking, though. Instead, he's turned around towards the crowd, and his dark eyes are watching everyone with a sharp focus.
It's that focus and intelligence, mixed with some arrogance, that calls to Trowa, and he decides to walk over there. The other man watches him, clearly noticing his purposeful movements even from across the room. When Trowa is standing in front of him, he holds out a hand, silently asking the other man if he'd like to dance.
Trowa's not sure if he'll accept, but he does almost immediately, grasping Trowa's hand with strong, though slightly chilly, fingers and walking ahead of him through the crowd. Trowa turns him around so that they're facing each other and wraps his arms around the man's waist, pressing them close together and leaning in until he's looking directly into the other man's eyes from barely a few inches away.
"Hi," he says, because at least now he can introduce himself without shouting. "My name's Trowa."
The other man runs his hands slowly up Trowa's chest, and then wraps his arms around Trowa's neck, pulling him just a little bit closer now. Their lips are almost brushing together. "Chang Wufei," he says, returning the greeting.
"You're here often," Trowa says, trying to strike up a conversation without asking anything too personal. Some people don't even exchange names, but Trowa's been curious about Wufei for some time now.
Wufei raises an eyebrow. "Was that a question?" he asks teasingly. He tilts his head before Trowa can think about how to respond, and then they're kissing.
Trowa groans quietly at the feel of those demanding lips and the agile tongue that licks its way into his mouth, flicking against his own and inviting him to join in this dance, too. He eagerly complies, pulling Wufei's body flush against his own, only for Wufei to choose that moment to pull back, leaving Trowa a little breathless and looking forward to more.
"Maybe I've just been looking for someone… interesting," Wufei says, smirking.
One of Trowa's hands runs slowly up Wufei's back, and then down again, before resting lightly on one of his hips. "Think you've found that person?" Trowa asks, leaning in to kiss Wufei again, and sucking on his lower lip briefly, wanting to tease him back a little bit.
"Maybe," Wufei answers, his voice softer and deeper now. The sound goes straight to Trowa's groin, and he shifts his hips against Wufei more purposely. They're not quite grinding together while dancing, but they're both definitely moving deliberately. "You've been watching me," Wufei says then, surprising Trowa. He hadn't thought that Wufei had noticed.
"You've been watching me, too," Trowa replies, knowing that it must be true if Wufei has noticed Trowa watching him. Obviously, Trowa should have approached him sooner.
"Like I said, I've been searching for someone interesting," Wufei says, his fingers brushing against Trowa's neck while they dance. His hands still feel cool, and Trowa wonders if Wufei's cold. He is only wearing a sleeveless, dark red Mandarin collar shirt and tight jeans.
"Me, too," Trowa admits.
Wufei leans forward, until his lips are touching Trowa's ear. "Want to get out of here?" he asks.
His meaning definitely isn't lost on Trowa, and he nods, trying not to seem too eager. He's probably failing, but Wufei doesn't seem to mind. "Absolutely," he says.
Wufei leads the way, and Trowa has no problem with following him. He remembers to grab his coat just before they leave, luckily. Not because Trowa's all that cold, but he stops Wufei when they step outside into the chilly, October air. "Here," he says, and drapes the coat over Wufei's shoulders.
The coat is big on Trowa, and it practically hides Wufei, who gives him an amused look. "I'm not cold," he says, but he still puts his arms through the sleeves of the long, black coat and wraps it tightly around himself.
"It looks good on you anyway," Trowa says, which is nothing but the truth. Wufei turns his head away, but not before Trowa sees a pleased smile appear on his face. "My car's this way," he says then, nicely changing the subject.
He's parked a couple of streets away from the club, which is the main reason why he offered Wufei his coat. Trowa's sweater is keeping him warm enough, but Wufei's shirt, though appealing, isn't really suitable for the weather. Trowa's honestly surprised that Wufei didn't bring a coat himself.
Wufei's looking around interestedly. Trowa almost asks him what he's so intently watching, but he bites back the question at the last minute. There's a mysterious air about Wufei, somehow, and Trowa can admit to himself that he likes it. The walk isn't uncomfortable, even though they're both currently being quiet, and Trowa makes sure to walk close enough to Wufei that the other man's shoulder brushes occasionally against his arm.
Suddenly, Wufei looks upwards and snorts, clearly amused at something. Trowa raises an eyebrow, and looks upwards, too. There's a full moon out tonight, just peeking out from behind some thin cloud cover right now. Trowa looks back down at Wufei. "Not a fan of the atmosphere?" he asks lightly.
Wufei shakes his head. "I feel like a werewolf is going to attack us at any moment," he says wryly, and then gives Trowa a sharp smile. "Or a ghost is going to follow us to your car."
Trowa laughs. "It is the right time of the year, I guess," he agrees, amused by the notion. "I was hoping more for a vampire myself."
"Why?" Wufei asks, looking at him in confusion.
"Well, if I'm going to be attacked and killed, I'd at least like my attacker to get something out of it besides some fun. Don't vampires hunt for sustenance?" Trowa asks practically.
Wufei hides another smile, ducking his head down so that the lower half of his face is covered by the coat's collar. "The werewolf could eat you," he points out reasonably.
Trowa smothers a laugh. "Well, that's morbid," he says, not minding in the slightest.
"And a vampire sucking you dry for a snack isn't?" Wufei demands. He doesn't sound upset, either. Looks like they both have a rather dark sense of humor.
"Lucky for me, I guess, that you're not a werewolf or a vampire," Trowa says.
Wufei snorts. "No, I'm definitely not," he replies. "Though I suppose hanging out in a club and preying on the people there would be a good plan, if I were."
"Are you actually considering how a supernatural being would hunt for food?" Trowa asks, delighted at how easy it is for him to talk with Wufei, even about the oddest of topics.
"You brought up the subject," Wufei retorts.
Trowa's car is right ahead, and he unlocks it before walking forwards to open the passenger door for Wufei, who gives him an amused look at the act before sliding into the seat. "You were the one who noticed the full moon," Trowa says, and then shuts the door once Wufei's inside.
He walks around the car and gets in, turning on the engine. "My place or yours?" he asks, not really having a preference.
Wufei types an address into the GPS, which answers that question. "Mine," he says. "It's not that far from here."
"Alright," Trowa agrees, and starts driving. "No wonder you're at that club so often, then, if you live close by."
He doesn't realize quite how that sounds until Wufei turns his head and raises an eyebrow at him. "Just how long have you been watching me, to know that?" he asks. Luckily, he doesn't sound offended or creeped out, but still.
Trowa refuses to answer with the truth. "The past couple of days," he says, trying to keep his tone purposely vague. "I didn't even know there was a club in that row of warehouses," he continues, quickly changing the subject. "Before then, I was going to this place on Franklin, which isn't really all that great. This place is a little farther from my apartment, but it's a lot nicer."
Meaning that Trowa hasn't been worried about being drugged yet, or coming across someone very unpleasant in the bathrooms, at this club. Both of which have happened to him at the other place, though thankfully, Trowa was with a friend when he was drugged, and they got him out of the club and home safely. It was still a frankly terrifying experience, that sudden and complete loss of control, and Trowa hasn't been back to that club since.
"I'm glad you switched haunts," Wufei says.
Trowa snorts. "Back on the ghost thing?" he asks, though he's only teasing. "Are you trying to scare me?"
"Would a ghost scare you?" Wufei asks, ignoring his first question. "It would startle and unnerve most people."
Trowa shrugs. "I don't believe in things like that," he admits. "I think there'd be a lot more actual evidence if ghosts and such existed."
"So, you think that everyone who says they've ever seen a ghost is lying?" Wufei asks, sounding very curious.
Trowa thinks about that for a few minutes. "No," he finally decides. "I don't necessarily think that they're all lying, just that they're mistaken about what they've seen."
Wufei nods. "That makes sense, I suppose."
Trowa glances at Wufei, and sees him staring out the window now. He looks… pensive. It belatedly occurs to Trowa that he's probably being insensitive, or something. His foster sister, Cathy, says that Trowa does that a lot without meaning to.
"Do you believe in ghosts?" Trowa asks, not sure if he should continue the subject or not, but unable to think of anything else to say. He turns onto a long stretch of dark road, with nothing but trees lining one side and a ditch on the other. Fields are spread out farther back on both sides of the road, with corn stalks planted in neat rows. It's the perfect setting for their conversation.
Wufei smirks. "Yes," he says simply.
"Ever seen one?" Trowa asks, wondering how Wufei will answer that question after what Trowa just said.
Wufei only laughs, though. "No, I've never seen a ghost," he replies.
"Then, why do you believe in them?" Trowa asks, curious. He knows that most people who don't believe in ghosts believe in an afterlife instead, and so he wonders if being a fellow atheist is a part of Wufei's reasoning for thinking that ghosts are real.
There's no response, and Trowa glances over again. He's so surprised by what he sees that he jerks the wheel in response and almost drives into the ditch. Yanking the car back onto the road, Trowa comes to an abrupt stop. Heart pounding, he looks over again at the passenger seat, staring in disbelief.
No one's there. Wufei is gone. Somehow, he's disappeared from the car.
"Well, shit," Trowa says into the sudden silence. It sums up his current feelings pretty well, so he repeats the curse, running a shaky hand through his hair. "Shit."