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Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

Meanwhile, the tall Austrian seemed to be living peacefully. He no longer worried about people getting kidnapped or awkward fights between friends. Of course, he kept monitoring Ellery to make sure he didn't leak any information about his secret.
Just as Fredrich's life returned to its blissful regularity, the package arrived. He opened it up to find nothing but papers and a backstage pass. A grimace flashed across his face when he held up the pass, was he honestly expected to still come? He wanted nothing to do with the- Spotting Ethan's name, Fredrich picked up the paper and skimmed it. "I see..." he murmured to himself before seeing the picture which instilled a chuckle within him. Ah. Clever trick, Ellery, but it would take more than a Selfie Sunday picture to guilt trip him. It was when he was about to throw it away that he saw the writing on the back. Reading it slowly, Fredrich's expression softened. "...I see."

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

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Moments after Fredrich walked in, the door was once again opened, this time by a familiar small figure with green eyes that practically glowed int he dark. He was speaking to a tall blonde beside him in careful English, as if he was still in the process of teaching the other it. "Don't worry, Eun-Ho," he said, raising a hand to touch the blonde's upper arm. "I promise, next time, we'll find him. Although why I'm reassuring you about this, I don't really know-"
"It's just, you love him so much!" sputtered Eun-Ho through his tears, whimpering like a small child. "You're like, you know, brothers and stuff, and brotherly love, IT'S SO SAD!!" He collapsed into sobs again, leaning on a side table once they were inside the apartment and covering his face.
Ellery only shook his head and sighed, wrapping an arm around the man and helping him to the couch. "Come on, I'll make you some tea before you go back to your hotel."
It was then that Ellery could smell that familiar cologne, that smelled fresher than the apartment and like it was being worn. Finally looking into the apartment, he saw unavoidable proof of what he'd been waiting for all these days: Fredrich was home. Letting out a small cry, he let Eun-Ho fall to the ground and ran forward into the detective's arms, wrapping his own around the man's neck and smiling as joyfully as he could. "Welcome home, Fredrich!" he greeted, slightly embarrassed by the delay. "Oh, I thought you weren't coming home until tomorrow. Why didn't you tell me? If I'd known, I would've gone out earlier!"
Ellery, most likely noticeably to the detective, opted not to tell him A) why Eun-Ho was there at all, and B) what he was doing out so late.
Meanwhile, on the ground, Eun-Ho pushed himself up a bit and wiped his eyes, blurry vision nearly taking away from the detective's good looks. Remembering with ease who he was in front of, he managed to scoot back a bit, wide eyes on the man. Images that he'd concocted since their last meeting flitted through his mind, most noticeably the one that had the tall, manly detective wearing a kitten-maid cosplay and licking at his-
"D-Detective Waltz!" he greeted, surprising himself and Ellery with his sudden loudness. "How nice to see you again!"

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Once Ellery felt his feet once again touching the floor and had himself mostly under control, he leaned back a little as well and looked to Eun-Ho. "Get off the floor, you idiot," he sighed in such a way that only an older brother could to his younger, more stupid brother. "You're going to flood the carpet with your tears."
He sniffled and stood up, images still flickering. Now, he could see the handsome detective laying in a bathtub, bubbles starting to disappear and his cheeks getting redder as the island over his area grew smaller and smaller until-
"The last time we met, you punched me!" he said suddenly, causing Ellery to reach out a hand and snap his fingers by his ear.
"Hey, Eun-Ho, Fredrich's just gotten home from a hard week at work. What's wrong with you?"
The Korean stood completely still, eyes on the detective and teeth chewing on his bottom lip when he finally realized he had somewhere else to be. "Damn it, Ellery, you and the pretty detective distracted me!!" he cried in Korean, gathering his things into his arms and starting for the door, his rambling speech now turning back to accented English. "I'll come by to pick you up at seven. Don't take too long or we'll miss our flight." He looked back to Fredrich, now seeing the man in a stewardesses outfit, asking him if he could really fly the plane with him in his lap and hiking up his skirt higher and higher and higher until-
"BYE!"
The songwriter let out an exasperated chuckle, moving away from Fredrich to shut the door behind the blonde. He turned around once it was closed and leaned on the wood, pretty eyes shining at the man. "Now then, I'm guessing you have a few questions to ask me," he supposed, reaching upwards with one hand to tuck a brown strand of hair behind his ear. "Ask away."

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Ellery chuckled at how the man didn't hold back, nodded his understanding and answering. "Daniel's in his bedroom asleep, the babysitter left just before I think you came in, I've been forced into another tour that starts tomorrow night so I have to leave early in the morning, and I think Eun-Ho has a bit of a crush on you." The young songwriter stepped closer to Fredrich, setting his hands on his chest and pulling the rest of the tie off. "Now then. You've been out on your case for a week and I've been missing you." The slender male's hands tossed the tie to the couch and started to unbutton the white shirt. "You can go bathe first while I tidy up the room, alright?"

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With a small smile, Ellery waved him off and walked into the bedroom, changing quickly into his bedclothes of a large beige shirt and a pair of mint green short shorts. He opened up the man's drawers, pulling out a pair of clean blue pajama pants and laying them on the bed. The collar of his shirt fell off his shoulder, exposing the porcelain skin as he adjusted the sheets. Having already taken a bath shortly before leaving the hotel that he'd been looking for Basil in due to Eu-Ho forcing him to cool down his stress, Ellery was already clean and smelling good. All he was missing was that perfect detective just for a few minutes.
Standing upright, the songwriter smiled to himself before looking over his shoulder and calling out to his lover. "Fredrich, are you almost finished?" he asked, raising his hands to his hair to bind it back into a ponytail.

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"Of course I do," said Ellery as he sat on the edge of the bed, smooth white legs crossing as his fingers toyed with the edge of his shirt. "I mean, I did live with you before this." His nervousness for their first night together (short as it may be) was clear, and he looked away so Fredrich could change not only out if modesty, but out of pure fear of whether or not Cameron had lied about the detective's size. Suddenly, the young songwriter stood, walking over to the bedside table and reaching behind his neck to undo his necklace, a small silver heart that said "Little brother" in delicate cursive, his back to the detective. "So I heard you caught the real attacker of the principal," he told the taller, older male, cheeks bright red. "Who was it?"

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"Jealousy can move mountains, as I've seen," sighed Ellery, setting the necklace of the wood while he forced down his nervousness. Finally summoning the last of his courage, the green-eyed male stood up and walked around the bed, going to the side that was his and bending down to pull back the covers, his shirt falling upwards a bit to expose more soft skin. "Poor kid, though. He's probably ruined himself and all because he couldn't control his envy."
Ellery got into the bed and lay back against the pillows, eyes staring up at the ceiling so he wouldn't catch sight of that beautiful and still shirtless man and lose all his self-control. "I suppose I can assume that Mr. Court's been released from prison, then," he said rather than asked. "He's a good guy. Lock seems to admire him greatly." He reached down one hand to adjust the covers, keeping sure that his lower half was covered up. "Are you happy that the case is over?"