Well all, here's chapter seven. I hope all of you enjoy this chapter. It's actually one of my longest. Hopefully Roy's not too OOC. I tried hard to keep them all in chacter. But thats kind of hard to do sometimes. I do not own FMA or the song used in this chapter. All rights go to their respected owners.

Also, once again, a great big thanks to all my reviewers. I have a lot of fun writting this story, and you all give me motivation to continue.

Roy's Pov

Edward was sitting on the second bed of the hotel room. "Why did they send a Bastard like you as my backup?" I heard Fullmetal mumble. "Fullmetal, this was not my idea, so just deal with it. Now, what's the situation?" I heard him sigh as he adjusted his position so his arms were resting on his legs and his head was hanging to where I could only see the top of his head. "It's bad Mustang. One person is kidnapped every few week, then the day after the person is taken, we find the previous one. Some are found alive, some aren't. No matter how they are found, it isn't pretty. The live ones are damaged both mentally and physically. They are lucky if they can even remember their name. The ones found dead are damaged physically, probably went through mental torture as well, but we'll never know. Shit, give me a case with chimeras any day; I want this one over with."

Fullmetal fell back on his bed at this point, eyes gone dark with guilt at not being able to stop the killer. I knew he was thinking of Nina again. Whenever there was a killer on the loose or a child lost their life because someone felt the need to play God, Edward would always take all the guilt onto himself. I felt sorry for him; I hated seeing those eyes turn dull I sighed as I responded. "Edward, you can't blame yourself, the only one to blame here is the killer. With the two of us on this case it will be solved before you know it." Now to change the subject and get his mind focused on something else. "So, how do you disguise your automail?"

He whipped his head around in shock. "What, how'd you know I disguised my automail?" I just gave a shrug. "I know you, in a situation as bad as this you would want to do anything to prevent your real identity from being known. So I figured that one thing that you could do is to disguise your automail… too bad we can't make you taller, but then again, being as short as you are should help you stay out of everyone's view." I smirked at this comment. I knew that it would distract him from his depression. I saw him start shaking at an attempt to hold in his shout of outrage. Wow, I'm surprised he's holding it in so long. "WHO YOU CALLING SO SMALL THAT HE WOULD GET STEPED ON BECAUSE HE'S SMALLER THAN A SHOT GLASS!" "You Fullmetal, anyway, about the automail?" He drew in a deep breath in an attempt to calm down. "Part of it is Winry's new design. There apparently is a new metal that she is experimenting with that is very light, but very strong. The other part is this covering that Al designed that looks like human flesh. As long as no one gets too good a look or tries to feel it, my automail can pass as normal limbs. Speaking of disguises, you need one. If anything, you should probably disguise your hair at least. Maybe blue hair would look good." Did Edward just give me a compliment? "Ok, let's try to get my disguise worked out."

Two hours later I was looking in the mirror, admiring the transformation that Edward had pulled off. I now had blue hair, gray eyes, a fake tattoo on my right arm, and a fake scar that ran from the outer corner of my left eye to the left corner of my lips. I must say that only my good friends would recognize me in this getup.

"Good job Fullmetal, now, what does your disguise look like?" I looked over to where he was leaning against the bathroom wall, one foot propped up on the wall along with his back. His head was turned towards the wall on his left and he looked lost in thought. I immediately took a mental gasp. Oh my, when did he go from handsome to drop-dead gorgeous? "Purple hair and green eyes, along with leather pants, cowboy boots and a black long sleeve dress top when I'm bartending. When I'm acting as a bouncer I wear tight black jeans with a tight black t-shirt. You'll see when we go into work tomorrow." He looked over at me, smirking in the process. "You might take over bartending for me; he wouldn't trust you as a bouncer looking how you currently do. Oh and by the way, you need to be more discrete when you decide to stare at people, someone people might think that you liked what you were looking at." He pushed himself off the wall with his foot before heading back out to the bedroom. I could only stare at the back of his head. How did he know I was staring, he wasn't even paying attention to anything in this world.

I changed into my pajamas and headed out to my bed to lie down for the night. Before I fell asleep I heard Edward quietly calling my name. "Hey Mustang, you still awake?" I looked over at him. "Yea, do you need something?" "I'm sorry I called you a bastard earlier. I was upset at the situation and took it out on you." I rolled over on the bed and found his golden eyes staring at me from across the room. "It's alright Edward; I didn't take it personally. I know that you were upset. Just get some sleep; we have a full day tomorrow. Good night." I was almost asleep when I heard him answer back. "Good night to you too, Roy." I feel asleep feeling strangely happy that Edward had called me by name.

The next day saw us at the club early. I had to meet the manager then it was our job to make sure the bar was stocked and everything was ready to open that night. Come evening, both Fullmetal and I were working at the bar. He was showing me the ropes and how to do all the tricks that were necessary for the job. All of the customers were enthralled with him. "Hey Tony, Can you guard Shane tonight while I take my break? The boss won't let me guard him tonight since I need usually guard him on my break. Stupid labor laws." Hmm, Tony…Still can't believe that is my cover name. Oh well, could be worse. "I'll be fine Matt, don't forget to watch Shane's performance, I'm sure he wouldn't want you to miss it." As Fullmetal, sorry, Matt walked to the end of the bar he called back over his shoulder with a laugh. "Don't worry; I wouldn't miss it for the world." I knew what I had to do at this point. After Shane's dance, I was going to escort him back to his dressing room and confront him with the truth.

The owner of the club started heading to the stage for tonight's introductions. "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Club Forbidden. It is once again our pleasure have Shane Maxwell dancing for us. He just returned from a visit to central where he preformed for the military." As he threw his left arm out, the lights dimmed and the spotlights turned on. "Please welcome Shane Maxwell!" He hurried off the stage as the music began to play.

Oh...
I feel like I've been locked up tight
For a century of lonely nights
Waiting for someone
To release me

Shane walked into the center light, hips swaying back and forth, head down and green hair obscuring his face. He looked as good in this outfit as he did in the military uniform. The black cloak was fluttering behind him, giving a full view of his skin tight leather pants and the tight purple t-shirt. He brought his arms up around his chest. His entire body started rocking back and forth, head swinging with the motion. His body stopped swaying, but his hips kept moving. His right arm moved away from his body, followed by his left, leaving them spread straight out to the sides of his body.

You're licking your lips and blowing kisses my way
But that don't mean I'm gonna give it away
Baby, baby, baby
(baby, baby, baby)

He raised his head and looked me in the eyes. He licked his lips, and then blew a kiss my way. He then brought his left hand up to cup his face and turn away from me, holding his right hand up in a stop motion. His hands dropped to his sides and he threw his head back.

Oh whoa...
My body's saying let's go
Oh whoa...
But my heart is saying no (no)

He started popping his left hip, allowing the motion to turn him back around to the front. From this hip pop he moved into his normal hip motions. He drug his left hand up and down his chest slowly while his right hand worked on the tie of the cloak. It fluttered behind him, only to be kicked backstage when it hit the ground.

As the rest of the song continued, he worked the audience into a frenzy, losing more of his costume at random parts of the song. When the song ended I made my way back stage to put my plan into action. No way he can denying it now, I'm going to make him confess. "Hey Shane, how about I walk you back to your dressing room, just in case any of your overzealous fans try to get back here. He gave me an odd look at that comment, but just shrugged. "Sure, why not. How long are you on break for?" Break, yea right, like I'm on break. "I'm not on a break, I'm pulling security duty. Have to make sure the famous Shane makes it back to his dressing room in one piece with no problems along the way. Ah were here. I'll leave you to get changed now. I'll see you later." As I turned to go I felt his hand on my shoulder. "You did say you weren't supposed to leave me with any problems, correct?" I just nodded. "Well then, why don't you come in for a minute, make sure no one snuck into my dressing room to wait."

We walked through his door; the lights were turned on their lowest setting. "No one is here. Have a seat Tony, or would you prefer Roy? Don't looked surprised, Ed had to tell me that you two were here in disguise, otherwise I would never trust you as an escort. Now, why don't you sit on the couch while I change out of my work clothes. I'll be out in a minute. I looked around again, noticing a bowl full of dark water sitting on the table. "You can sit down you know, the couch won't bite, but I might. He chuckled and proceeded to advance on me, forcing me to walk backward, eventually falling onto the couch He had on a regular t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants. "I thought you said it was all a test before Shane, that you didn't want to hurt Edward." I heard him chuckle deeply in his throat. "That was before. It's been a week and neither of you have made a move. I want you Roy, and if you wanted Ed bad enough, you would have made told him already." I felt him climb on my lap, his legs on either side of my own. His teeth nibbled my ear, drawing an unwilling moan from my throat.

"You're right you know," my voice rough with need. I wrapped my hands around him; bring him closer to me. "I should have admitted my feeling for you a long time ago Edward."

How many of you saw that Ed was Shane? I tried to throw out clues all along. I'm actually suprised it took me seven chapters to get to the reveal. The next chapter will start to deal with this mysterious serial killer. Question for you all. Do you all think that there should be a lemon in this story?

Anyway, please review and tell me what you think of the chapter, along with an answer to my question.

~Silver~