Dragon: To Mic: In American colleges, if you are studying your major it doesn't matter the age or the year. So Seth and Atemu could be in the same class even if one is a freshman and the other is a sophomore.

To Nachzes Black-rider: Your response is in my LJ since it was too long to post here. The link is in my bio.

NOTICE: ANother pairing in this chapter of BakuraxAtemu. There was a lemon at the end of this chapter but since it bordered on NC-17 I took it out and posted it on AFF under the name of ChaosDragon61 or it will be posted at my Yahoo group Kokoro no Yami.

Chapter 2

Pale bare feet stepped lightly onto the cobalt and white-checkered tile that lined the bathroom floor. Warm inviting steam rolled out of the recently ended shower, fixing a thin layer of condensation on the oversized mirror obscuring the view of the lone occupant. Securing the pristine white terrycloth towel around his waist, Seto made his way over to the sink to grab some Q-tips from under the counter.

Once he had finished he scowled at the fog that had yet to leave the mirror completely, having no patience even for something so stupid as that. Taking the towel off from around his waist, he brought it up to the mirror and began to wipe it off and smirked when he saw his reflection finally.

"Damn it! Why that fucking son of a bitch….how dare….rip that bastard's… GAH!"

Seto looked up at the ceiling and blew out a long breath before he wrapped the towel back around him and walked out of the bathroom and into the hallway to see his older twin storming around their shared apartment. He watched with a smirk on his face as Seth threw his book bag rather forcefully onto the floor.

"Cocky bastard just who the hell does he think he is? Does he not know… the nerve of him! Acting like he….who the fuck is he?"

"You know," Seto began as he leaned against the doorframe, "If you talked in complete sentences I might know what you are talking about."

Seth whirled around and glared at his younger, smug-looking brother. "That fucking punk is who I'm talking about. Found out he's in my anthropology class and he fucking flipped me off again, in class, where everyone saw and to make it worse he seems to be buddy-buddy with that white-haired asshole whatever his name is."

"Ah." Seto pushed himself off the wall and walked back into his room, not really giving a damn about some punk that seemed to be getting the better of his brother.

"What? No comment, no smartass comeback?" Seth asked as he followed his brother back into Seto's room.

"Nope. I personally don't give a damn if some nobody is pissing you off. You're a Kaiba, so act like it."

Seth snorted as he crossed his arms, glaring slightly at Seto as the other one began to look through his closet. "Is that your answer for everything? Act like a Kaiba, be a Kaiba?"

"Of course." Seto stepped back and laid the selected garments on to the dark blue comforter-lined bed. "We're better than every one else and you'll do good to remember that."

"Whatever you say, little brother."

Seto growled as he heard Seth walk out in his room and into his, slamming the door behind him. Seth and he had never been openly close. Something that his father took pride in was the fact that it was because of him that they were this way. However, last year the two had relied on each other more than usual; but still only choosing to show how they felt by watching each other's back. But this year, Seth seemed to be needing, wanting something more from him. What that was, he had no idea. And the strange thing was that worried him.

But he wouldn't concern himself with that right now. There was a party tonight and he knew there would be a generous amount of alcohol there. Maybe that would help fix whatever was going on with his twin. And if it didn't, well then they could pick a good fight. Knocking someone's face in always made them feel better.

Hopefully that little punk would be there and he could teach him not to mess with his brother.

"Mocoso?"

"In the bathroom Atemu."

Placing his bag on the floor beside his bed, Atemu walked over to the closed door and crossed his arms. "What are you doing?"

"Don't make me answer that." The muffled reply came.

"Oh, ok never mind then. When you come out I want to talk to you."

"About what?"

"I don't feel like talking to a door, Mocoso."

"Alright, alright. I'll be done in a minute."

Nodding his head, even though the other couldn't see it, Atemu walked over to his brother's bed and sat down, crossing his legs under him. He was glad the first day of college was over. It had been interesting to say the least. But he had to smile when he though of his possible new friend he had met.

Bakura seemed to be a lot like him and it was nice to know that it wouldn't be just him and his brother in this strange place. As much as he loved Yami, he needed a few friends of his own.

Back home, Yami and he had shared everything, since basically they were on their own. Being the children of two busy volcanologists, they rarely got to see their mother and father; instead, they spent most of their time with nannies. And, on the rare occasions they got to travel with their parents, they were left at the local villages with various babysitters. They had had to grow up too fast; but at least that meant they were ready to be on their own now.

The sound of flushing came from the bathroom and Yami exited a few moments later, wiping his hands on his worn jeans. "Feel better?" Atemu asked, grinning, and Yami rolled his eyes.

"Shut up." The younger twin pulled out his desk chair and sat back, stretching lazily. "Man, I'm tired. First day of classes took a lot out of me."

"Well, I hope you're not too tired; I got us invited to a party tonight and I think we should go."

"Party, huh? Sounds okay to me. I haven't really had a chance to get to know anyone yet. You?"

"Yeah there's this one guy, Bakura, that I talked to today. He's the one who invited us to the party. But that's all, I guess, unless you count that asshole Kaiba who kept staring at me. I had to flip him off – twice – to make him quit trying to bore a hole in the back of my head."

Yami snickered. "Sounds to me like he was checking you out, stupid. Why'd you flip him off? Ugly? Bad taste in clothes?"

"Yami you are such a fag." Atemu crossed his arms and glared at his slightly younger brother, who was leaning back in his chair, scratching his head complacently.

"And you aren't?"

"That's beside the point."

"Yeah well…" A knock sounded at the door and Yami rose to answer it, not pausing in his conversation with his brother. "How do you know his name? Did you go talk to him and demand to know why he dared to look at you?"

"Shut up. Apparently everyone knows them; they're a couple of rich bastards who think they're better than the rest of the world because of their money. Bakura said…"

Atemu trailed off as Yami opened the door and revealed a skinny, pale young man with long white hair leaning against the doorpost. He was dressed in black; black jeans and boots, with a short-sleeve black button-up shirt open to reveal a ribbed white wifebeater underneath. "Oh, hey Bakura," Atemu said, in slight surprise.

The white-haired male glanced briefly at Atemu before letting his eyes travel over Yami, taking in the tight worn jeans and blood-red tank top that matched the younger twin's scarlet eyes. Bakura's lips curled up in a smirk. "Man, Atemu. Do you ever get jealous that your brother's the hot twin?"

Yami and Atemu gave identical eye-rolls. "Too hot for you," they said simultaneously. They glared at each other. "I hate when you do that!" they said together, then turned and glared at Bakura, who was snickering snidely. "What's so funny?" they demanded. "Argh! Stop it!"

Bakura interrupted their synchronized argument. "As funny as this twin mind-link thing is, I'm getting tired of standing in the hall. Aren't you going to invite me in?"

"Sorry Bakura. Come on in. This is my brother, Yami," Atemu apologized from his spot on Yami's bed.

"Nice to meet you," Yami said flatly before turning to go back to his chair, still glaring at Atemu. He hadn't taken two steps before he squawked in surprise, whirling back around to face a grinning Bakura. "You grabbed my ass! Stop laughing Atemu!"

The younger twin shouted at his brother, who was curled up on the bed, clutching his stomach in helpless laughter; and Bakura merely closed the door behind him and plopped onto Atemu's bed, admiring his very nice view of Yami's very nice rear.

When the twins calmed down – or rather, Yami quit yelling and Atemu quit laughing – the white-haired male smirked wickedly and patted the mattress beside him. "Hey Yami, why don't you come sit by me?"

Yami snorted. "Why don't I not? Sorry, but I'm a little out of your league. Try Atemu, he dated a homeless guy once."

"HEY! I thought he was a tourist!"

"Sure you did."

"Hmph. So Bakura, what are you doing here?" Atemu turned to his white-haired friend, changing the subject.

Bakura shrugged. "I was bored, so I looked your room number up in the directory. Figured I'd hang out here until the party."

"Oh, okay. Is that what you're wearing?"

"Yup." He turned his gaze back to Yami, looking him up and down. "You're not wearing that, are you, Yami?"

The younger twin raised an eyebrow. "Something wrong with it?"

"Nah. Just hoping I'd get a chance to watch you change."

Yami snorted. "Keep hoping… ATEMU, WILL YOU STOP LAUGHING!"

Azure and sapphire eyes in their usual narrowed look, watched the various students mingle around the large room of the Sigma Chi fraternity house. Perched on two of the few stools lined up at a makeshift bar, Seth rested his hand with his bottled beer on top of his khaki covered thigh.

Bracing one of his flip-flop covered feet on the lowest bar of the stool, he unconsciously mimicked his brother as he watched couples of various sorts walk up and down the stairs. Somewhere in another section of the lower level of the house he could make out the song Don't Phunk with my Heart by Black Eyed Peas causing him to snort at their choice of music.

Idly, he glanced over at his brother and noticed him staring off towards the area where several had gathered to dance. He followed Seto's gaze.

"Something caught your eye?" he asked when he couldn't pinpoint that glare's target.

"Blondie over there."

"Which blonde would that be? Half the girls here have that color hair."

Seto snorted. "The male blonde, dumbass. The one dressed in khaki colored leather cargo pants and a white sleeveless hoodie."

"Ah, the one that looked like he just robbed Fort Knox with all the gold he's wearing?"

"Yeah that one."

"What about him?"

"Clearly gay, trying way too hard, and he looks like a weird rapper wannabe with all that gold. He obviously bought all of it at one of those kiosk venders in the middle of the mall."

"Hmm, Snoop Dog in leather?"

Seth took another sip of his beer, sapphire eyes leaving the one they had been talking about to take another look around for their next victim when began to hear a beat of music that he had never heard before. He cocked an eyebrow and looked at his brother who shrugged his shoulders in response. Both of them were ready to ignore it until they heard several catcalls coming from the dance area.

Two sets of eyes looked over to see a rather large crowd had gathered, effectively blocking their view. Without a spoken word both of them rose in a fluid movement and went to investigate. The Kaibas were never left out of the loop.

Bakura had a rather smug smirk on his face as he walked between Atemu and Yami towards the fraternity house. With one arm wrapped around each of their waists he guided the twins. Chocolate eyes stole a glance at his companion on his right, appreciating Atemu's choice in clothes, as he licked his lips.

The darker crimson-eyed twin was wearing tight black leather pants with an intricate embroidered design of light silver chains snaking up his right leg, wrapping tightly around his calf and thigh, between the junction of his hip, around the back of his pants to drape over his backside, over his other hip, only to 'disappear' inside the fly. And instead of a belt, Atemu had added a real chain that hooked in the middle leaving the excess to hang over his crotch.

His top was an off-white collarless long-sleeved gauze shirt that hung slightly off his shoulder with the top four buttons left undone, leaving his toned bronze chest open for all eyes to feast upon the tantalizing flesh. Around his neck was a thin silver chain necklace with a silver cat claw charm.

Bakura looked over at the other twin. Yami was also wearing tight black leather pants, but instead of a chain the younger twin's pants sported a deep blood red vine of thorns that followed the same pattern as Atemu's. His shirt was a mesh sleeveless shirt that matched the color of the embroidered thorns.

Needless to say, Bakura knew he had the two sexiest males around, and he was loving every minute of it.

"You can wipe that smug look off your face."

Bakura paused in his steps, causing the twins to do the same since his arms were still around their waists, and gave Atemu his most innocent expression. "Well can you blame me? I have the two fucking hottest dates around!"

"We are not your dates." Yami stated as they began to walk again.

"And we are not into threesomes with each other. That's just nasty."

Bakura looked over to Atemu with a small pout on his lips, "That's a shame my sexy little Spanish bitch," he smirked at the growl he received, "cause that would be hotter than hell to watch." And with that he lowered his hands and grabbed both their asses at the same time.

"BAKURA!" Yami twisted out of his reach causing the white haired male to chuckle and look at him, totally forgetting about the other twin he accosted until a hard fist collided with his chest.

"Ow what the fuck was that for Atemu?" he rubbed the sore spot as he glared at the smirking twin. That little sucker was tougher than he looked.

"It wouldn't have hurt if Yami had hit you, he hits like a girl."

Bakura snickered as Yami walked over to his chuckling brother and slapped him upside the head before crossing his arms and giving Atemu a glare.

"See? Hits like a girl."

Bakura walked over to the twins and placed his arms on their shoulders this time, turning them around and started walking again. "Alright guys and girls," he ducked his head when Yami tried to smack him, "Lets get on to this party."

A beer and several introductions later, Bakura led Yami and Atemu to the dancing area. He watched the two brothers as they talked in rapid Spanish to each other while pointing to various people that partnered up together. When they finally seemed to pause just enough to breathe, Bakura tapped Atemu on the shoulder.

"You dance?"

Atemu looked at his brother who was still drinking his beer, "Umm, yes but not quite like Americans it seems. The clubs back at home only really play Latin music."

Bakura looked thoughtful for a moment. "So if I find you some music you are used to y'all will dance?"

Yami and Atemu looked at each other, shrugged and replied together; "Sure."

"Ok then, stand right here."

Both sets of crimson eyes watched as the white haired male walked over to the stereo system and began flipping through various CDs. Finally he pulled one out and waved it at the curious twins before he replaced the other CD with the one he had just found and adjusted the volume making louder than it was before. Rubbing his hands together in excitement, he made his way back to Atemu and Yami.

Soon Shakira's La Tortura began to fill the house with its Latin beat, causing the brothers to grin at each other before they grabbed Bakura and dragged him out onto the 'dance floor'.

Positioning himself in front of Bakura, Atemu placed one of his hands on the male's hip while Yami came up from behind and put his hand on Bakura's other hip. Crimson eyes seemed to darken as they fell right into the rhythm of the music, Bakura easily matching them. Bodies barely touching, black leather against jean, causing Bakura to unconsciously groan at the feeling.

Chocolate eyes glanced at the one behind him to see Yami's eyes closed, going on the feel of the music alone. He growled when he felt Atemu's groin brush against his own, not realizing the effects of their little dance until that moment.

He looked back to Atemu to see smoldering crimson locked on him. He licked his lips as he watched the way Atemu's hips swayed, at times brushing up against him sending little sparks throughout his body. He might have teased the one before him about Yami being the sexier one, but in all truth, even if they looked almost identical, there was something almost darker, sexier, more passionate about Atemu that set him on fire in a purely sexual way that Yami didn't.

Bakura threw his head back on to Yami's shoulder as Atemu ground into him hard causing a moan to escape both their lips. In the back of his mind he heard several catcalls, hoots, whistles and he opened his eyes taking in the gathering crowd they had attracted. He scanned the onlookers, smirking at a few of his friends that were giving him jealous looks until he saw two sets of narrowed blue eyes sending him heated glares.

With a wicked grin on his face, he turned back to Atemu, grabbed the extra length of chain that hung down, fingers brushing the other's hardened arousal, causing Atemu to gasp in pleasure, and pulled the bronzed male flush against his body. He lowered his head slightly, lips against the delicate ear.

"Kura?" Atemu asked in a hazy daze, hips never faltering in their movements even as the song started to end.

"Shh," he gave in to the temptation and ran his tongue along the outer shell. "Your rich bastard of a 'boyfriend' is watching. Lets give him a show."

Atemu smirked as Bakura moved so their lips brushed against each other lightly at first till the white haired male ran his tongue along a soft full bottom lip waiting for it to open before he plunged in and openly devoured the slightly smaller male.

Yami opened his eyes as the song ended and raised an eyebrow at the sight before him. He smirked and shook his head. He should have figured something like this would have happened. Atemu always attracted both men and women to him in ways no one else could. And Bakura was sexy, just not Yami's type. Quietly he walked away from the still-lip-locked pair and went off to get himself another beer.

He needed to kill time if that kiss was any indication of how the night was going to end.

Seto let out a low whistle as that white-haired smartass – whatever his name was, Seto hadn't bothered to remember it – shoved his tongue down his partner's throat. He elbowed his brother in the side. "Hey, isn't that that punk who flipped you off this morning?"

Seth just gaped, shaking his head in disbelief. "I… I think so. Did you see the other one? There's two of them!"

"So? There are two of us. It happens," the other responded dryly.

Seth merely nodded vaguely, his sapphire eyes threatening to bulge out of their sockets. "They were… Bakura is… That stupid…" The older twin growled, bulging blue eyes narrowing to angry slits as he continued to openly stare at the pair in the middle of the dance floor, who had given up on dancing altogether and seemed to be focused simply on sucking the air from each other's lungs.

The crowd around them dispersed, dancing, drinking, and generally minding their own business, all except for Seth, who kept his angry glare fixed on the groping pair, and Seto, who watched his brother with mild interest and growing amusement. "That's okay, Seth, it's not obvious that you're jealous or anything."

Seth grunted.

"The spiky-haired punk is sexy, I'll give you that. Bit of an attitude problem, though. Not really my type."

The other grunted again. He was still staring at Atemu.

"So… I suppose you're saying you have a fetish for bad-tempered, lower-class freshmen who make your life miserable?"

Seth didn't even grunt that time. He clearly hadn't heard a word Seto had said, making it much less fun to tease him. So, abandoning his brother to stare like an idiot at his latest freakish obsession, the younger twin wandered off through the throng of people to get himself another drink.

However, to his surprise, when the brunet reached the drink table he noticed a familiar-looking spiky, tri-colored head standing there, pouring himself a cup of the spiked punch. Seto gave him a quick once-over, automatically reverting to his and Seth's "judging" game. Mesh shirt that showed off his slender torso, ungodly tight leather pants clinging to his rear… This one was as sexy as the other spiky-haired punk, and with just as weird a fashion sense.

"What's with all the freshmen and leather this year?" Seto mused aloud, remembering the blonde with the leather cargo pants earlier. With the pounding music blaring in his ears, Seto didn't expect anyone to hear his muttered comment, but to his mild surprise the smaller male turned questioningly.

"¿Perdón?"

"Huh?"

"Oh, sorry," the other sighed, smiling ruefully. "Reflex. Did you say something to me?"

"You're not from around here." The flat statement fell from Seto's lips before he could realize how idiotic it sounded. Of course the guy wasn't from Atlanta, he'd just spoken to him in Spanish, and on top of that he had a strange, rather throaty accent. But Seto couldn't help it; the other had taken him by surprise. He and his twin were foreign. That explained so much; the strange clothes, the wild hair, the disrespectful attitude… though the person in front of him seemed much more polite than his brother.

Seto looked back at him, meeting slightly confused crimson eyes. The other was still smiling. "I'm from Costa Rica. My twin brother and I just started school here."

"I see. What's your name?"

"Yami, Yami Mutou."

"I'm…"

"HEY! You look just like that gay guy kissing that other gay guy!"

A loud, obnoxious voice cut through the air, interrupting Seto, and he turned to see the violet-eyed blonde he'd been making fun of earlier run full speed towards him and latch himself onto Yami, squeezing his shoulders. "Oh my god, you're twins! That's so great! I love twins!"

"Who the hell are you?" Seto snapped, glaring at the crazy blonde.

"I'm Malik, nice to meet you my cute little twin friend!" he chirped, grinning widely at Yami as he loosely massaged the crimson-eyed male's shoulders and ignored Seto. "What's your name?"

"Er… I'm Yami, and this is…" he paused, glancing at the brunet, who scowled.

"Seto Kaiba."

Yami's eyes widened. "You're Kaiba?" he gasped.

"One of them."

"But… you're not ugly!"

Seto raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"You were the one who was checking out my brother!"

"Oooo," Malik breathed, grinning wider. "Conflict."

The blue-eyed male shot a glare at Malik before turning his attention back to Yami. "No, that was my brother Seth. Your brother certainly ticked him off though; he came home today throwing an enormous tantrum about how 'some punk had the nerve to flip him off.'"

Yami laughed cheerfully and Seto allowed himself a smirk before Malik, growing bored with the conversation, poked his new "friend" harshly in the side. "OW!"

"Hey Yami, you know your brother and that other guy are still going at it in the middle of the floor? It'd be indecent if it weren't so hot."

"They're still making out?" The spiky-haired teen sighed. "I'd better avoid the dorm tonight, then."

"Sexiled, huh? Don't worry, you can stay with me! I have a futon!" The over-exuberant blonde latched onto Yami's arm and dragged him away, chattering nonsense about how great it was that Yami was a twin and his relationship with his own sister, Isis.

When they had almost disappeared from view, the crimson-eyed male looked back over his shoulder and smiled, waving goodbye to the brunet, and Seto nodded curtly in return, smirking a little as Yami's final comment drifted back in his direction.

"Hey Malik? What does 'sexiled' mean?"

Dragon and Pysche: Thank you for all the reviews! It helped us get this chapter out faster. Remember, the lemon is at AFF under ChaosDragon61