Bakura yawned and stretched, waking from his long Saturday afternoon nap and glancing out the window to see the last rays of the setting sun sinking below the horizon. "Hmm, must've slept longer than I thought," he mused aloud. He fell back against the bed and stared up at the ceiling for a few minutes before speaking again to the empty room.

"This sucks. I'm bored."

As could be expected, no one answered, and the white-haired sophomore's eyelids began to droop once more. A few seconds later he had fallen into a half-dream; visions of naked Costa Rican twins, their tanned blonde friend, and a can of chocolate-flavored whipped cream floating through his mind.

His eyes snapped open. "I think I'll call Atemu."

When he got no answer at his friend's dorm, he tried Atemu's cell phone, smirking when Atemu answered sullenly after the third ring. "What do you want, Bakura?"

"Sex."

Atemu snorted. "Don't beat around the bush or anything."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

"Whatever. Just use your hand, jackass, I'm busy."

"Busy doing what?" Bakura asked lazily. "I know you're not doing homework, and I'm your only friend, unless you count that airhead Bubbles."

"Hmph. Believe it or not I do have a social life outside of you. I'm going on a date."

Bakura laughed out loud. "Yeah right! With who, that stuck-up Kaiba jerk? He want your ass after he got a taste of your tongue?"

"Well I'm sure he did, but no. Actually I don't know who my date is. The other Kaiba asked Yami out but Yami felt uncomfortable going without someone he knew, so he dragged me along. Kaiba's supposed to bring someone, too. It's a double date."

Bakura nearly fell off the bed laughing. "Oh man! Yami and Kaiba! I bet old Seth is loving that one."

Atemu chuckled briefly. "Yeah. I'd love to see the look on his face. It almost makes this double date stuff worthwhile. This is seriously going to be a nightmare, though. I wish Yami had just turned Kaiba down and saved us all the trouble." Yami's sound of protest could be clearly heard in the background, and Atemu amended his statement. "Alright, alright! I'm sure this night will be perfect; Seto is a nice catch, blah blah blah. Ow! Yami! Those girly slaps hurt! OW!"

Bakura lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling thoughtfully once again. "Where're y'all going?"

"The movies. The theater closest to the school, I don't remember the name of it. We'll probably end up watching some chick flick, too, knowing my brother. OW! Damnit Yami, stop hitting me!"

"Mm. I'll leave you to it, then."

"K. Bye."

The white-haired male absently tapped his chin with the antenna of his cordless phone, a wicked grin spreading across his face. Then he quickly dialed another number, his grin stretching even wider when the person on the other end answered. "Hello?"

"Bubbles, tell me you still have that digital camera."

"He's late."

"Shut up Seth!" The younger Kaiba twin trained his sapphire eyes in all directions, but there was no sign of Yami. Seth was right; Yami was late, precisely eleven minutes late, to be exact, which meant Seto had been standing on the cracked sidewalk outside the movie theater with his sulky brother for the past sixteen minutes – since Kaibas were always a tactful five minutes early for any sort of appointment.

"You could stop fiddling with your clothes, too. You're going to rip a hole in your shirt at that rate."

Seto glared, but found he couldn't respond as he had indeed been tugging harshly at his collar. As he had told Seth, Seto had 'dressed to impress,' in dark brown dress pants and a ribbed black short-sleeved shirt that clung to his pectorals. Though he threatened to stretch the shirt out of shape with the way he kept nervously pulling at it.

"Why are you so worked up about this date, anyway? I don't see what's so great about Yami. And for that matter, why is okay for you to like him when his brother is so far 'beneath' me?"

"I'm not freakishly angry and obsessed with him," Seto replied waspishly, his deep blue eyes still scanning the parking lot. "And even Kaibas need to enjoy themselves sometimes. Yami… intrigues me."

"I'll bet," Seth snorted.

The brothers exchanged another heated glare before Seto turned back to the parking lot again and Seth leaned against the wall, letting his eyes drift shut. "Besides," Seto added slyly after a moment, "he's gorgeous. Both of them are. Even you have to admit that."

"Yeah…" Seth sighed, a small smile creeping over his face, though he didn't open his eyes. "Atemu is sexy. He's got this… exotic Latin… something… and those eyes…"

"Thanks for the compliment, but I'm still going to kill Yami for this."

Atemu growled as he closed his cell phone. "I'm going to have to teach you to hit properly, Mosoco. Those girly slaps are embarrassing, even if they do hurt."

Yami rolled his eyes, fingering the edge of his black gauzy shirt that he borrowed from his brother. "Anyway, Atemu, I want you to be on your best behavior tonight."

Snorting, Atemu pocketed the tiny phone. "When am I not on my best behavior? Besides, I'm only here for you. I'll do my part and keep this 'friend' out of your and Seto's hair."

"I'm sure that won't be a problem since you can see your underwear – see through underwear I might add."

He looked down at the outfit in question, eyeing the holey blue jeans, black mesh boxers that were visible through those obscenely placed holes, and form-fitting black T-shirt. "Well, I could have not worn any," he smirked.

"You might as well have."

Atemu laughed, placing an arm around Yami's shoulders as they stepped through the movie theater's parking lot. "You need to loosen up some."

"No thanks," Yami replied smiling, "You're loose enough for the both of us."

Shrugging his shoulders, Atemu took no offense to his brother's teasing. "You look good, by the way. Though I have no idea why you want to impress this guy."

"Thanks. And I want to make a good impression because I think he's sweet – and not to mention cute."

Atemu stopped, causing his brother to do the same. Turing Yami around so that he could look his younger twin in the eye, he rested his other arm on the other shoulder and gave his brother a serious look. "Looks can be deceiving Yami. I'll kill him if he hurts you."

Yami nodded his head, smile still on his face. "I don't think he will hurt me."

"I'm serious."

"I know."

"I'll cut his balls off, ship them to Costa Rica and feed them to the monkeys."

Laughing, Yami gave his brother a quick hug before he started walking again. "Come on, let's go. We're late as it is."

Following his brother, Atemu placed his hands into the pockets of his blue jeans. He stared at the ground, watching his black boots tread lightly over the cracked pavement with just a small clink of the silver buckles as they hit the ground, thinking of various ways to hurt a certain blue-eyed twin when he heard his brother's footsteps stop and a familiar and unwanted voice cut through the air.

"Atemu is sexy. He's got this… exotic Latin… something… and those eyes…"

Looking up, crimson eyes narrowed. "Thanks for the compliment, but I'm still going to kill Yami for this." He stared hard as azure eyes opened in shock before he turned his gaze towards his brother. "There is no way in hell I'm doing this. I can't believe you didn't mention who my supposed 'date' was tonight, knowing how I feel about that guy," Atemu snarled, surprising Yami.

"I didn't know, Atemu. All Seto said was he was bringing someone for you." Pleading crimson eyes turned to look at Seto, who was having a hard time refraining from letting a smug smirk form on his face when he saw that look.

With a sigh, Seto stepped over to stand by Yami. If he was going to get anywhere with the Latino, he was going to have to smooth things over with the other twin. "Yami's telling the truth; he didn't know who I was inviting."

Angry eyes looked from Seto to Seth, who was still standing against the wall with an unreadable expression on his face, back to his brother. "Fine, but I'm still out of here. And to think I could have been getting laid right now," he spat as he turned and walked away, missing the slight flinch Seth made.

Storming off in the direction of the university, Atemu began to dig his phone back out of his pocket when his brother's voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Atemu! Please don't leave!"

"I'm not going to stay with him Mocoso," he replied, not looking at his twin until Yami stepped in front of him. "Do you know what a pain in the ass he is? All cocky, rude, arrogant…."

"And hot?"

Atemu snapped his mouth shut and scowled. "That was not what I was going to say."

"But still…"

"But still nothing. The only thing he does for me is to give me a few moments of entertainment when I make of fool of him." Atemu smirked, eyes glittering with amusement as he thought about what happened in the hallway yesterday. Unfortunately, he was lying to his brother. Seth had done something else to him, too – turned him on more than he realized or cared to admit.

"Please stay for me? You know I don't do things like this very well." Yami pleaded, biting his lip. "If you leave, then I'm going to leave too."

Sighing, Atemu looked away back towards the other set of twins to see that they also seemed to be having a discussion and crossed his arms over his chest. He didn't want to stay – he wasn't in the mood to put up with either of the Kaibas – but he also didn't want to disappoint his brother. Yami had been looking forward to this since yesterday; and had taken more time to get ready for the date than Atemu had ever remembered.

"Fine, for you I will stay." He smiled slightly as his brother flashed him a brilliant smile and hugged him tight.

"You are a conniving bastard, you know that?" Seth glared at his brother once Yami had gone to chase after his own brother. "Did you honestly think I would enjoy this little joke of yours?"

Seto just shrugged his shoulders, not taking his eyes off of Yami as his date talked to his brother. "Actually, I don't care what you think as long as I enjoy myself. That's all that matters."

Staring at his brother incredulously, Seth couldn't help but wonder what had happened to the twin he once knew. Sure they both only looked out for number one – which was themselves – but never had Seto outright turned on him for his own enjoyment. And while they had never been extremely close, they now seemed to be drifting further and further apart, to the point he was beginning to wonder where Seto's loyalties lay.

And now this. This was beyond low in his book. Seto knew how he felt and both of them had a pretty good idea on how Atemu felt about Seth; so why the hell had Seto gone out of his way to humiliate him?

"Here they come – and oh, look. It seems Yami was able to convince your sweetie of a date to stay."

"Bastard," Seth muttered under his breath, but his brother was distracted by his date's approach and didn't respond.

"Sorry for that. Atemu's… er… over his problem now so we can go on," the fairer twin told Seto, smiling sheepishly. Seto gave him a slight smile in return, glancing up and down and taking in the black gauze shirt and black jeans that clung tightly to Yami's form.

"You look incredible," he murmured.

"So do you," Yami replied. The two stared at each other a moment, their smiles widening.

Seth snorted.

"Let's just go watch this movie," Atemu sighed. For once, the older Kaiba agreed with him.

"What are we watching, Seto?" Yami asked as Seto wrapped an arm around his waist, ushering the smaller male through one of the glass doors at the entrance.

"There's only one new movie this week that's not a kid's movie, so I thought we could see that. Summer Breeze."

"Is that a chick flick?" Atemu asked disdainfully.

"Sounds like the name of a douche bag," Seth put in, and Atemu laughed outright – until he realized he was laughing at something Seth had said, and quickly shut up.

The older Kaiba smirked at the scowling Atemu while Seto paid for all the tickets and bought Yami some popcorn, and the four students walked into the darkened theater, for one rare moment all of them silent.

"Are you sure this is the right theater? I don't see my twin friends anywhere…"

"Dammit, Bubbles, I think I have enough sense to find the right theater," Bakura snapped. Ever since he had met up with Malik half an hour before the blonde had been driving him crazy, taking pictures of Bakura every few seconds and babbling on about whatever random subject happened to cross his mind. Bakura had stopped listening after the first minute or so.

"Hmph. Jerk. You don't have to be so rude." Malik pouted, crossing his arms and causing the digital camera hanging around his neck to sway wildly back and forth. Bakura rolled his eyes and muttered something that sounded vaguely like an apology as his eyes scanned the area around the theater once more.

"They must have already gone inside. But how can we tell what movie they went to see?" the white-haired sophomore mused to himself.

"We can always just ask someone, you know. Our little twin friends don't exactly blend in with the crowd," the blonde put in matter-of-factly as he picked an imaginary piece of lint off his tight, stylishly faded jeans. "Kura, do I look okay? Is this shirt too slutty?" He spun slowly, causing the sleeveless, practically painted-on purple shirt to cling even more tightly to his lean figure.

"You look hot as hell. And don't call me Kura. Now shut up and let me focus," Bakura replied absently, deciding that Malik's idea was as good as any. Ignoring the other's ecstatic smile, he motioned for Malik to follow him and walked inside to where the ticket-taker, a brown-eyed male about their age with thick blonde hair that hung in his eyes stood in the middle of the lobby, chewing gum and leaning against the ticket box. As the two students approached him he popped the gum loudly and eyed them with a lazy air.

"Excuse me…" Bakura glanced at his nametag. "…Jou. We're looking for our friends; two sets of twins, have you seen—"

"Can't take that camera in the theater," Jou said in a bored tone, completely ignoring Bakura as his gaze swept up and down the blonde freshman's form.

Malik smiled sweetly. "It doesn't record, it only takes pictures. But I wouldn't mind leaving it with you anyway," he purred.

Jou straightened. "I'll keep it safe for you, sir," he assured Malik, puffing his chest out.

Malik giggled and withdrew the camera from around his neck; then closed the few steps between himself and the ticket-taker, leaning forward on his tiptoes to slide the string around Jou's neck instead. But instead of stepping back, the blonde freshman lightly ran his fingers through Jou's hair, murmuring admiringly. "Ooh, your hair is so soft! And so thick! What kind of product do you use?"

"Uh… shampoo?" Jou replied helpfully. Uncertainly, he reached out and skimmed his fingers over Malik's shoulder-length blonde hair in return, letting his hand travel down toward the small of Malik's back before halting its motion. "Um… you have good hair, too."

Bakura scowled.

Malik beamed. "You really think so? I just started using this new leave-in conditioner; I can really tell the difference, but no one's said anything until now…"

The ticket-taker nodded stupidly, his gaze drifting downward as Malik rambled. As Bakura watched them, Jou gulped, a determined expression flashing across his face for a brief second before his hand slid further down Malik's back. Then, to the sophomore's disbelief, Jou reached down and lightly squeezed Malik's rear.

Two pairs of eyes widened before Bakura narrowed his and growled, yanking his friend from the ticket-taker's grasp. "Alright, that's enough of that," he snapped. "Just tell us what theater our friends are in."

But Jou was grinning goofily at Malik and didn't even seem to hear the question. "Do you work out?"

"Yep! Four days a week! Mostly cardio, though I do a bit of weight-lifting from time to time."

Bakura tightened his grip on Malik's arm. "Listen, if you don't stop this crap and tell us where—"

"What gym do you go to? Maybe we could meet up sometime."

"ALL RIGHT! THAT'S ENOUGH! JUST TELL US WHERE ATEMU IS, DAMMIT!"

The two blondes blinked and looked at Bakura, whose pale face had turned an interesting shade of cherry red and chest was heaving visibly under his gray t-shirt. "Bakura, are you okay?" Malik asked worriedly. Jou just gaped.

The sophomore sighed. "Maybe you'd better ask him, Bubbles."

The blonde blinked before nodding in comprehension and turning back to the theater employee. "Jou, have you seen two sets of twins come in here? Two of them are tall with brown hair and really good posture, and the others are shorter than me and their hair sticks up like this." He demonstrated with a few strands of platinum blonde hair, pulling it up into spikes.

Jou nodded, puffing out his chest importantly once more. "Yep! They're in theater four. But seriously, what do you think about the gym…?"

"But John! You can't leave me! I can't live without you! Don't you know what you do to me? The way you make me feel like I'm the sexiest woman alive, like I can do anything with you by my side, like…"

Atemu snorted, leaning over his brother's shoulder grabbing a handful of popcorn from the half empty bucket in Yami's lap. "Why the hell do women think they need a man in order to do anything?" he replied as he sat back in his seat a row behind the dating couple. "Yet another reason why I am gay. I'll be damned if some girl tells me they need me to stick around cause they can't do anything without me. Seriously, I mean look at it. They even go to the bathroom in groups. What do they do in there? Help wipe each other's…"

"Atemu!" Yami spun around wide-eyed, pointing a finger at his smirking brother. "Can you please refrain from making crude comments just once?"

"Actually, I have a better idea," Seto broke in with a harsh whisper. "Why don't you just shut the hell up? Cold blue eyes fell on 'innocent' blinking crimson before that façade fell with a smirk and a middle finger shoved in Seto's face.

"Chupámela."

On the same row as Atemu but a couple of empty seats away, Seth watched, not bothering to hide his smirk as Yami gasped in embarrassment and Seto growling, demanding to know what was said. He had to admit, it was amusing to see someone get under Seto's skin like a chigger. Just made the Latino that much more appealing. Here was a guy that wasn't afraid of either of them like most people were and if they weren't afraid, they were so enamored with them that it bordered on sick and disgusting.

And it doesn't help matters when those shapely legs were perched on the back of the chair in front of him in such a way that he could see enticing flesh peaking through those well-placed holes. Not to mention that heated kiss that still lingered on his lips.

He was pulled suddenly out of his musings when something bounced off his forehead. Startled azure snapped up to see Atemu looking at him with a knowing smirk on his face. Crimson eyes casually drifted from him to the small pile of popcorn he held in his hand then back to Seth.

He narrowed his eyes. Was that a challenge?

Hiding his amusement and excitement behind a scowl, Seth dumped some of his sour patch kids into his hand, just as he was pelted with another piece of popcorn. Did Atemu really think he would be able to beat him with something so light and harmless? Seriously, the mass of his candies far out weighed Atemu's.

Seth growled as another piece of popcorn bounced harmlessly off his head. Well he could give Atemu some credit; the guy had good aim. Barely noticing his brother's and his date's lack of attention on them, Seto grabbed one of the sour patch kids and launched it at his opponent and glared when it was caught deftly in golden hands.

Bakura grinned like mad when Atemu began throwing popcorn at his supposed date. From their shadowy seats, several rows behind the two sets of twins, they could watch everything that was going on without being noticed. Sitting beside him, Malik looked on as he plated with a strand of his blonde hair.

"Yami's not going to be happy if those two ruin his date."

"Who cares?"

"I care," Malik whispered harshly over the crying woman on the movie screen. "He's my friend and I want this to go well for him."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I mean the guy needs to get laid big time. And maybe – ooh look. Atemu caught it. Take that big shot! – that Seto person is the guy – Oh my god that is so fucking hot!"

Chocolate eyes darkened as he watched with a predatory gaze. Atemu had taken his catch and begun to worship it with his tongue. Bakura could do nothing but gulp and squeeze the quickly growing bulge between his legs as Atemu continued his sinful assault on the lucky candy. Vaguely he noticed that Seth was in no better shape as he was, the brunet's mouth hanging open, azure eyes never leaving that wonderfully talented mouth.

"Kura?"

Bakura growled, mad that his lustful thoughts had been interrupted. "WHAT! And don't call me Kura – unless you are spreading your legs for me, nicknames are off limits."

Lavender eyes narrowed. "How can you like that….that wanton public act? And I saw the way you looked at him – not to mention that anyone within fifty feet was staring at him with more than enough drool to fill a swimming pool - when you noticed how he was dressed. Wasn't that a bit like a trashy tramp?"

"Look Bubbles," Bakura began, not taking his eyes off of Atemu and Seth even though his lover had stopped molesting the candy and was now staring at Seth with a raised eyebrow, waiting for the taller male to snap out of his dumbfounded gaze. "Atemu is not trashy, he's like walking exotic sin. They both look good, but Atemu knows it, his attitude, his state of mind, all reflects on him and people can't help but want him. He doesn't flaunt anything," he took his eyes off of Atemu to quickly give Malik a pointed look before turning back to the current subject.

"What do you mean…."

Bakura suddenly roared with laughter when Atemu obviously got tired of Seth staring at him and threw the now sticky, wet candy at the other, smacking him in the face and sticking right below his eye. Seth's mouth dropped open, totally shocked.

Quickly, Malik grabbed Bakura and pulled him down to the floor beside him in case the others turned to look at who caused the sudden outburst. The last thing he needed was for the white-haired man to blow their cover. Well, that and he wasn't about to let the other get away with not answering his question.

"Atemu!"

"Seth!"

Chocolate and lavender both peeked over the back of the chairs, eyes wide and blinking at the two sets of twins that were now standing up and facing each other. Atemu seemed to be all out of popcorn, but since his hand was currently in his cup, he didn't seem to be out of ammunition.

"Must you be so childish Atemu? You just had to ruin my date didn't you?"

"That goes for you too Seth."

"He was looking at my crotch!"

"He molested a Kid and then threw it at me!"

Yami and Seto, looking quite appalled, glanced from Seth to Atemu while both Bakura and Malik snickered quietly, all six of them ignoring the gasps coming from the rest of the audience. Rolling his eyes, the older Latino grabbed the box of candies from Seth's hand and held them up for everyone to see.

"Sour Patch Kids." He turned back to Seth. "And I didn't give you permission to stare between my legs."

"Oh, so I need permission to look at your crotch but not to cram my tongue down your throat in the middle of the hallway at school?"

"WHAT!" came three replies at once, though luckily Malik's was drowned out by both Yami's and Seto's voices and the numerous 'shhs' and 'quiets' coming from everyone else.

Bakura snickered, not taking his eyes off of the amusing scene before him. "Oh yeah, that was a classic. Seriously, you should have seen that."

"You let your lover kiss other guys?"

The white-haired male just shrugged his shoulders. "We are both free to do what we want."

"But, I thought…" Whatever else Malik was about to say was cut off when a familiar voice interrupted the quarreling. Looking over to the source, he saw the ticket guy, Jou, addressing the twins.

"Excuse me, but I'm going to have to ask y'all to leave for disrupting the movie."

"Boy, Atemu got him kicked out again!" Bakura smirked as the four twins started arguing with Jou, only to go wide-eyed when Atemu and the others began to make their way to the exit, which just happened to be behind him and Malik. Looking around for a place to hide and quickly realizing that there wasn't one, Bakura made a rash decision.

"Malik."

Lavender eyes looked at him, shinning with panic and curiosity. "Yes?"

"Don't scream," was all the warning he gave before he placed a hand behind Malik's head, pulled him forward until their lips met.

Malik's eyes went impossibly wide; then slowly slipped closed. God, he had been wanting this ever since he first saw Bakura and his other little twin friend dancing at that party. The white-haired male was extremely sexy even if he was rather rude and promiscuous. And just when the blonde was ready for the next step of the kiss, Bakura pulled away and wiped his mouth with his sleeve before he stood up.

"They're gone now. Let's go and follow them. I have a feeling this date's not over yet."

Stunned and hurt, Malik nodded his head dumbly and followed Bakura out of the theater.

According to the Costa Rican slang site, chupámela means 'suck my dick'.