"I have to know what he's doing - what if he was planning against us?"
"In the bathroom?" Jose asked, raising an eyebrow. "Youths these days...You should go clubbing or something. Anything to get you to stop looking at Yusei naked on the big screens. It's not good for our impressionable youth." He glanced at Lucciano.
"Hey, just cause I'm twelve doesn't mean I don't know anything about sex. Oh, yeah, Placido, sorry about going in your room, but I found your poster of Yusei, your videos of him naked, your plush Yusei, your diary full of doodles of Yusei, your-"
"Wow, Placido, you really do need to get laid."
Lucciano grinned. "Oh, and by the way, I have proof of all that stuff. Hey, here's an idea. Go off and hang out at a bar or something."
"No!"
"If you don't, I'll send this to Yusei..." Lucciano waved a tape in Placido's face. "It's all your tapes of Yusei showering."
"Lucciano, you are a complete and utter bastard, you know that, right?"
"Don't forget your bitchboots!" Jose laughed.
So that was how Placido had ended up at the local nightclub, drinking like crazy to drown out the sounds. He was really quite drunk, and when he found himself making out with someone (he wasn't sure who) he was really too drunk to care.
He didn't remember what happened next, exactly, only that it most definitely involved sex and that he had most definitely ended up as uke.
He woke up the next morning without a hangover (apparently his magic handled that, too) in a bed in a hotel, with another man with him.
He took a look at said man and mentally screamed.
When Yusei Fudo woke up from his drug-induced stupor, he found himself naked and chained.
"Jack! Jack!"
"I'm sorry, Yusei-love, but I'm not too fond of sharing."
Not much could shut Yusei up, but suddenly finding himself French-kissing a Yliaster leader against his will did the trick.