Carwash, with Extra Wax

7 – A Wee Bit of Blackmail

Tristan went into the garage and rummaged on
the shelf; not finding what he was looking for, he returned to the
limo and tore a page from the comic. He folded the page lengthwise,
carefully placed all the silver hairs in the fold, then folded the
page several more times into a sort of envelope and put it in one of
the smaller, still dry pockets of his cargo shorts. After that he put
everything back into the red bag, rolled the bag up, and stuck it in
another pocket.

Then he went to the garage door, and knocked
until Kaiba opened it.

“Hey good news, we’re all done.”
He clapped Kaiba on the shoulder.

“You’re not done. You haven’t
waxed it.” Kaiba said coldly, shaking off his hand.

“Well, isn’t that interesting?
The only way you’d know we didn’t wax the car yet is if
you’ve been watching us. So hey, what did you think of our
little show just now? Learn anything?”

The blue eyes flicked once at Joey, who was
blushing furiously while staring at the garage floor, then back to
Tristan. “Not really, since I already pegged you as the kind of
prick who’d take any opportunity to fuck a friend.”

“Hey, at least I have friends to fuck.
So you think I’m a prick, huh? That’s a coincidence,
‘cause I think you’re a Grade-A asshole.” He put
his hand to his chin and pretended to be in deep thought. “Hmmm
… A prick and an asshole, that’s an curious combination.
Any idea what we could do with it?”

Kaiba’s nostrils flared. “Go
finish the goddamned limo before I make you wash every car in my
fleet.”

“Oh I don’t think you’re in
a position to make us
do anything. In fact, I think you ought to be really nice to us.
Starting right now.”

Tristan glanced at Joey, who was starting to
shiver in the cool dimness of the garage. “For starters, you’re
gonna invite us in and give Joey some dry clothes. Then you’re
gonna buy us some pizzas and let us play your high tech video games
for a few hours.”

“Are you insane? Why the hell would I
do that?”

“Because if you don’t, well,
we’ll tell everyone what we found in the back of the limo.”

“I don’t know what you’re
talking about,” Kaiba huffed.

Tristan said smoothly, “Now, I know
what the condoms are for, but the thing that puzzles me,” and
he smoothed his damp hair into its characteristic point, “is
what you and Pegasus do with the candles.”

At this Kaiba froze. The only sign that he
had not in fact been turned to stone was his hand, which gripped the
doorknob convulsively.

“OK then, dry clothes first,”
Tristan said gleefully as he brushed past him into the mansion, “then
pizza and games. C’mon Joey, let’s get you outta those
clothes. You smell like wet dog.”