Voltron: Defender of the Outback

Chapter Three : Screw Iverson With a Rusty Chainsaw

For some reason, the thought that Iverson set up cameras in their room never crossed his mind until now. But it only made sense that he did. So in the middle of the night, wearing nothing but a sheet, Austin knocked on the window between rooms frantically.

"What is it?" James yawned as he opened the window a crack. "I'm trying to sleep."

"I know partner, sorry about that but I need to know, are there cameras in your room?" He hissed quietly, trying to not wake Krolia.

"I asked the guards, they said that there wasn't because Iverson didn't like the idea of spying so instead he's gonna meet up with us in the morning, every morning, for some kind of questioning to make sure our stories check out. I thought you knew that." James groaned.

"I was," He thought of the right word for a moment, "busy?"

James glanced down and then behind him and it clicked. "You sly dog, you went and had a rodeo with Krolia!" He exclaimed loudly.

"Shh! James, they cannot find out that so hush up okay?"

"Sorry buddy, but this is pretty big for you. Congrats on finally ditching the card." James winked as he tried to stifle laughter behind a fist.

"Shuddup you idjit." Austin couldn't help but smile. He couldn't help it, he just leveled up in life and he was on rainbow road right now. "Go back to bed, we can talk more in the morning."

"You'd better make me pancakes for keeping quiet. And coffee!" James teased as he shut the window. Austin shook his head but promised pancakes anyways as he returned to the bed. He slid under the larger covers and snuggled against Krolia's warm, surprisingly firm, back and closed his eyes as he knew nothing could ruin this moment.

Iverson ruined everything. That was all there was to it. One moment he was making pancakes while Krolia watched him curiously, and the next he had to sit in a metal chair for a three hour period answering idiotic questions until the cows came home.

"So how long have you been working outside the Garrison on royalty checks?"

"I dunno, over six months at least." He shrugged. He lost track of time easily and wondered if Krolia was okay with the pancakes or if someone came in and finished them so there wouldn't be a fire.

"Alright." The guard said, looking at his watch. "You are done here for today. Someone will escort you, Krolia, and James to the outer fields for recreation."

"Fantastic." Austin sighed with relief. He could use some down time with Krolia, and she needed to be properly introduced to James after all.

"Not so fast." Iverson said as he entered the room. "There were guards stationed outside your room last night and they told me some very interesting things. Care to explain?"

"Explain what?" Austin lazily looked up at Iverson, who looked very close to blowing a fuse.

"Explain why all they heard all night was what could only be described as 'pleasured moaning'?!" He shouted, "I told you not to try anything and the first night when I thought I could give you a chance and let you share a room, this is what you do?!"

"My life, my consequences. 'Sides, we're different species and I'm sure nothing could come from it." Austin kicked up his feet and leaned back in the chair, metal scrapping on the floor. "Besides a stronger relationship at least, and you know as well as any man that there is nothing better than holding the girl you love in your arms and knowing that everything might work out."

"You know this relationship ain't gonna work out Austin, admit that to yourself. I don't want you to get dragged down again."

"It's gonna work. We can make it work, we love each other." Austin refused to hear Iverson's words.