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Night Traveller

by L.V. Lloyd

Lieutenant Mike Oliver has long dreamed of a Patrol ship berth, flying between the stars—surely this time his application will be successful. What he doesn’t expect, is to be sent to establish a Patrol station on Asra, a tiny mining settlement on a frozen mudball of a planet, blanketed with nitrogen storms.

Deeply resentful, Mike suspects he is being discriminated against. The only option he can see is to become celibate, at least while he is on Asra. And that means rejecting the advances of both Callan Rian, the colony’s flamboyant Governor, and sexy Dane, Callan’s business partner, despite the growing attraction.

While sexual tension mounts between them, a far more sinister danger is lurking, and when Callan is abducted, Mike will have to choose—between his ambition and his heart.

(Gay / Romantic Sci-Fi)

A novella in the Aurigan Space Saga

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Callan Rian hadn’t deliberately set out to avoid the new Patrol man, but he hadn’t made any effort to seek him out, either. An unexpected trip to Capella to check out a new piece of surveillance technology had taken a couple of days and then things had just seemed to crop up that required his personal attention. And today was his birthday. He wasn’t doing any business on his birthday, at least nothing that required him to dress in a singlesuit and look serious and official.

Tonight Dane had organised a “surprise” party for him at the Rising Sun. Callan fully intended to wear his most flamboyant outfit—purple shimmersilk pants with a shocking pink sleeveless vest to be precise—and drink a lot of very expensive brandy. And if the oh-so-straight Patrol officer happened to turn up and didn’t like it, well that would be just too damn bad.



Dane Trenwith watched Callan enter the room, instantly becoming the centre of attention of the small crowd of friends and well-wishers. Callan looked hot tonight, he thought with a wry grin. He’d tried to convince him the purple shimmersilk was over the top but Callan had ignored him and for once Callan had been right. It was a dark purple, almost black and the slippery material showed the shape of his strong thighs only too well. He had changed the colour of his hair to match his trousers and it hung thick and glossy to his shoulders. Dane sighed unconsciously. There were times, like now for instance, when he wished they were still lovers as well as business partners.

But Dane also knew it wouldn’t last, he simply wasn’t a one man man. Well, not for long anyway. He liked variety, and freedom, freedom to pick up a cute boy for a night, or more, without feeling guilty about it. He couldn’t understand how Callan could be happy limiting himself to just one man for a whole year, or even longer. The very idea made him feel claustrophobic. He knew they were better off as friends, not lovers but... He sighed again. Time for another drink. He turned and signalled to the bartender.

Then he caught sight of the stranger, hovering on the edge of the party. Dressed in black pants and a black shirt matching his night dark hair, his light brown skin was the only touch of colour about him. Dane stared open-mouthed. Luckily he took a second look before allowing himself to drool openly. Damn. Who would ever have dreamed the Lieutenant would scrub up like that? It wasn’t fair.

He’d met him briefly a day or two ago when Serra Yoshida had grabbed Dane by the arm and introduced them. Except then the other man had been in his uniform, just another Patrol officer that he wanted to avoid. Everyone knew the Patrol had a thing against oms. He’d heard people say oms weren’t even allowed to join the sacred ranks, not unless they lied about their sexuality. It gave Dane the creeps just thinking about it.

He wondered if Callan had met the Patrol officer yet. He didn’t think so, he hadn’t said anything to him about it. He looked around for his partner and was just in time to see Callan slip out of the room. Sneaking off for a smoke, he guessed. Smoking didn’t kill people any more like it had in the past, but it was considered an unpleasant habit, something to be done in the privacy of your own home and not in public.

A wicked thought popped into Dane’s head. He strolled casually over to Oliver. “Have you met our illustrious Governor yet?” he asked with a lazy smile.

“No. So far we’ve managed to miss each other,” the Lieutenant’s voice was dry.

“He’s just stepped outside for a minute if you want to catch him alone,” Dane offered, looking as innocent as possible. The other man nodded, politely. “Thanks.”


Time to confront that elusive Governor, thought Mike. He wove his way through the crowd and left the room. He looked around but there was no one in the reception area. Guessing the Governor had gone up to the roof garden for a breath of air, Mike stepped on the yellow disk and slowly ascended. The only man he could see was wearing a bright pink vest and purple pants, watching a curl of smoke drift up from a small pipe in his hand. Damn. He must have missed the Governor after all. Most likely he had just popped into the restroom downstairs.

Mike must have made a small sound of frustration because the smoker turned toward him. His face was rugged rather than handsome, but his full lips curled into a warm smile at the sight of him. The smile lit up his whole face.

“Aren’t you adorable?” murmured the stranger, stepping closer. “Were you looking for me?”

“No. Not unless you’re the Governor,” Mike smiled back despite himself. He had been so focussed on keeping celibate to protect his career he couldn’t remember the last time he had flirted with a stranger, even mildly.

“Don’t I look like the Governor?” replied the other man, still smiling, as if inviting Mike to share in the joke. “Did Dane send you up here?”

“You could say that.”

“Oh good. I don’t think I’ve ever had a birthday present like you!” Before Mike could move the other man put his strong arms around him, pulling him firmly against his body. The kiss was hard and completely unexpected. What the—! Was the man mad? He wasn’t a damn birthday present!

Mike wrenched his mouth away. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? I’m a Patrol officer! Let go of me!”


For a moment Callan froze. Then he laughed, a trifle thickly. “Of course you are! Gods you’re so hot. I don’t know where Dane found you and to be honest I don’t really care.” He tried to capture the stranger’s lips again with his own, unable to believe his luck. The hottest man he had seen in years was in his arms. Dane had promised him something “special” for his birthday, but could he possibly be that lucky?

The next thing Callan knew, he was flat on his back, winded. Well that was a surprise, he thought, trying to catch his breath. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had got the better of him like that.

Callan blinked up at the man in black towering over him. He looked absolutely furious. A cold tendril of unease wove through the happy anticipation caused by lust and brandy. Oh no! He couldn’t really be... could he?

“I see you’ve met then, Governor, Lieutenant,” Serra Yoshida’s amused tones floated from the garden behind them.



About the Author

I live in Australia with my partner, daughter and two cats.

After thirty years of working with the unemployed, coping with threats, tears and broken lives (and these were only from fellow staff!), I took early retirement.  Best decision ever!  Now I can spend my days actually doing what I always dreamt of - writing, reading and occasionally fishing!

I love the freedom of science fiction, the freedom to use my imagination, not only for my characters but for the setting and the plots.  Creating your own world - what could be better than that?

At present I am working on a series of nine books, all gay romances set in my version of the Aurigan constellation.  I also love to write sci-fi short stories, both with and without, romance.