The Campus Killings {#LGBTQ #HORROR}

Chapter Eleven

Sex always made things better — the way two bodies met, driving each other towards the edge of oblivion, the blissful high and the homeless aftermath.

It was also the main way Amrit and Mali handled hardships — when Hurricane Laura came crashing into their lives, destroying everything in her path, they had found solace in the comfort of each other's bodies.

Amrit had discovered Mali had a small tattoo of the Zodiac on her left thigh and a scar above her right breast leftover from a childhood car accident whilst Mali had taken joy in discovering how sensitive her boyfriend's hips were and how attentive he was to her needs.

They fucked regularly, a healthy amount, bordering on obsessive as if they were still only fresh into their relationship. Mali had several boyfriends before moving from New York, whilst Amrit had only two prior girlfriends, both innocent kisses and hugs, but Mali was different.

Mali was hooking up in bathrooms, scratches down his back, wild sex, hardly the most romantic but that's just how she was, never one to waste time on such things like love.

Sure, they had said the sentiment to each other and he had meant it, but she was always too absorbed in herself to give herself fully.

Sweat was dripping from her forehead and pooling onto Amrit's stomach as she rode him, staccato moans falling from her lips as she lost herself in the moment, a perfect distraction from reality.

As soon as they had left the chapel following the argument with the others, they had decided to come back to Amrit's dorm and fuck away their problems, just as they had the night they heard Laura died.

Amrit's hand cupped her taut breast as he distantly hoped his roommate wouldn't walk in on them again — it had somehow happened thrice already and though Mali just seemed to be amused by it, Amrit did feel a little humiliated.

He attempted to clear his mind as she gyrated on him, grunts and gasps escaping him as the undeniable pleasure washed over, though he couldn't help but feel a little... bad.

He hadn't really known the others before coming here outside of Mali, who had transferred to his private school a few years prior, though had been pretty much accepted instantly into their friendship group, getting along with Brody especially and thus with Raleigh, since the pair had known each other prior, being charmed by Manuela and loving almost everything about Willa and her bubbly energy.

Obviously, Eilidh had been a problem from pretty much the beginning, but he knew that was at least in part due to her personal troubles and wanted to empathise with her, but Mali clearly did not.

He wanted to defend her like a loyal boyfriend should, but even he knew that she had crossed the line, even if the new guy was weird and off putting to him.

Mali arched her back as she slammed down onto him, her moans pitching up into soft cries that Amrit begged weren't heard by his immediate neighbours, "Oh, fuck!" her eyes slipped shut, her jaw falling slack, "Shit, I'm going to—"

"I think you were too harsh back there."

The words fell from his mouth, just as he lost control of his own body and shot off into a climax with her, though one effectively ruined by his utterance.

***

Meanwhile, Jake was sitting by the library window, his headphones on as he read back through the diary, once again scanning over the letter 'M' to name Laura's paramour.

On the table before him, his phone stood up against a pile of books, playing the film Stray Dog by Akira Kurosawa, his attention divided between the two.