He looked pretty pissed off. None of the 3 knew why that would be the case. "Just my damn luck. I can't believe I'm bonded to a fucking clone. I was throat fucking a girl and my Key never activated. How are you going to fix it now?" he spat. Noah looked at him with disdain. "Our Locks are on our ass. How the hell did you not see it? Even before then, why the fuck would you rape a guy when he's knocked out!?" Cinnabar snapped in anger. He was the one who was wronged here. Cole was the name of the bully. He came from a pretty decent family, money wise. He looked at Noah. "Get rid of him already. I don't want to be tied down to some freak." he commanded. Noah was not going to do that. "We've already gone through the steps to enroll him in the school and get ID. I can't just get rid of him. Besides, you are the one that did this. No one forced your dick into Cinnabar's ass. You deserve this." he said firmly. It was not what Cole wanted to hear. "So what!? Is he going to let me fuck him!?" he probed. It was then that Cinnabar grimaced. "I need to use my Lock once every 2 days!" he said.
Cole huffed in indignation. "What are you, a fucking slut? Even I don't hit that often." he demanded. Noah rolled his eyes. "The clones can't speak or anything when they are made. By using their Locks, they can gain the power of language." he explained reluctantly. It was something that he still was not all that comfortable with. Even more uncomfortable was the thought that his clone would be getting penetrated by a bully like Cole. Noah knew that he was straight. Being fucked in the ass did not appeal to him at all. That was pretty gay. Still, Cole would need to know if he was going to be bonded to Cinnabar. The bully rolled his eyes. "What a fucking waste of a Red Lock. It is a shitty power. No wonder why I wasn't feeling anything different." he said. "There is no such thing as a shitty power, you dumbass. You just need to know how it works and set yourself up so that it can shine. We can speak every language we hear. We have German and Spanish classes in this school. I went there on a bathroom trip today. Don't ask me to read or write, but yeah." Maroon said. It was all news to Noah.
It was something that Cinnabar nodded his head to. "I went when he came back. I can speak 3 languages now." he said. That was pretty amazing. Noah wished he had a practical ability like that. Something that would let him coast in life. Obviously, he could get it if he really wanted. All that he needed to do was have sex with someone and focus on that power. He would rather be able to teleport or make clones. There were clearly still bullies that posed a massive danger to him. Cinnabar took the bullet for him this time. Who knew what would happen if he was cornered like that? Cole sighed and said "I'm a White Key. After I flooded you, no one else wanted a turn." He had the nerve to look proud of that. Noah was fuming about it. He still remembered the massive amount of cum they all had to clean up. That did signal that he was a pretty powerful Key. Cinnabar was upset too. "Whatever. I'll be back in 2 days." he spat before stomping off. He had heard enough. Staying to talk more would just be a waste of his time. Noah felt the same way. Maroon and Noah followed him out of the school.
None of them were going to tell their parents. It was not something that they could actually help Cinnabar with. Once you were bonded, outside interference did not really matter. Cinnabar would be able to get it up still. It was just that his Lock would not activate unless he was getting fucked by Cole. Even if it was his intention to have a clean break with the bully, he would soon lose out on his ability to speak and exercise free will. That would be very bad for him. Noah did not know what to do about it. If there was something that he could do to help, he would. There was nothing that people could do about it. Maroon was not bonded to anyone. He needed to keep himself safe. A couple of days later, Cinnabar was at school. He was bonded at 11:56 on Thursday. It was only their second day of school. This was only the first week. Friday was a free day. 3:00 came and he was totally fine. It had only been 27 hours. He had 15 left. Obviously, that was not enough to last the weekend. The 3 met up with him in their third floor bathroom. Cole dropped his pants. "You need it this weekend, right!?"
