Chapter 30

It was the first day of anger management class, simply one day before the incident. In this time Sasuke had become privy to the information that, regardless of how he acted, he would not be able to get out of these sessions for a good six months. There were 12 students present and 1 therapist, aside from 4 elite guards, excessive maybe, but perhaps not. All the necessary people had taken the seats formed in a circle, and shared out brief or detailed information depending on the person. Sasuke, however was on autopilot.

There was a more pressing concern present, that being his realization that he was seemingly, at this stage, permanently crippled by his twin. It was a weakness he could not allow himself yes, but the ramifications of not satiating the part of his habits that involved being in proximity to her and, the more physical ones of having her appease his more carnal inclinations, were mind-blowingly detrimental to his health. He just spent three hours last night, in cold sweat, unable to get rest due to his body's burning desire for fulfillment and mind's unrelenting sexual imagery of Sakura's naked body, and hyper awareness of the danger she could be subjected to without his protection.

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Sasuke whipped off his sheets and rose from his bed. Ignoring the wreckage surrounding him, the teen walked to his wardrobe and pulled on a jacket over his tank, as well as sweat-pants and slip-on shoes. He exited the room, texting his twin to be outside her current dorm.

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Sakura was more worse off than she ever imagined she would be. Her body had curled into a fetel position with headphones securely in her ears, feeding recordings of Sasuke's voice in a losing attempt to soothe her agitation. Her body was letting loose tremors, ruffling the sheets that surrounded her small frame. She was reaching breaking point fast, and wasn't sure what to do with herself, tears spilled over no matter how much she tried to stop them. The over-whelming feeling of nausea was becoming more potent as a sense of abandonment and fear of safety crashed turbulent waves against her psyche. Underlying the torrid of emotions was a burning itch, one that she couldn't even attempt to satiate in her mental state.

Sakura felt her phone vibrate in the tightly clenched fingers, eyes snapping open. 'Meet me outside.' Three words. Three words that brought her clarity in an instant, a powerful wave of relief rolling down her tensed muscles, stopping the flow of tears brought on by anxiety. Uncaring of waking her friends, Sakura jumped off her bed and left the room. Her heart was pounding as she swung open the door, ready to sprint to him. She gasped as he appeared, eyes wide. She was frozen as she drunk in his form with disbelief. He just couldn't be real.

Sasuke didn't know how to process the influx of reactions he had at her bursting out of the room and into his sight. His body stopped tensing, his mind had cleared, all the powerful instincts, the alarm bells, the agitation, they all just stopped, as if they never had been there in the first place. There was a dawning realisation that he may be facing an opponent that severely outclassed him. How he was supposed to fight such an intense addiction was beyond his powers of deduction. He did not currently possess the mental strength to fight it, not when he was without emotion, without will. It may be a disconcertingly compelling compulsion… but it wasn't one he had the time, or resources to repress.

The older twin took one look at his sister's tear stained face, and the exhaustion radiating from her body, before gathering her into his arms and taking her back to their dorms. He hadn't even realised, till now, that he had sprinted to her, himself. Untroubled, he made his way to their bed, letting her sob in his arms and call his name, until she had calmed. He stripped them both down, and pressed her body firm against his, tucking her head on his chest and curling a protective arm around her shoulder. His other hand crossed her body, pressing against her sex with mechanical likeness. He played with the area absent-mindedly. His fingers twisted within her walls, rubbing, curling and thrusting as he thought about how he was going to minimalize this drawback.

"Mm, Sasuk-kun, nn…ah~" Sakura squirmed above him, bucking and panting helplessly. Sasuke let her mewls relax his mind like pleasant background noises. He was however, hyper-aware of the juices dripping down his cock, and the soft skin of her inner thigh massaging him with each movement. He let the sensations bring him to a gradual completion as he continued to strategize.

'I guess she'll need to move back in the room so I can get some sleep.' He palmed the lips of her pussy, circling his fingers inside her wet heat. 'I need to fuck her regularly too, so I don't lose focus.' The thick appendages scissored her open before a third slipped in. 'These small changes should make sure she doesn't have any more episodes, like lunch.' He resumed thrusting into her. 'If I keep her in my sight, she will become a less unstable factor, and so will my own body.' He curled his fingers slightly as he impaled her, aiming for her bundle of nerves. Her moans picked up volume at the repeated stimulation of her g-spot. 'Itachi isn't going to be pleased, I know he will have qualms about me using imouto to satiate my own needs. But who cares? She clearly wants it after all.' As if the universe was trying to prove him right, he felt her cunt clench hard as she climaxed, body shaking. Sasuke just licked his fingers as she slid her body down of her own violation, wrapping her lips around his cock.

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Sakura was now seated beside him, their chairs pushed together absentmindedly by Sasuke, her body tucked into his. The male had basically tuned out of the group's babble since the beginning, choosing to run his conscious through business propositions instead. True to Itachi's words, all he did was state his name, Sakura's, and the fact he beat a guy to near-death because the idiot was touching her. Sure, the lot of them were on guard immediately after that, but Sasuke could honestly not care less. He just wanted to get it over with already, regardless of his ever-stoic present state, wasting time was never going to be something he would advocate. It did, however, give him a more unaffected demeanor.

Sakura knew that Itachi would try to get Sasuke out of the anger management class after he started taking the stupid drug. After all, there was no longer any anger to manage. But, she also knew that Tsunade was a stubborn woman, who frankly, hated Sasuke's guts, and would probably make him go just to spite him. She, like her twin, became resigned, choosing to just lean against him, bored, until the hour was up. Other than memorising faces and their reasoning she was happy to entertain herself with thoughts of last night, the only curious note being the gaze of a carrot-topped male staying on them all through the session.

When it came time to leave, Sakura caught eyes with the strange boy, seated across the room. He had the body and expression of a gentle giant, but his eyes spoke of the soft reserved nature of someone who had done unspeakable things, but could still become a decent human being. She didn't understand why that seemed to resonate with her. Maybe because of his dark resemblance to her brother. Maybe it was because of her inexplicable need to help someone when they asked for it, and he seemed to be doing just that with his unwavering gaze. All she knew was that she wanted to get to know him, hoping an understanding of him would help her understand what she needed to do to save her brother's mind. What she didn't know, was that Sasuke had caught the exchange… gauging also the murderous intent, that almost imperceptibly exuded from the stranger, of which Sakura seemed to be blissfully unaware.