Disclaimer : I don't own Claymore.

Author note : Well, I hadn't expected to do another one of those, but I got a little bit of inspiration, and since SoV is taking his time, here's a little something to help with the wait. This one is set between chapters 9 and 10 of Silver eyed Angel, before the Ghosts leave the North. As a warning, I always thought Deneve as something of a masochist so… yeah, they're going to get a bit rough and fairly OOC here. As usual, don't like, don't read.

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"What did you say?" Clare asked her counterpart as they sat near the fire in the cave they'd retired to at the end of their training.

The Ghosts would sometimes pair up in twos or threes for a few days to train in seclusion. Though with their recent agreement, Clare knew that training was no longer all they did together. Not to mention the small orgies that often broke out when the group gathered again, not that anyone ever complained – after keeping a lid on their sexual desires and physical attraction for each other for so long, the Ghosts had become quite eager to enjoy carnal pleasures. The Alpha of the group was no exception, and had been thoroughly enjoying the perks that came with her status.

Though she made sure to be fair, and had no qualms repaying her sisters for every orgasm they gave her.

Another minor consequence of this was, they had started wearing the Organization's uniforms again. Not out of nostalgia, but out of practicality : they had pretty much ripped off each other's clothes the first time, and had been only slightly more mindful afterwards. Since they didn't want to make their custom outfits again and again, and had plenty of spares that had been supplied for the Pieta campaign, it had been a logical choice.

Sitting across from Clare, Deneve, her current partner, shrugged. Just like Clare, she had already removed the extra armor for the night, remaining barefoot with only her shirt and pants. "I said, we both know some people will challenge you, Clare. What do you intend to do when it comes?" she repeated.

Clare bristled at the thought of some no-name coming between her and her soul mate. The mere idea was blasphemous in her mind, both her human and Yoma sides in full agreement, and there could only be one answer. "I'll give them a chance to back down, and if they don't, I'll beat them into submission."

"Can you?"

"What?"

Deneve smirked a little. "Well, usually you are on the receiving end of a butt-kicking." Clare scowled in response, both at the accusation and the numerous memories of having her face shoved into the ground by a stronger warrior. Then Deneve got serious again. "Anyway, even when we have sex, I have noticed you never let yourself go completely Clare. Unlike the rest of us." The short-haired warrior paused, remembering their first orgy where the pecking order had been decided. It had been quite violent, some of them hitting, clawing and even biting each other as their Yoma sides took over, herself included. Even now such displays were far from unusual among the Ghosts when they really got into it. "So this brings the question, can you do it? Can you deliberately hurt someone, as an Alpha?"

Clare stood up and glared. "Is this a challenge?"

"What if it is?" Deneve stood as well and stepped closer to Clare, a defiant smirk on her lips

The smaller warrior clenched her fists angrily. Deneve leaned forward. "What, no reaction? I guess in the end, you're still the same old, weak Forty Seven. Maybe I should formally challenge you. I might make a better Alpha aft…"

*SMACK*

Before Clare could even think about it, her fist collided with Deneve's cheek, sending the dual wielder to the ground. Deneve looked up and smirked. "Now we're talking. Come on Clare." she purred seductively. "Give it to me. I can take it so don't hold back."

Clare paused for a moment. Deneve was right, she always held back. She had never dared explore her darker side, instead trying to keep a higher path. Yet ever since she had felt Raki's overwhelming aura, this side had been roaring for release and she knew the others were like her, though her own was only fueled further by her love for the young man.

Deneve noted the pause and sighed in disappointment. "Looks like I was wrong. Oh well…" She began to stand up, and as such was caught off guard when Clare grabbed the front of her shirt and slammed her painfully against the rocky wall of the cave.

"Ah!" Deneve gasped in pain, and a bit of pleasure.

Clare didn't let go, and gave her a cold smile. "As you wish." In a display of the strength her deceptively small frame contained, Clare actually lifted the taller woman off the ground by her shirt and brutally slammed her again and again with such strength she left an imprint of her body in the rock.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Deneve grunted in pain with each impact. Her head jerked to her right violently as Clare slapped her across the face, then to her left at the following backhand.

"Owf!" she gasped as Clare's knee buried itself in her gut, knocking the air from her lungs, and she doubled over and held her stomach.

Clare grabbed a fistful of her short hair with her right hand, her wrist with the other, spun her around and slammed her again, front first this time. Deneve yelped in pain as her breasts took the brunt of it, uncomfortably squished between the wall and her body. Without releasing her hair, Clare twisted her arm behind her back and pressed herself against her, the added weight pushing her breasts harder against the rough rock.

"Nnnng~" This time the undertone of pleasure was unmistakable.

Clare smirked behind her. "Oh my! Looks like Helen was right. You do enjoy pain." As if to prove her point, she gave Deneve's hair a hard yank, pulling her head back. Deneve moaned loudly in response, turned on by the rough handling.

Clare kept her grip on Deneve's hair but shifted her left to her captive's shoulder and pulled the cloth to the side, attempting to reveal more of her skin.

"I brought some spares" Deneve informed her in a breathy voice.

Hearing this, Clare didn't hesitate and tore the entire upper left side of Deneve's shirt. A shoulder and shoulder blade were exposed to her eyes, the entire arm was left bare, and unseen to her, a firm breast was released from its confines, nipple already hard as it rubbed against the stone directly.

Clare kissed and nuzzled the smooth, lightly tanned skin of Deneve's shoulder and whispered, "I hit you."

"You did."

"But I didn't make you bleed." Before Deneve could reply, Clare's teeth sank into her shoulder causing her to scream in pain. Driven by animal lust and dominance, the Alpha didn't stop after breaking the skin however, and dug into her flesh. Blood poured into Clare's mouth but even then, she kept biting deeper and deeper, only stopping short of actually ripping off the small bit of flesh. Deneve turned her head and saw Clare grinning at her with a bloody mouth.

"Don't move." Clare ordered as she moved away, though not before giving her friend's ass a sharp, not-so playful spank. "I'm not done with you."

"Yes Mistress." Deneve acknowledged, causing Clare to shiver in delight, as she did every time she was reminded of her status.

Clare returned to their supplies and retrieved a canteen of water. She quickly rinsed her mouth, spat the rest of the blood on the ground, and moved back to Deneve who hadn't moved from her position. The only difference was that she had her hands on the wall now. Clare poured the cold water on the wound she'd made, washing away the blood and revealing that it had already healed completely, leaving the skin unmarred and smooth again.

Looking at the exposed skin, the smaller warrior had to admit Deneve had a nice backside. Due to her dual-wielding style, her back and shoulders were slightly broader and noticeably more muscular than other warriors. It made for an interesting and attractive contrast with her undeniably womanly curves. Kind of like her short, boyish hair only made her feminine face stand out. Clare felt a sudden need to see more.

Deneve was wondering what Clare had in store for her when she felt the rest of her shirt being torn away. The cloth around her neck was then carefully removed so as not to damage it, and put aside safely. She then heard some rustling behind her and felt a now topless Clare press herself against her, the stiff nubs of her soft mounds poking her back. The Alpha wrapped her arms around her waist, but instead of a gentle hug, Clare seized her breasts and proceeded to squeeze them hard.

"Nnnn… Ah!" Deneve had always thought that Clare was annoyed with her rather average (but still very attractive) bust size, and slightly resentful of more endowed women. Deneve wasn't as stacked as Miria, but she and Cynthia were not very far behind their leader and tied with each other So with the knowledge that her current partner was into pain, Clare was obviously enjoying the opportunity to get a bit rougher with the objects of her frustrations.

"… Harder." Denever moaned. "… Please."

Make that a good bit rougher. Clare was happy to oblige and applied more pressure, causing the firm flesh to bulge between her fingers as they dug into the full orbs, or occasionally switching to pinch and pull the rock-hard nipples that adorned them. She was already well past the strength she'd used on Miria but it still wasn't enough as Deneve spoke again.

"More."

Going for broke, Clare gave a sudden, especially hard squeeze with half-Yoma strength which all but flattened Deneve's sizeable assets against her chest. In response Deneve arched her back and screamed in release, her head rolling back to rest on Clare's shoulder.

'She actually came from that.' Clare thought in slight amazement at the large smile on her friend's face, even as she soothingly rubbed the aching orbs, which got cute mewls of pleasure from the normally stoic woman. Finally Deneve came back from her high and turned her head to look into Clare's lustful silver eyes.

"More?" Clare asked with a grin.

"You bet. Fuck me Clare, I told you I can take it" Deneve smirked in challenge.

Once assured of her partner's willingness, the Alpha's grin became devilish. She moved her left arm around Deneve to support her and moved her right down, teasing her toned stomach on the way. Deneve shuddered when it reached her still covered crotch.

Clare traced the large wet spot Deneve had made from creaming her pants. The cloth was soaked through, clinging to her sex. "Cumming so hard from having your tits mauled… you don't just enjoy pain, you love it don't you?" Clare stated more than asked.

"Only… ah! Only from the people above me though." Deneve breathed, somewhat distracted by the teasing fingers floating over her covered sex.

"And all that speech was just an excuse to rile me up." Suddenly Clare grabbed the top of Deneve's pants and yanked them up hard. The fabric sharply wedged itself into her crotch, drawing a yelp of surprise from her captive.

"You actually wanted me to hurt you, you dirty masochist. Right?" Clare continued, yanking harder with every word. Deneve's yelps escalated to cries and shrieks as her pants dug into her vagina and rubbed her clitoris, and she was forced to her toes with each pull. Feeling especially mean, Clare gave a final yank and kept it up even though the stretched fabric began to tear. A loud ripping sound coincided with Deneve's howl of pleasure as she came from the wedgie, bracing herself against the wall to avoid falling as she gasped to breath.

Clare casually dropped the soaked bit of cloth to the side, noticing the ruined pants falling down Deneve's legs. This left the former number Fifteen completely naked to Clare's approving eyes.

"Not bad for a Forty-Seven, right?" Clare taunted as she hugged her sister-mate from behind with one arm, her other hand caressing the smooth, well-toned ass.

"Not bad…" Deneve panted. "You can still… do better though." she finished as her hands found the exposed skin of Clare's arm, and she raked her nails into the flesh hard.

Surprised at the unexpected pain (and a small twinge of pleasure), Clare screamed and shoved Deneve aside, the tired warrior falling unceremoniously to the ground as she was unable to catch herself.

Clare checked the minor yet bloody scratches she had just received, before glaring at Deneve. Said warrior grinned back challengingly and deliberately parted her legs, shamelessly showing the Alpha her aroused pussy, still wet from her orgasm. Add to this the hard, swollen nipples of her full breasts, and the athletic frame covered with a sheen of sweat that glowed slightly in the firelight, and Clare found herself growling in desire. The dangerous look on the Alpha's face had Deneve wondering if she had pushed her too far.

Clare all but tore her own pants off, exposing her own wet, bare sex, and lunged at the prone warrior with such ferocity that Deneve couldn't tell if she wanted to fuck her, kill her or both.

Fucking it was as Clare spread Deneve's legs wide and slammed their crotches together in a scissor position, causing the shorter-haired woman to scream at the stimulation her still-sensitive pussy received. Clare didn't care much and proceeded to furiously grind her needy slit against her friend's, making sure to bump their clits together a few times and causing them both to gasp in rapture. After a few minutes she changed position, straddling Deneve's left thigh while raising the other on her shoulder and holding on it, using the increased leverage to increase her pace. The pair's grunts of pleasure were joined by the wet slapping sounds of their soaked groins whenever they met at Clare's furious thrusts, both women's breasts bouncing wildly in synch with each motion of their harsh coupling.

"You… like… that… don't you?" Clare grunted in exertion while sweat dripped from her lithe form.

"Oh god!... Yeah… just like that… Fuck me… harder… Ohhhh!" Despite moaning and groaning continuously, Deneve managed to look up at Clare, and saw the Alpha was now sensually licking the leg she was holding without even breaking her fast pace. Mischievous silver eyes met her pleasure-fogged ones and Clare bit her again, her calf this time, while pinching her lover's clitoris at the same time.

"OH FUCK CLARE!" Deneve's back arched off the ground and she howled in release, the delicious mix of pleasure and pain triggering another violent orgasm.

She wasn't given even a moment to recover, feeling a pair of thighs surround her head and opening her eyes just in time to see Clare's crotch fill her field of vision. She caught a glimpse of swollen nether lips spread to reveal the enticing pink inner flesh before the Alpha completely sat down on her face and proceeded to frantically grind and rub herself all over her, throwing her head back and groaning loudly. Clare's juices were flowing freely, as if trying to drown Deneve, but the prone woman wasn't given the option to properly pleasure her friend, as Clare's erratic movements ensured she didn't remain in place for more than a moment.

Lost in pleasure and lust, Clare was forcefully making her point : Deneve and the others belonged to her, hers to pleasure, punish, and claim however she wished. And right now, the position, the merciless way Clare was pushing Deneve down will all her weight and the callous pace made it clear that Clare didn't want Deneve to pleasure her : she was using her for her own pleasure, and Deneve had no choice but to take it until Clare was done. Deneve moaned softly under her, hands moving up to grab Clare's deliciously round, firm ass and squeezed it gently to convey her submission.

"Oh yeah… take it you bitch!" Clare purred proudly in satisfaction and seized a double fistful of Deneve's hair, using it to pull her face deeper and harder into her crotch. With her gushing pussy directly on Deneve's mouth and her clit pressing against Deneve's nose, Clare stopped holding back and came all over her friend, her loud screams echoing through the cave for over two minutes. In the meantime, Deneve tried to keep up with the delicious nectar flooding into her mouth but there was too much to swallow, causing some to pour down her cheeks onto the floor.

With her screaming slowly decreasing into a loud panting as her orgasm subsided, Clare collapsed to the side, not caring that her legs remained propped on Deneve's chest. She laid there, her silver eyes looking at the roof of the cave, trying to catch her breath from the orgasm she had inflicted on herself. Deneve was no better, face and torso absolutely soaked with cum and gulping air hungrily after Clare had nearly drowned her.

"So…" Clare asked from her position, "how's that for letting myself go?"

Deneve didn't answer, still too amazed to talk. The passion Clare hid behind her usual aloofness, the glow she'd had during sex, the way she had dominated the intercourse from the start… It had been unbelievable. Clare shifted and her head appeared above her, a wicked grin on her pretty face. "What, do we need to go another round?" she asked teasingly, one hand moving to idly caress Deneve's taut stomach and ready to go further down.

'She's already ready for more?' Deneve asked herself in surprise and mild panic. The wide-eyed look on her face had Clare giggling in mirth, glad that her friend now knew some jokes were off-limits, before she lowered her face.

The kiss that Clare placed on Deneve's lips was gentle after the previous roughness of their encounter, her tongue seeking entrance and then moving to softly explore Deneve's hungry mouth instead of devouring her. Despite Deneve's fears, the final round was sweet and loving, bodies moving together, hands softly stroking each other's folds. Clare led the pace, but followed Deneve's wishes and made sure their climax came at the same time. Not as violent as their previous ones, it was the perfect conclusion to the night, leaving them pleasantly exhausted as they cuddled together fully naked, Deneve's head pillowed over Clare's smaller breasts while Clare caressed her back. Skin to skin contact was another guilty pleasure the Ghosts had found themselves indulging in lately.

"Clare? Can I ask a favor from you?" the former Number Fifteen asked before they drifted to sleep.

"Sure."

"Could you keep this part of me a secret for now? As I said, it's only with the people above me. You, Miria, Raki when the time comes… those who'll earn it… But even being seen like this by those below in rank…I don't think I'm ready for this yet." she trailed off, sounding almost ashamed at the idea.

"Gotta keep your reputation as the tough, no-nonsense girl we know and love, right?" Clare smiled knowingly. "As you wish. So, should I invite Miria next time?"

"I'd rather have her alone first." Deneve shuddered in a mix of fear and arousal at the thought of the two strongest of their group having their way with her at the same. Clare chuckled in response, her lids getting heavy. "But," Deneve continued somewhat shyly, "if you ever need to blow some steam, I mean, more harshly than usual… well I'm yours to do as you wish, Mistress."

"I'll take you up on that." Were Clare's final words before sleep claimed them.