A Grimmjow x Neliel fic. What else could you expect from me? This idea just came to me. I don't know when, and I don't remember why. It just up and jumped at me, and I knew I had to write it. It invaded my thoughts, and all of the other things I have to write have been pushed aside.

Well, until I write some more chapters, and a one-shot or two, I'm not posting the second chapter. (And I'll try not to write it…)

But I had a lot of fun writing this chapter, and it was meant to be a one-shot at first. Well, it got a little out of hand. If I kept writing it as a one-shot, it would end up being like, 20 pages or more. (It's at about 14 right now. Okay, make that 30 pages!)

Anyway, Bleach, I do not own. I borrow the characters and make them do things they would never do…but I don't own them.

-With Feral Intensity-

Games to be Played (The hunted) – Chapter One

They had left her there, within Hueco Mundo.

Neliel Tu Oderschvank, fully healed, returned to at least her former glory. She could achieve so much more.

Somehow, she felt empty. Granted, she was a hollow, and hollows tended to be, well, hollow, but this was a different kind of emptiness.

She felt like she needed something that she was lacking.

She did not understand it; she had never felt this way before.

She wanted the feeling to go away. What was it that she needed so desperately to find? What was it?

What was it?

She would never understand.

So she trekked through the white, pure sands of Hueco Mundo, her luscious hair filling with the grains.

Being one of the tallest women in Hueco Mundo did not really protect her from the sands. The grit covered her, until she felt as though she could take no more.

Then, she was falling, falling…and all was black. Never to know how much time had passed; Neliel had disappeared from the sands.

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He had been deposited deep within the Menos forest, by that bastard Aizen himself.

Naturally, Grimmjow was pissed, but he had been restored, and thus, was forced to be fine with it.

Not that they would let him live if he was not.

He fought to stay alive. Every day that he opened his eyes was a new battle.

Rarely, he found reprieve. Those were the moments he fought for, strangely enough, considering that Grimmjow Jeagerjacques was a creature that craved that endless cycle of battles.

A stark comparison with Neliel, who shied away from that, could easily be made.

He stalked through the forest, daring any of the idiotic menos to come for him.

He managed to catch sight of a great deal of them crowding around…something.

And that something was fighting for its life, judging by the pants and grunts of effort—and the flash that occasionally ripped through a menos. The flash looked to belong to something similar to a zanpakuto—perhaps it was a zanpakuto.

Grimmjow's curiousity had been piqued. Whatever this thing was, it could certainly hold its own.

"If you've got enough time to be standing around watching me, why don't you help me out?" a feminine voice demanded with great effort.

"Shit…" Grimmjow's hand was immediately drawing Pantera to help the woman. Maybe he'd get a good fuck if he saved her from the menos.

He slashed through a couple of menos before catching a good look at the female. White skull mask, green hair, pink birthmark, large breasts…she looked an awful lot like that little brat whose head he had threatened to blow off. The one who had been hanging on Ichigo like he was her big brother, or something retarded like that.

Why was she still around? Moreover, why was she an adult?

In another glance he managed to ascertain the state of her attire. It was next to nothing that she wore, and breasts, hips and thighs were easy to make out.

She had a great fucking body, he decided.

"Hey…thanks," she muttered, slashing through yet another menos. He saw also that she was glistening in sweat, and she was stained in blood. Damn, did she ever look hot.

And damn, did she ever notice him staring at her.

"Pay attention!" she cried, shoving him aside and slashing through a menos that had been just about to devour Grimmjow whole. "Idiot! Watch yourself! If you're trying to help me, you'd better wait to ogle me!" she warned.

"Son of a bitch!" he exclaimed, blasting through three menos at a time with a cero. So he'd been caught. What a bitch! Well, she'd saved his life, so that meant he owed her something. Damn.

"You're not bad, Jeagerjacques."

How the fuck does she know my name? He found himself thinking. Granted, she was a privaron, and a dweller of Hueco Mundo, and thus she knew each of the espada's names.

Hell, she'd probably known Aizen before Grimmjow even popped out of the sand.

"Hey!" He heard her voice, irritated and right above him. The hell?

He was lying on his back, next to a tree.

"You got knocked out. I just thought I'd help you out."

Great, another fucking debt.

"Why the fuck would you do that? I didn't do shit for you."

"You helped me. I have to thank you for that."

"I didn't fucking help much if I got myself knocked out!" Grimmjow argued indignantly.

"Idiot." She leaned forward, brushing his lips with hers. "You helped plenty."

"Hey." His voice was considerably calmer, beseeching.

"Yes?"

"You're not gonna follow up?" he demanded.

"You did nothing to deserve it, from what you are telling me." She said in her superior tone.

"Bitch."

"Don't worry, we'll be here for a while. You'll have plenty of chances." She returned, and then she was gone without warning.

Grimmjow found that he was lying in an abandoned section of the forest, and Neliel's reiatsu could not be tracked.

And fuck, was he ever horny.

It had been such a long time since his last fuck, and as easy as it was to do without sex in a place offering nothing but fights, once Neliel, a desirable woman, was placed into the scenario, he found his desires raising. Literally.

"Son of a bitch."

He wanted her. He would have to just find her again sometime. There was no way around it, and that pissed him off. She was probably laughing at him right at that moment, somewhere. That pissed him off, too.

"Fuck. Fuck this!" he slammed his fist into a tree, finding that it hurt him more than it hurt the tree. That fucking sucked!

"Fuck you Neliel!"

Shit, he hoped she wasn't in earshot.

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Neliel amused herself, for what seemed to be days, by killing the menos. It was more like survival than amusement, but she told herself she was doing it for pure joy.

She hated killing. She was lying to herself.

She meant only to find ways to make the killings all right, in her mind, at least.

Survival just was not enough. To her, she needed a better reason. Claiming the lives of idiots was wrong. It was unjust, unfair.

She did not like it.

She had to accept it.

She also had to accept Grimmjow's presence in the forest.

She had to accept the fact that the people she had thought of as friends had abandoned her.

Neliel Tu Oderschvank had a lot of things to accept, and sometimes, it did not sit so well with her. Sometimes, she felt like she would fall apart, and kill everything in sight. It was not as though she was not already doing that, but she felt that it would be on a larger scale.

Mass genocide, she contemplated the effects of such within the forest. There would be no more arrancar. There would be no more soldiers. There would be no more war, or necessity to fight.

Or, perhaps there would be an even larger necessity.

Grimmjow would be happy.

She scoffed at the thought of that blue-haired beast. Sure, he had saved her from becoming a tasty snack for some driveling idiot of a menos, sure he had looked unquestionably sexy covered in that blood, his muscles rippling with every slash that connected with a body…but she was different than him.

She was Neliel Tu Oderschvank, and thus, she would not stoop to his level.

She would avoid him at all cost. She would not speak to him. She would not seek him out. She would not give off any reiatsu for clues.

She would become a needle in a haystack, of sorts. A haystack consisting of dead trees and looming idiots, the idea brought a smile to Neliel's smooth face.

"Grimmjow may not be looming…but he certainly is the biggest idiot in this forest," she mused aloud.

After all, being in solitude for too long could cause her to forget how to speak. She did not want that.

"I'll take that as a compliment, Nel." Grimmjow growled sarcastically as he stalked up to her.

Her eyes appraised him without concern. "Oh? You would be foolish to do so. Do you think that I owe you something, Grimmjow? Is that why you are seeking me so desperately?"

"Desperately? The fuck makes you think that?" He demanded fiercely, defensively.

"I can feel your reiatsu crashing about this forest recklessly. I can feel you stumbling about like an utter jackass in your vain attempts at finding me. Now that you have, are you satisfied?" she questioned. "Or is there something more you want?"

"Damn right there's something more I want!"

"You cannot have it."

"Why the fuck not?"

"Why? Why not? How dare you ask me why?" She stated as though to say the conversation was over. To Grimmjow, however, it was not.

"How dare I? Fuck you!" he growled. "I save your life, and you fucking act this way?"

"You saved my life? Quite the contrary, my dear former espada." She cooed, her eyes taking in his form. "You know that it was exactly the opposite."

"Fuck you! Fuck you, Neliel!"

"You sound weak when you speak in that way, Grimmjow."

"What?"

"You sound like a child. A mere child."

"You're one to talk." He growled.

"Of course I am. I know firsthand. I remember what it was like to be a child. I doubt you remember how many menos you killed before breakfast just so that you could get a bite. Memories are meaningless in this place. I consider you lucky if you cannot remember."

"Oh, I can fucking remember."

"Can you? Then remember this. If you want me, you are going to have to try a great deal harder." With that, she had risen, and she was again gone from Grimmjow's sight. It was far too easy to lose him, and she knew she had gotten a rise out of him from the way his reiatsu flared.

Probably a quite literal rise, when she thought it through.

My thoughts are far too immodest, she thought with a sigh, brushing her bloodstained hair from her face. Would she ever wash herself of the stain this place had left upon her?

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"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" Grimmjow let out a stream of obscenities as he sliced through menos after menos. He was the king, the fucking KING! But the king of fucking what, now? Just what the fuck was he king of?

He had evolved, only to be thrown back where he had come from. How ironic. HOW UTTERLY FUCKED UP!!

He groaned in frustration, continuing his rampage on the idiotic hollows. They were so easy to kill. It would not be quite as easy were they to group together, but he had long since found ways around that, such as his beloved gran rey cero. Too fucking easy. He hated it.

He wanted a more fulfilling battle.

Neliel was an espada once, he suddenly recalled out of fucking nowhere.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed happily, determined, once again, to scour the entire forest to find the green-haired wench.

After hours of intensive labor, he had all but given up.

"Fuck…"

"Looking for something, Grimmjow?" a voice from above him called softly.

"Holy shit! Where the hell—oh…" he growled an obscenity or two under his breath as he caught sight of her sitting in a tree, high above him. Had she been following him or something, or had she just been there the entire time?

"Yes, I've been following you. You really are quite interesting when you are angry." She remarked.

"What?"

"All of those things you said about what you'd do to me if you could get me naked and under your control were rather amusing, I must admit despite myself," She said, with a smile permeating her tone.

"Oh." He looked down at the ground, clearly defeated. Clearly, Neliel had bested him on all fields.

Neliel truly was amused by what Grimmjow's anger had fueled him to say. 'Neliel, if I ever find you, I am going to fuck you until you're not breathing anymore! Then, I'm gonna fucking bang the breath right back into you!' had been among her favorites.

"What was it you were seeking me for, Grimmjow?"

"I want to fight you."

"Oh? Do you?" She seemed close to laughter.

"Fuck yes."

"Why?"

"Because it'd be the most fulfilling battle I could have in this shitty place."

"That's the smartest thing you've said yet." Neliel smirked down upon him. "Perhaps I will oblige." She jumped down from the tree, landing neatly before him. "You have to be willing to push yourself like you've never pushed yourself in your entire existence." She warned him, tracing his bare cheek with her finger.

"Shit, I'm more than willing." He returned confidently, unwilling to be distracted by the seductive action of her finger.

"Good. Then I will be here, waiting for you, eventually." She was satisfied that he had not made an advance on her due to her action, despite herself. Grimmjow was a man who knew what he wanted, and she liked that.

"Why the fuck not right now?" he demanded.

"That is not for you to worry about." She stated in a threatening tone.

"Fuck you." He growled, scoffing. "How the hell will I know when to come back?"

"I'll give you a sign." She retorted, slapping his cheek lightly. "Now, go. Amuse yourself elsewhere." She turned and made her way up into the tree once again.

He did not stray far from her staked claim, though he thought he could somehow sense her irritation with his proximity. He was anxious to fight Neliel; he was tired of the monotony that had become his life.

He wanted to end the pointlessness, the futility of his battles with the menos.

He had long since forgotten how to escape the barren wasteland that was not so barren.

And he was so hungry.

He finally received his beacon, a flash of Neliel's reiatsu. He followed it, easily finding her claim. She was in her tree, smirking down upon him, her right foot resting on the branch, her knee bent so that her thigh jutted up from her body at an angle, and her calve down from her knee at nearly the same angle. Her left foot swung from the branch lazily, her hands settled in her lap, her back up against the trunk of the tree.

She looked so sexy, and so dominant in that position. Grimmjow found he was licking his lips despite himself.

"You have been anticipating this." Neliel murmured, her eyes half closed.

"Damn right I have!"

"Good. Come with me." She was beside him in an instant, her hand gripping his arm. He found he was suddenly moving much faster than he had moved in a long time, and knew that he was in for it.

When finally the trees had stopped rushing by, Grimmjow found that they were in a rather large, anomalous clearing. He was surprised with her knowledge of the forest, and grateful for it. He grinned at her.

"How the fuck did ya find this place?"

"Simple. I searched for such a place, and I found this. There is nothing that can disturb us here, for I have sealed it against the menos with my reiatsu." She assured him with a smile.

"Well, fuck, why don't you stay here?"

"I do." She returned. "What? Did you seriously think I stayed in the same position the entire time you were waiting?" she scoffed.

"Of course not!" he defended himself indignantly, a lie, of course.

"I do not care, either way. You came here to fight. We will fight." She returned, drawing her blade. "Come at me."

"Wait…"

"I said, come at me." Her tone was menacing, it meant that she would not take no for an answer. He would come at her, or she would slice him in two.

He rushed forward, drawing his blade and slashing at her.

She blocked him so easily that he thought she could have matched up with the primero.

"You look surprised." She remarked.

"More like fucking excited! This is gonna be great."

She scoffed once more at him, shoving his blade back. It was too easy to do, for she was stronger. She had killed far more menos than he had in her shorter stay in the forest, she was sure, and that had done something to increase her strength.

Her mental, physical, and emotional, strength; all had been increased.

She was an incredible warrior, now. She was Neliel Tu Oderschvank, a goddess in her own right.

She pulled her blade back and slashed at Grimmjow's side, drawing copious amounts of blood.

"You'll have to try harder, for you really are not worth my time. Did I not warn you?" she demanded. She was a different Neliel. Her time in the forest had changed her. Were Nnoitora still alive, she could find the will to kill him.

"Fuck…you…" he muttered, holding his side and gasping for breath. His hand dripped his blood, and he glared furiously at her. "I'll fucking try harder…"

They hadn't been fighting for so long, but he was already hurting. He was bleeding, he was bruised and his head ached from thinking up battle strategies.

He backed away from Neliel, taking his hand from his side. "I'll show you a real fight, woman." He muttered, holding his blade before him horizontally. His left hand he moved toward the guard and placed his fingers on the blade, taking on a psychopathic expression as he did so.

Neliel watched with utter disinterest, though she really was interested despite herself.

Grimmjow's blade took on an aqua hue as his reiatsu circulated around him. "Grind…" his nails dug into the metal. "Pantera!" Then, his fingers scraped along the blade until there was no more left. His reiatsu kicked up so much dust that Neliel could no longer ascertain his position from sight, but she could depend on his reiatsu. After all, he was doing nothing to conceal it.

The dust dissipated, and there was Grimmjow, in his full panther-king-like glory. He looked ready to kill, however, Neliel would not let him do so. Not her, in the least. His claws clenched and unclenched as he glared at her. She smirked confidently at him.

"I refuse to release unless you prove to ever be a challenge to me." She informed him calmly.

"You sayin' we're gonna fight again, Nel?"

"If I do not find it pleasing to kill you."

"Fuck you."

"You should be more concerned." She retorted, appearing at his side unexpectedly, and slashing at his back. He managed to use his tail to whip at her, and she gritted her teeth fiercely, gripping his tail in one hand as she slashed at his chest. She drew blood.

"BITCH!" he growled, attempting to claw at her face.

"It won't be so easy."

By the time Grimmjow had been forced to admit to defeat, both were glistening in sweat and blood, but only Grimmjow was panting. Neliel looked to him with a sigh.

"You managed to cut me." She told him, pointing to a spot just beneath her breast.

"What the fuck do I get?" he panted.

"Nothing. Perhaps something." She dabbed her finger in the bleeding wound on her ribs. She lifted the bloody finger to her nostrils, which flared with the scent of her blood, his blood, intermingling.

It was heavily intoxicating; it was a scent she had not smelled in ages.

Grimmjow very obviously felt the same, for he looked as though he had achieved nirvana.

"You enjoy it too." She mused.

"Fuck yeah. Hold still, Nel." He told her, and she watched him warily. Before she could protest, his mouth was fastened upon the wound beneath her breast, licking away the blood greedily. Despite herself, she enjoyed it. She wanted more.

Blood was an aphrodisiac.

"Grimmjow…" her voice was firm and demanding.

"Shut up, I know." He muttered; his voice muffled against her marred skin.

"Do you?"

"Of course I fucking know, Neliel." He grumbled. "So be quiet and enjoy it." He demanded. She obliged grudgingly, sighing. His mouth moved from her wound to the breast above it, easily lifting the tattered fabric from it. He then fastened his mouth to the nipple, and found her gasp aroused him more than he had ever thought possible.

Shit, he hadn't even gone out of his released form. He pulled away from a moment, leaving Neliel to writhe on the ground, hungry for his touch, as he returned to his normal body. His mouth then sought hers in a seething kiss. She whimpered softly into his mouth, her body pressing up to meet his.

Had she wanted this before, secretly?

She did not care. She wanted it now.

He was between her legs as soon as they fell apart for him, pressing up against her and resting some of his weight on her.

"Grimmjow…" she murmured.

"I'm going to fucking kill you…"

"Do it." She taunted, her eyes glassy when he neglected his pleasure giving for too long. He would not kill her. He found he needed her. He wanted her.

"Oh, just shut the hell up like I said."

She smiled up at him docilely. He hated that. He did not know why, but that expression made him want to put her in a choke hold. He settled for removing his clothing, which was rapidly becoming uncomfortable. She whimpered as she felt his manhood against her stomach as he leaned forward to kiss her briefly.

Not willing to wait any longer, Grimmjow ripped what remained of Nel's bottoms off. Then, without a word, Grimmjow was thrusting into Neliel. She gasped, her head falling back, and her back arcing until her hips were as high as they could be.

The brutality of each thrust made her ache within, but somehow, it was right. Neliel was a masochist at heart; Neliel enjoyed the pain. Suffering made the good things even better.

Her nails managed to find his back and claw their way down it, leaving bloody wheals as reminder. His pleasure was only heightened by this act. His pace increased, leaving Neliel raw, but fulfilled--twice, three times, five times—until she felt like passing out in the near future would be a necessity.

It wasn't until her fifth time around, sometime far after they had begun their passionate affair that Grimmjow released his final time, flooding her with warmth.

"Damn…best sex I've had in a long time." He panted, falling upon her heaving breasts.

"I must admit…that that…was good…" she replied, her voice soft, tremulous. She wanted sleep. She wanted more. She would have more. Forget telling Grimmjow that she knew how to leave this place; she would make him hers, first. Before they starved to death. She panted to catch her breath, her golden eyes on Grimmjow.

"Woman…" he muttered, taking her in his arms. She was cold all of a sudden, and he wanted her near him for reasons he could not, nay, did not want to understand. Her body was warm, but she was shivering.

"I'm…c-cold," she said, with chattering teeth. He held her closer, stroking her back tenderly, surprising himself, and her. Her eyes widened to show her surprise, and her pleasure, and he could not bring himself to shove her away to bear the cold on her own. Instead, he held her even closer, kissing her forehead tenderly.

Shit, was he getting soft or what?

"Grimmjow…"

"Nel! Just shut up and go to sleep or something." He warned. She must have fallen asleep in the middle of his sentence, for he heard her soft breathing, the slow rising and falling of her chest. She was suddenly peaceful. His arms tightened around her possessively as he fell into that same sleep.

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"Uwah! Grimmjow! It's eating my hair!"

Neliel's cry had awakened him. He opened his eyes, frowning. What the hell?

"Grimmjow! Let go of me! I can't breathe! I can't get this thing out of my hair!" she cried furiously.

"Shit! Sorry!" he let her go, and she set to work on prying some…thing…from her luscious, green locks. She tossed it at Grimmjow accidentally, and he managed to catch it.

It was just some tiny hollow animal.

"Even my hair has reiatsu." Neliel explained slowly, calmly. "Every part of me has it. That little thing must have been too hungry to merely absorb it from the air. I have more reiatsu than you. That is why the menos come after me more than they come after you." She continued.

"Well, I was kinda wondering about that. Ya can't just get stronger on your own." He returned. "If ya want…" he paused, not sure how his words would go over with Neliel. "I could stick around, and take on some of the fighting for you." He could not believe what he was offering! And to her! Well, she did look good naked…

"Yes. That would be fine." She stated indifferently.

"Hey! I'll—" he had been just about to argue for why he should protect her, when he realized she had said yes. He felt like an idiot all of a sudden. "Oh. Good." He said offhandedly. That meant he'd be by her side all the time! No more crashing through the forest searching desperately, no more lonely nights without a warm body at least near him. (Though he had felt her presence near him on more than one occasion, despite her desperation to hide her very existence from him.)

She would be near him. She would be near him. Despite his will to believe that existence without her would be okay, he knew that it was meaningless. He needed her. He wanted her. He felt whole all of a sudden, for reasons he did not understand.

Little did he know, Neliel felt exactly the same way.

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There. Chapter one. Review? Please? I'll give you a cookie!