A/N: Hey~ I've fallen in love with this pairing and haven't felt the need to write a fic in so long but this really brought out my need for yaoi again.

Rated M for the inevitable. I hope you enjoy, and if you do (or don't) please tell me why in a review! 3 I appreciate it!

"Why is it that I never see you with any women, kid?" Dante mused, propping his feet up on his desk and crossing his legs as he lounged backwards in the chair. The provocative question irked Nero and he glared over the couch's back at the curious hunter. That was certainly out of the blue. He thought.

"Just what are you implying?" The youth growled.

"Nothin'," Dante shrugged off the boy's venomous counterstrike and then continued to piss him off, "It's just… you don't seem to take an interest in the ladies."

"You're saying I'm gay." Nero clenched and unclenched his devil bringer methodically in his lap with building annoyance. The elder shook his head and gave the boy an innocent smirk.

"Your words, not mine, kid. I'm just noting my observations thus far."

"Well do your notes include my relationship with Kyrie? Or did you miss out on that whole ordeal several months ago?" Nero snapped, eager to toss out that blatantly obvious example of heterosexuality. Dante groaned an "eh" as if she didn't count.

"You two couldn't really be considered a couple. You never even kissed! I'm more intimate with these magazines than you ever were with Kyrie." Dante dismissed the claim swiftly while gesturing to his impressive collection of dirty catalogs skewed across his desk.

It wasn't like Dante doubted that the kid loved Kyrie, I mean why the hell else would he go through so much to save her? But he abandoned her soon after that day they defeated Sanctus. Nero tracked Dante down at his shop and asked if he could work as a devil hunter along side him.

When the boy had asked if they would meet again Dante didn't think without an answer he would actually seek him out.

He had said nothing about what happened with Kyrie, only that he wanted to learn more about himself and he figured the best place to do that would be with Dante who was so much like him.

Despite this, the elder devil hunter pegged the flustered boy with even more evidence, "Secondly, you've had run-ins with a very hot devil hunter and a pair demon twins that didn't even phase you. Trish was putting on an absolute show for you when you first met!"

Nero hesitated trying to remember exactly why those women meant nothing. It was because of Kyrie, wasn't it? Because he loved her. But still… being a boy his age, shouldn't he at least be aware of the taunts and sexual advances of those demons?

Shouldn't he have felt at least a slight warmth in his face when Gloria-er.. Trish was bouncing around and flaunting her flexible body right in front of him? In retrospect, Nero wondered if he even felt that way towards Kyrie. If you love someone you should want sexual involvement right? So why…

Nero was blushing a deep crimson now, re-thinking his confidence on the subject. His face averted from glancing over the couch anymore, just incase the smart-ass Dante had a comment.

"They're demons. They don't count." He muttered without conviction. It still gave him no counter evidence, not really anyway.

"Have you ever thought about a guy?" Dante teased, grinning passed the ends of his boots at the youth.

"Shut up, of course not." The younger hunter folded his arms in a pout while sinking deep into the couch like a turtle would retreat into its shell. Of its own volition, Nero's mind began to wander.

Curiously he prodded the depths of his conscious to try and fathom any man he might actually find attractive. Since he'd never thought about it, it made him want to think about it.

He was interrupted when Dante stood and approached him, leaning on the back of the couch as he considered a proposal.

"What?" The boy's eyes shifted to him quickly, those ice blue sapphires blazing in rage. It didn't really matter to Dante whether the kid was a switch hitter or not, but he hasn't had many missions lately and the boredom was wearing on his nerves and sanity.

Gambling, while not his strong suit, is a fine way to have some fun. "I said 'what?'" Nero narrowed his eyes further, completely untrusting.

"I bet that women aren't your thing. I bet you…" Nero threw a punch with his human arm at Dante's face.

His fist was caught and used as an anchor for his partner to pull himself closer. "…that I can make you fall in love with me to prove it."

Nero's eyes widened and his fist weakened in shock. This paralysis only lasted a second or two before Nero connected his knuckles with the elder man's mouth knocking him back across the floor and into the jukebox.

"You're on, old man." The boy snickered, almost hysterically trying to lighten his darkening thoughts.

Dante rose slowly, rubbing his aching jaw and swishing it back and forth checking his rows of teeth with his tongue. That was a hateful punch.

"What do I get if I win?" The kid smiled excitedly. There's no way he'd fall for Dante, that prick, so this is a guaranteed victory.

"Whatever you want, kid." Dante shrugged. Both were too confident in themselves to even consider a prize for the other.

"What's in it for you?" Nero's smile faded. Dante could have chosen numerous ways to go about trying to out him, so why use himself in the bet?

And "make him fall in love"? LOVE? Really, Dante? He couldn't have made it anymore difficult on himself. Maybe Nero could possibly consider some racy activities with the guy-maybe. But love? Ha!

"My ego needs a good stroke every now and then." Dante purred in that airy and lazy way he strings his words, "And who wouldn't want to get with this?" He gestured to himself with the lame joke.

"God, is there a word that can describe you more accurately than vain?" Nero rolled his eyes and stood having enough of his partner's ridiculous narcissism, "I'm going to bed."

"Night hun!" Dante winked up at the retreating boy before heading to his desk.

"Wow, yes Dante, that is in fact completely the way to my heart…" Nero grumbled at the failed attempt, continuing up the stairs.

"Sweetie pie?"

"You're an ass."

TBC