When Devit woke up, he was irritable. This he attributed mostly to the fact that for some reason, his blankets had vanished. He lay there shivering, feeling like something wasn't right for a few minutes. He rolled over with an exasperated sigh and was greeted with an eyeful of his twin, Jasdero. The grey skinned teen sighed contentedly, fast asleep, and pulled Devit's quilt tighter under his chin.

"What the fuck are you doing in my bed?!" the raven-haired boy shouted, kicking his twin off the mattress and onto the hard floor. This he instantly regretted, as a jarring pain tore through his shoulder.

Jasdero sat up groggily, clutching his shoulder and blinking his golden eyes. "W-why did Devi do that?" he asked in an injured tone.

"Tell me what you were doing in my bed!" Devit repeated, massaging his own aching shoulder, an indirect side-effect of Jasdero's fall.

"Now Dero's shoulder hurts..." Devit's twin seemed oblivious to his outrage.

Devit sat up and took the blonde's shoulders in his hands. "Why. Were. You. In. My. Bed."

"Dero was scared. And cold." He said, sounding so innocent that Devit found it impossible to stay mad at him.

"Were you having nightmares again?"

Dero nodded.

"Hmm..." Devit let go of his twin's shoulders. "The Earl said those would stop since we became a Noah..." He remembered the portly man smiling, greeting them as his children and explaining that they were something called the Bonds of Noah. He remembered it like it was yesterday. That's because it was, idiot. He reminded himself. Subconsciously, he reached up a grey hand and touched his forehead, which was still clad in linen bandages from yesterday morning.

"How are Devi's stickers feeling?" Dero asked, noticing the way his twin winced when he touched the bandages. "Mine still hurt." He said.

"They're stigmata. I think." Devit said. "We should probably take off the bandages." He reached up to his twin's face and gingerly unwrapped the cloth to reveal a row of seven crosses tattooed there, still dark red with dried blood. He then removed his own dressings. Both of them were uncommonly silent, undoubtedly remembering the violent hurricane that their lives had become over that past week.

"What are we now?" Jasdero asked quietly.

"I don't know anymore." Devit felt sick as he remembered the horrible things they had done and the agony of what the fat man had called their 'Transformation'. Tears slid down Jasdero's cheeks; he seemed to be the more emotional of the two. Devit took the blonde's head in his hands and smiled. "But it'll be okay, Dero. Everything is going to get better."

It felt strange to be holding Jasdero this way, so Devit let his hands fall to his side. Until a week ago, he had no twin, no counterpart. There had been no Jasdero and Devit, only Jasdevi. He felt harsh now, as if all of his emotions had been robbed from him and placed in this other body. Looking at his new twin was like looking at himself in some warped mirror. He felt everything Dero felt, his still throbbing shoulder was proof enough of that. He remembered the Millennium Earl's words: 'While it's unusual, some Noah are split into two bodies during their Transformation, and vise versa. You may experience joined sensations, disorientation and severe bipolarity until your inner Noah settles into two equal parts and balances out.'

At the time, it had made no sense to either of the two, but it clicked in Devit's mind at that moment. He sat down on the floor next to Jasdero and hugged him, trying to absorb some of himself in the process. Jasdero had stopped crying and he wrapped his arms around his twin, burying his face in the other teen's dark, uneven hair. Devit didn't know if it was from lack of sleep or something else, but Jasdero's hands began to slip down his twin's back until they rested on his butt. "Okay, Dero, touchy feely moment over." He said, somewhat sternly.

Jasdero only held on tighter to Devit. Due to his twin's compromising position on the wood floor, he was off balance and the blonde easily pushed him over so Devit's head bumped the wall and he had to put his arms behind him to stop from falling further. "What the fuck was that, Dero?" he asked.

The long haired Noah smiled and placed a finger against his twin's lips. "Maybe this will get our body back, Devi." He said and crawled onto the startled male's lap.

"You're not thinking what I think you a-" Devit protested, but was cut off when Dero playfully nipped his twin's nose and kissed his lips, his tongue flicking out from between his own to slide between the dark haired teen's teeth.

Dero giggled at his twin's shocked reaction.

"Like it, Devi?" he asked, kissing him deeper this time.

Devit found it hard to think straight and his thought process resembled this: FUCK! FUCK! HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!! WHAT THE FUCK?! OH MY FUCKING GOD!!! He was vaguely aware that Dero was undoing his belt (Devit always slept with his clothes on). His twin's hand lovingly brushed against his member, soliciting an unwanted moan from his twin's lips. Wait, you're enjoying this?! You're actually letting your twin rape you?!?! Devit's twin attempted once again to kiss him, but this time, the darker haired of the two resisted, forcefully shoving his twin off his body. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Dero?" he screamed.

Tears welled up in Jasdero's eyes. "What did Dero d-do?" he stuttered, his large golden eyes trained on Devit's furious form.

"You're asking me what you did?!" Devit was furious.

"Dero saw Devi was sad and wanted to help..." Jasdero was helpless against his brother now.

"Well that wasn't exactly what I'd call help." Devit spat back, standing up and striding to the door. "Stupid son of a bitch." He muttered, wrenching the door open and slamming it behind him, leaving his twin bewildered and lonely on the hard floor.

WOOHOO FOR TWINCEST!!!! I love Jasdevi and think that they need more love than they get. I actually wrote this because I was in a moment of severe writer's block and extremely pissed off. But I think I'll continue it if I can scratch up the courage to write the impending sex scene at the end. Scratch that last statement...I WILL continue this, and if I feel my sex scene has the intensity of a cardboard box, then I'll spam/threaten all my friends to do it for me. ^^ Yes, Kylie, that means YOU.

Disclaimer: If Jasdevi or D. Gray-Man were mine, things would be very different...*maniacal laugh*...Alas, they aren't, so don't sue me.