"Grambi, don't drop me."

"Oh you know I would dear."

Mr. L was clinging for dear life to Dimentio's waist as they floated thousands of feet above the village of Bianca Hills in the night. A sea of lights coated the town below, the jester kept prodding the man in green to look over to no avail. During Mario's time in their home universe, the grassy fields surrounding the land were host to a rural farming village filled with Pinata parents and their children. When materializing through the Isle Delfino Statue portal, it wasn't uncommon to belly slide between the sprinklers coating the concrete pathway. As for why no one's flesh burned off, well one could attribute that to the water. Unlike regular water, Delfino's water was just so freaking magical it didn't give a damn about friction or newton's laws or even fucking physics.

Dimentio sighed, tilting his head to whisper soothing words into the man in green's ear.

Four days had passed since they returned the diary and arrived in the next universe. A quick check of the date, revealed Mario would not be killed until the end of the week. With the luxury of having so much time, the couple decided to stay in the Bianca Hills bed and breakfast place. A few calculations made by Dimentio using the last universe's outcome and some help from the parallel rect meant they had already ruled out Peach as the killer. At least according to Dimentio, when Mr. L asked the jester for an english translation of the egyptian hieroglyphs he insisted writing his mathematical formula in, Dimentio calmly informed L that:

1. He was not writing in egyptian but the language of the ancients.

2. It was impossible to translate a language as complex as the ancient tongue, into idiotic english.

A few minutes passed before Mr. L stopped shivering and relaxed in Dimentio's arms. He still refused to look down.

The princes notebook also suggested one of the pieces of the golden bone lay hidden somewhere in this town. Finding the damn thing would be like searching for a seed in a field of warp pipes. Part of him was relieved when Dimentio had opted to search for this strange artifact alone.

Mr. L sighed as he felt Dimentio stroke his back with a hand.

"Mr. L have you heard of the mile high club?"

The man in green snorted.

"You're hilarious."

Mr.L sighed burying his head deeper into Dimentio's shoulder.

He had come a long way from the scared plumber he used to be. When Mario was around he generally shied away from heights ghosts and many other scary things. His worst problems were broken sinks and toads constantly asking him to fix them. The jester ran his fingers further down, holding the man in green's butt and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Mr.L narrowed his eyes at Dimentio but his arms were wrapped too securely around the jesters neck to even consider reaching down to swat his hand away.

Dimentio smirked knowing the battle was won.

"Mmmmm, love this butt dear it's as meaty as-"

"Oh shut up you pervert."

The man in green wouldn't admit it, but he liked where Dimentio's hand was and the many other places he hoped it would be someday. The lewdness of that thought scared him.

Laughing, Dimentio put his hand back around Mr. L's waist.

And here he was, being held higher above the clouds then any sane person would ever be.

"I wish you would look down L, the lights are as beautiful as a rainbow after a passing storm."

The man in green took a deep breath turning his head to look down towards the village. His breathing was still shaky but the view...well he had no words.

"Ahh and once a blind man now you see. Isn't this more intimate than the porn show productions on tv?"

Mr.L nodded, trying to keep his breathing under control.

"Of course that's not the only reason you're here dear."

The man in green glanced over.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Ahh, I would say your pleasure wouldn't you agree?"

Mr. L stiffened.

"L-like...t-touching me...down there?"

"Mmhmm."

The idea appalled him. He had been dealing with his rising desires through vigorous self-pleasure. It was all he could do to stay in control and with Dimentio asking him to lose himself in his arms well…"

"W-will it hurt?"

Dimentio blinked.

Mr. L wasn't sure how to phrase his fears, words were coming out but not the right ones.

"I, um mean... "

He clicked his teeth together and glanced at Dimentio.

"I'm scared."

Mr. L let out a breath after spitting the words out.

Dimentio stroked his hand across Mr. L's back.

"Can I tell you a secret?"

The jester said leaning his head closer to the man in green's ear.

"You're not the only one."

Dimentio moved a hand to his mask.

"Wait- what are you-"

"Hush."

Mr. L went silent as Dimentio slipped his hat and mask from his face. The jester motioned the man in green to look at him.

"You're...shaking…"

"Ahahaha, yes, I fear this may break me harder then if someone broke my arm."

The jester kept his head down for a moment.

"I've been thinking about this day for a long time."

Dimentio sighed.

"I don't like people knowing I'm a freak L, the mark of the black schelara on a female-born, it's an abomination done by a wrathful god who made it clear that my male spirit was unworthy of the body of man. My whole legacy is fates idea of a cruel joke, to succeed but only on the condition I remain unseen. My damn father knew the moment I was marked that not a soul could ever know my true face. But keeping this mask on… well it drains me…"

Gently, Dimentio began to lift his head up.

"And I know this, that love, love is a game of risk, and for a even a freak like me to stand a chance of victory, I have to take the risk that when this mask falls, you'll still love me like the prince charming I hope you will be."

The man in green gazed into Dimentio's eyes. His face so pale, scarred not only by the physical scars but the constant reminder his body was that of a-

"You're not a freak…"

Mr. L said, tears welling behind his eyes as he moved one of his hands to Dimentio's cheeks, his fingers tracing the patterns of scars.

"I...you're the most beautiful man, I've ever seen."

He leaned forward, locking lips with Dimentio's own.

The jester pulled him close, keeping him in an embrace so strong even a thousand men couldn't separate them.

Droplets of pain and love fell between them both as they pulled back, keeping their foreheads together.

A smile formed on Dimentio's lips.

"And that's why, sometimes, the risk is worth taking dear."

Mr. L's lip curved upward.

"It is..."

The man in green paused a moment, closing his eyes.

"Mr. L!"

Dimentio's voice cut through his thoughts.

"Wake up, Mr. L!"

The jester had started shaking his shoulders.

"Wake-!"

Mr. L shot up in their bed. Dimentio fell over, half his body now laying on the man in green's lap. As the dream faded from his mind, Mr. L groaned looking towards the window of their room. Seeing no sunlight, he snuggled back into his pillow.

"Seriously Dimentio, do you know what time it is?"

He grumbled, trying to go back to sleep. Dimentio got up and placed a hand on his shoulder. The jester started shaking him again.

"Are you ok?"

Dimentio asked.

"I won't be if you don't let me rest."

The man in green snapped at him shutting his eyes.

"Then why were you crying?"

"What?"

Dimentio turned Mr. L's head toward him tracing the trail of tears with his hand.

"Ohhh…"

Mr.L trailed off, starting to understand.

"I was dreaming…"

Dimentio gazed down at the man in green beckoning him to say more.

"Things got sort of emotional."

Mr.L finished looking away from him.

"Was it about Mario dying again?"

The man in green shook his head.

"No, I… actually it wasn't this time."

He started having nightmares of Mario's death on the day they arrived in their newest universe. Dimentio had found out upon waking up and seeing his face soaked in tears. Even awake the man in green still saw flashes of his brothers corpse lying on the ground. Sobbing in his sleep wasn't unusual for him now but the jester never let him stay that way. Dimentio would never say it outright but he couldn't allow his lover to cry alone.

Signing, he grabbed Dimentio's hand and pulled the jester closer to him.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you."

Mr. L whispered wrapping Dimentio in his arms.

His nightmares came in waves, burying him whole just to fall away like the tides. The person standing over Mario's corpse felt like another man and maybe it was. Dimentio's parallel rect was known to cause visions of his other-selves deeds. Today though wasn't a nightmare, his tears came for an entirely different reason.

"It's quite alright, I have dealt with worse L."

The jester signed, leaning against the man in green.

"So if it wasn't about Marios death than why did you become more distraught then a mourner?"

The man in green placed a hand in Dimentio's hair.

Even with the pain he felt during sleep, him and Dimentio grew closer with every passing day. Talking about their pasts had become easier and during their time in the Bianca hills bed and breakfast, Dimentio told him more stories of their days in Castle Bleck. It wasn't uncommon for them both to roll onto the floor in hysterics after Dimentio quoted entries from Mimi's diary word for word. Meanwhile, their short kisses progressed to steady make out sessions. It was difficult to say he did and yet didn't want more. Dimentio had been holding back, waiting for him to give the signal and this dream well, it only revealed how torn he felt on doing so.

"Did anyone tell you how beautiful you are Dimentio?"

The jester frowned looking back at Mr. L."

"You're evading my question like a corrupt politician."

The man in green smirked.

"I am and I'm not."

Dimentio's eyes rose.

"Is that a riddle?"

"Perhaps"

Mr.L placed a hand on Dimentio's mask.

"I'll tell you later alright?"

Dimentio's body relaxed at that and the jester sighed, giving a nod while resting his head against the man in green's chest. Mr. L's eyes closed as he lied with Dimentio. He waited only for sleep to take them.