Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ And If that Barrel of Cheese Don't Noodle ❯ One-Shot

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

A/N:

LK: So, this is a weird fic.

Yami Bakura: You can say that again.

LK: *Hits Bakura with a mallet* Now that that's taken care of, Ryou would you please say the disclaimer.

Ryou: Littlestkittendoesnotownyougiohoranyofanythingelseforthatmatterifyousueyouw illgetamatressireallylovesugar!!!

LK:*sweatdrops* Remind me not to give him powdered sugar again.

Yami bakura: *Rubs head while fending off a crazy Ryou* Sure thing.

LK: On with the fic! Please R&R. Thanks minna.

Hush little baby don't say a word, papa's gonna buy you a mocking bird,

and if that mocking bird don't sing, papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring,

and if that diamond ring don't . . . please, papa's gonna buy you a . . . barrel of cheese,

and if that barrel of cheese don't . . . noodle, papa's gonna buy you a happy poodle,

and if that happy poodle don't bark, papa's gonna buy you a T-shirt that's dark,

and if that T-shirt don't . . .satisfy, papa's gonna buy you a . . . teacher to defy,

and if that teacher doesn't scream loud, papa's gonna buy you a . . . funeral shroud,

and if that funeral shroud don't cover, papa's gonna buy you a beautiful lover,

and if that lover don't moan loudly, papa's gonna buy you a, now what rhymes with loudly?" he mused staring down at his sleeping aibou. Shifting he moaned rather loudly as he felt something brush against his slightly aroused shaft.(LK: Slightly? YB: *Glares*)

"I guess it doesn't matter," Ryou murmured, still half asleep, " I already have you."

Bakura stared down at his hikari who had rolled over and was once again asleep and wondered where that had come from, and whether or not he would remember in the morning.

Sighing, he dismissed it to the back of his mind and concentrated instead on not simply flipping the boy over and pounding him into the mattress. Deciding it would not be appreciated no matter what his light said while sleeping, he got up, trying not to disturb the aforementioned angel, and moved to take a cold shower. A very cold shower.

A/N2: Don't ask. Please R&R.