It was his first day off work in ages, and Mycroft Holmes sat at his kitchen table, a large Victoria sponge cake placed in front of him, already half eaten. He leaned back in his chair, his stomach bulging in agony. He couldn't eat any more, but the cake was so delicious and tempting that he couldn't help but take another huge bite out of it, licking the jam from his lips with a smack.
"No more... please." he begged, trying to push the plate away from him, but found that he was too weak.
"I know you want more you slut," the cake taunted, deliberately letting its jam ooze from the sponge. "Eat me."
"No... please."
"Just one more bite," it encouraged, batting its jammy eyelashes at the man flirtatiously. "Then you won't need to do this again."
"We can't see each other any more, cake," Mycroft frowned, averting cake's beautiful, thick icing. He couldn't do this. Not any more. He had stopped seeing cake for months now, but he hadn't been able to help himself much longer. Mycroft knew now how disgusting he was, and he was ashamed of himself.
"C'mon, just one more bite. Then it's all over, babe."
"Yes, yes, of course." Mycroft nodded and took another bite of cake.
"Yeah! Keep going you whore."
Mycroft did as he was told and kept eating, his stomach churning horribly and making him feel sick the more he gave in to cake. He was choking, gasping desperately for air as cake shoved further inside his mouth, its words soft and gentle, but actions harsh and rough.
"That's it, Myc. Now lick me."
Mycroft followed the instructions obediently, his tongue darting out and lapping up the jam. His eyes began to water from the force that was being used on him, hating himself and every second of this.
"Mycroft!" Lestrade gasped as he emerged into the kitchen and saw the sight in front of him. "How... how could you!" He ran out of the room, tears spilling from his eyes.
"Gregory!" Mycroft shouted after him, his mood worse. "Now look what you've done!" he screamed at cake, throwing it back onto the plate. "I told you this was a bad idea."
"Forget him!" Cake retorted, anger burning at the interruption. But it didn't matter, Mycroft was already on his way out of the kitchen to follow his lover. "Don't you dare leave me you fucking whore! Come back and love me!" it shouted after him, but it was too late.
Mycroft was gone.