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Charlie and Wonka stood in the glass elevator side by side. Dinner had gone well, but Charlie could feel the relief from Wonka when it was over.

"I should go back to the Inventing room and see how those Oompa Loompas are doing," Wonka stated.

"I don't think so. You are going to bed."

Wonka gave him a discontented look, but he knew as long as Charlie was with him, he would not be going back tonight.

The elevator stopped at their floor and the doors opened. Wonka slipped out first and began to stroll in the direction of Charlie's room and said over his shoulder, "I'll take you to your room. We'll skip the chat tonight."

"No, no, no, no. I'm walking you to your room tonight, I just won't stay."

"What?"

"You would come back to the elevator after you dropped me off."

"I would not!"

"Would too."

"Would not."

"You would, and you know it."

"No…….maybe…….perhaps," he said annoyed.

Wonka gave in and turned around to let Charlie do as he wanted. Charlie took Wonka's hand and held it as they walked; surprised beyond belief that Wonka did not pull away. The revulsion Wonka had against touch was fading. Charlie squeezed his hand, and Wonka did the same in response. A very soft giggle came from Wonka. Charlie grinned and looked up at him. His head faced forward, but Charlie could see him glancing at him quickly from the corner of his eye. Even a tiny smile pried at Wonka's lips, as if he was amused at something. Charlie wondered about this, but let it pass as they approached Wonka's quarters.

Wonka pulled out his large ring of keys and flipped through them until he found the right one. He unlocked the door and opened it, but remained standing outside.

"Good night," Charlie said.

"Why don't you come in for a drink? It'll only take a minute; this way we won't totally have to skip tonight."

Charlie shrugged. "Sure."

"Good! In! In!" Wonka motioned with his hand in a waving gesture.

Charlie entered and Wonka closed the door behind him. They came into the study, and Charlie took his usual spot on the huge black silk blanket on the floor in front of an already colorful burning fire. Wonka tossed his top hat onto the coat rack and poured two glasses of wine. He saw nothing wrong with Charlie having a bit of alcohol, as long as it was a small amount and in the form of wine; beer, vodka, or other alcoholic beverages were not permitted inside the factory.

He gave Charlie a glass as he sat down next to him.

"I was thinking-"

"Don't think. You're supposed to be unwinding for the day," Charlie said.

"You're quite short tonight, aren't you?"

Charlie snickered and gazed upon Wonka. The man's eyes were lit up by the light of the blue flames of the fire. Wonka smiled nervously from being watched and drank from his glass.

Soon, Wonka refilled his and Charlie's empty cups with more dark red wine. They sat silently together, Charlie sitting up while Wonka lay back on his elbows. Charlie looked over at him and the small smile had returned. Wonka glanced up at him and his smile widened.

"What?" Charlie asked.

"Nothing." He looked back at the fire.

"How are the flames able to change color? It shouldn't be possible."

"My dear boy, by now you should know that anything is possible. Those flames change color because I want them too. It also doesn't hurt to have a bit of magic." He gazed cheerfully at Charlie, who blankly stared back.

Everything about the man, Charlie realized, was magical and quite mysterious; he was completely enchanting.

"Charlie, are you alright?"

"Willy." It was a statement, not a question.

"Yeah?"

Charlie took Wonka's glass from him and set both his and Wonka's on the nearest solid surface. He dipped his finger into the wine, and when he turned around to face Wonka and crawled nearer, Wonka grew apprehensive.

"Don't move," Charlie whispered, and Wonka obeyed.

"What are you doing?"

Charlie straddled Wonka's waist, never letting his eyes stray from Wonka's. He let his wet fingertip outline Wonka's lower lip.

"What's that for?" Wonka asked.

"It's my magic dust. I want you."

A tremor went through Wonka from the sound of Charlie's sincere voice. "Well then………" The boundaries were crumbling; the defenses beginning to rapidly shatter and be torn down. "…….Take me," he whispered.

Wonka shuddered as he closed his eyes and let Charlie kiss him. Charlie had forgotten how delicate and tender the man's lips were. He tasted even sweeter than before, and Charlie licked the wine that remained on Wonka's lower lip away. Wonka giggled into Charlie's mouth and brought the boy closer to rest on top of him as he lay all the way down. They did not let their lips separate from each other's unless they absolutely needed to take a breath. Charlie stroked the chocolatier's perfect hair, winding his fingers in it, while Wonka's hands remained at his side. Heat surged through Charlie, and he suddenly lifted Wonka and himself up to sitting positions. He pulled away and Wonka opened his eyes. The eyes grew wider as Charlie removed Wonka's shoes and then his own.

"I don't know how far we should take this," Wonka breathed.

Charlie cupped Wonka's face in his hands. "As far as it will allow us. Please let me."

Wonka smiled and Charlie took his right hand. He removed Wonka's lavender glove one finger at a time and repeated the process with his left hand. One layer gone. Next, Charlie latched onto Wonka's maroon coat and slipped it off of his shoulders. Another layer gone. Charlie grew dizzy at the thought of removing every level until there was nothing left but

Willy Wonka, The Amazing Chocolatier; pure, naked, and trembling as he lay stretched out in front of his heir.

Charlie gazed at him from above with mouth slightly open in amazement. His eyes traveled up and down Wonka's pale, thin body countless times in several minutes as he memorized every detail of the man beneath him. There was nothing to cover Wonka now; Charlie got to see him without anything to hide behind. Firelight danced on Wonka's skin, and Charlie found himself without words and completely mesmerized.

Wonka watched Charlie looking him over. He felt a bit scared as he thought about where this was leading them to. A hand brushed across his stomach, causing him to close his eyes for a moment from the brief arousal it gave him.

"You're perfect," Charlie whispered.

Wonka grinned, and Charlie noticed his whole face light up completely.

Charlie unbuttoned his own shirt and took it off, throwing it to where Wonka's clothes had been discarded. Wonka turned his head away as Charlie stripped himself completely.

"You can look now," Charlie said with a slight laugh.

Wonka looked up at him and he shyly let his eyes wander over Charlie's bare body. Charlie took Wonka's hands and placed them on his shoulders. Uncertainty clouded Wonka's eyes, as if he was afraid to touch the boy. Charlie gave him an encouraging smile, and Wonka moved his hands to Charlie's cheeks, pulling him down for a kiss. As their lips remained pressed together, Charlie let his fingers explore and roam over Wonka's skin. He felt Wonka shake from the fondling. Wanting to see what other reactions he could get, he pulled his lips away and started to suck Wonka's neck. Wonka sighed from pleasure. Wanting to pursue the discovery of new territory, Charlie pressed his tongue to Wonka's flesh and glided it down to a tender nipple. Wonka gasped and gripped Charlie's hair in a firm grasp. Charlie bit it and sucked gently. The fantastic sound of heavy breathing reached Charlie's ears. A tiny whine came from Wonka, and Charlie felt himself growing increasingly hard. He lifted his head and stared down at Wonka. Wonka's expression let Charlie know that he was ready.

"Do you know what you're doing?"

"I've heard quite a bit about it from the kids at school," Charlie said with a grin. "I can figure it out. If I'm doing it wrong, you'll let me know. When was the last time you did this?"

Wonka blushed from embarrassment. "Never."

Charlie became confused. "What do you mean?"

"I mean I've never done this with someone."

"You've never slept with someone before?"

"No. I've kissed someone else, but that was a long time ago."

"Wow." This caught Charlie off guard. "I guess we'll learn together, won't we?"

Wonka's lips quirked upward into a quick smile.

"Alright then. Um…….do you have any lubricant, or lotion, something like that?"

"What about that? I don't know where it came from……."

Charlie followed Wonka's gaze, reached over to the edge of the blanket, picked up the plastic bottle that was standing there, and read the label. "This will work."

Wonka spread his legs as Charlie applied the lubricant to Wonka's backside and then his own erection. Charlie set the bottle aside, took a deep breath, and let it out. Wonka stared at him, trusting him completely.

"What do I need to do?" Wonka asked gently.

"Just relax. And tell me if you want me to go slower or anything. Are you ready?"

Wonka nodded and Charlie situated himself to where he was comfortable.

Wonka instantly stiffened as Charlie began to penetrate him. His fingers arched and dug into Charlie's skin. Charlie continued to push himself into Wonka at a leisurely pace, groaning from the extraordinary feeling of the friction.

"Slower, please, slower, slower," Wonka said breathlessly.

"Ok, ok. But you have to relax."

Wonka tried desperately to do as he was instructed, but found it unbelievably difficult from the discomfort and pain he was experiencing. He whimpered softly and shut his eyes tightly. Charlie moved slow, agonizingly slow. Finally he was not able to take it anymore. He gave a great shove, driving himself completely into Wonka, causing the man to cry out. Charlie thrust upward briefly several times, allowing Wonka to get used to the feel of it all. Gradually, the pain was subsiding to a dull sensation and pleasure came for Wonka.

Charlie carried on slowly for a few more minutes before he began to push harder into Wonka.

"Charlie," Wonka forced out, and he brought Charlie closer to him.

Charlie's pace quickened, and Wonka wrapped his legs around the boy's waist, pushing him in deeper. Charlie looked at Wonka's face. It was twisted into an expression of sheer bliss and vulnerability. Both of their breath was coming quick, and Wonka began to moan. Charlie's head was reeling from the beautiful sound and the feel of tightening skin around his hardened arousal. He found himself in a utopia, inside of Wonka, and he shuddered at the realization that he got to experience and share such ecstasy with Willy Wonka.

Their conjoined bodies rocked together in rhythm. Wonka was panting as Charlie's thrusts grew increasingly forceful. His brown hair was a mess, splayed in all directions. His body trembled as Charlie's hands rubbed against him. Charlie bit his shoulder, and his legs tightened around Charlie.

Charlie's back arched, his eyes closed, and Wonka rose up as Charlie reached his breaking point. Charlie groaned loudly, and Wonka held his breath.

Charlie braced his forehead against Wonka's. They shuddered against one another, spasms still racking their bodies. Wonka lay back down and he gasped as Charlie pulled out of him. He was entirely spent, and lay limply. He felt Charlie wipe away tears he did not even know he was crying. He felt wonderful.

Charlie lay down beside him. They stared up at the ceiling, trying to catch their breath. Both of them were lightly covered with perspiration. The fire crackled before them, taking its time to slowly die out.

"You don't regret this do you?" Charlie finally asked quietly.

No answer. He turned his head to look at Wonka.

"Willy?"

"No……..I don't regret this."

Charlie smiled and pulled Wonka to him. He cradled the chocolatier in his arms and kissed his forehead.

The fire went out shortly after they both fell asleep.

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