A/N: Wow. So I've been on a bit of a hiatus, haven't I? Well! To hopefully make up with that, I bring quite a lengthy chapter. And I hope this was all to your liking and was alright for your expectations. And that it was worth the wait. ;)

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Charlie admired Wonka's elegance. And modesty. The man really could pull any emotion from nowhere and apply it to himself instantly. The chocolatier was a chameleon. He could transform his personality to what was needed for any occasion. Dinner with the Bucket's, for example, called for a more mature, easy going, cheerful display.

The four grandparents were pleased to see him; especially grandma Georgina, who sat next to Wonka at the table and gazed contentedly at the eccentric candy maker. Wonka smiled at her several times, obviously amused by it. Merely a couple of chairs away, however, sat a nervous Mrs. Bucket and her uneasy husband. Mr. Bucket appeared to be watching Wonka's every move, catching any subtle glances the inventor passed to his apprentice. Charlie tried his best to give his forbidden sexual partner reassuring looks when Mr. Bucket turned attention toward his plate.

Mrs. Bucket was the first to break the quietness by asking, "How have you been, Willy?"

"Very well, thank you! And you?" His voice was energetic and melodic - perfect for speaking to his crush's parents.

"Pretty well myself. We are happy to have you once more. Any new, exciting candies?"

"Oh yes. Of course! I've been getting ideas left and right! They just can't leave me alone!"

Wonka passed the mashed potato bowl he held to Charlie. The boy took it and made his hands purposely touch and linger against the purple latex gloved ones of Willy Wonka. The two of them suppressed a small fit of silly laughter and allowed only a smile to be shared. The contact was brief, but both Bucket parents were aware and a tad alarmed by it. Mr. Bucket seized the opportunity to say something in hopes that it would make the chocolatier silently retreat his "inappropriate" emotions.

"So Willy," he began, "Has Charlie told you the exciting news?"

Charlie immediately knew where his father was headed with the conversation. He attempted to stop it from going farther by making stern looks, but failed.

"No! He hasn't! What is it?" Wonka replied eagerly.

"He's got a date for another school dance Friday."

Charlie stared at Wonka, desperately and silently apologizing for the unexpected. Wonka's expression went to surprise and hurt within a second. He collected himself just as quickly, and no one was the wiser except Charlie and his parents.

"Wow!" Wonka responded in a high-pitched voice. "That's great, Charlie! Who is it?"

Charlie was entranced at how Wonka could control and hide his true feelings ingeniously. He replied tentatively, "Jamie."

"Oh!" The chocolatier's voice was still an octave higher than usual and quivered slightly. "That's wonderful!"

"Have you thought about seriously dating her, Charlie?" Mrs. Bucket interjected. "She is a very nice girl. You two were such a cute pair."

Wonka's fake happiness was fading slowly. Charlie could see it in the man's violet eyes. It got to the point where Charlie could not look at the chocolatier across from him at all for several minutes.

"Be sure to give her a kiss like last time," grandpa George got in gruffly.

"Now pops," Mr. Bucket warned mildly.

Mrs. Bucket beamed at her son. "I'm glad you're getting to know her, Charlie, and spending time with other people your age."

It was a direct attack on Wonka, and she set her eyes on him to make sure he knew it. Wonka met them and swallowed a building knot in his throat. The stare broke as Wonka started to pick at his food, averting his gaze from the woman's. Charlie put a hand on the candy maker's knee beneath the table, but the comforting gesture did not last, for Wonka resituated himself and moved his legs away.

Wonka remained quiet for the rest of the dinner. Charlie glanced at him a few times and noticed the chocolatier seemed saddened and envious.

The family continued to discuss Jamie's sweet personality and how great it would be for Charlie and her to date. All Willy Wonka could do was fidget in his seat uncomfortably and wait anxiously for dinner to be over.

Silence from Wonka ensued as he and his heir retreated from the house towards their quarters. Charlie knew Wonka was a bit upset. He also knew the older man would not be the first to say anything.

"I was going to tell you," Charlie offered at last.

"When? The evening of? It doesn't matter, Charlie."

An Everlasting Gobstopper suddenly appeared in Wonka's hand, and he popped it into his mouth. Charlie knew he could now take the creation straight from Wonka's mouth and have it himself if he wanted. And he did. His fingers quickly delved between the chocolatier's lips and removed the Gobstopper. Wonka was completely stunned.

"I was going to tell you before then. She asked me today. Why are you being selfish?"

"Selfish! I am not! I just don't want you to go with her!"

"You're jealous of her."

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"So what if I am? Is that wrong?"

Charlie was grinning now. "You are! You're jealous! But why?"

"Because I-" Wonka stopped his sentence abruptly.

"Because you what?"

"Because I just am, kay?"

"I have you jealous," Charlie said proudly.

They reached Wonka's rooms, and Wonka was ready to go in, but Charlie stopped him.

"My room," the youth voiced in a low tone. "Come on. Then you might not feel so jealous."

Charlie led his mentor away to his quarters. He paused in front of the door and said, "Wait. We're going to do this my way."

The boy blindfolded Wonka, and it made Wonka's other senses heighten.

"What are you doing?" Wonka asked curiously. He could not see anything with the heavy fabric covering his eyes.

"Trust me."

"Okay…..?"

Charlie escorted the chocolatier into the study, shutting the entrance door behind them. He removed Wonka's top hat and coat and set aside the candy filled cane. He took off his and the candy maker's shoes and socks before he took a gloved hand and guided Wonka to the bedroom.

The man's upper clothing was next to be discarded. When Wonka's long sleeved dress shirt was thrown to the floor, leaving pale skin glowing in the candlelight, Charlie took off an article of clothing from himself.

"Charlie……Can I take this off now to see?" Wonka questioned kindly, motioning to the blindfold.

"No! That would ruin all of the surprise!"

A startled yell came from Wonka as Charlie shoved him onto the bed. He situated himself blindly to rest his head on the pillows after the youth instructed him to "Lie down." Finger by finger, he felt both of his latex gloves coming off. His wrists were hoisted one at a time upward in a sort of V-shape and tied to the bed posts with licorice rope. He was baffled, but no doubt turned on somewhat.

Charlie stripped himself naked, climbed onto the bed, and finished undressing his mentor. He gazed hungrily at the pallid, smooth skin and extraordinary nude body of Willy Wonka.

Wonka disliked not being able to see. His head moved in the direction of Charlie's movements and respirations. Feelings of helplessness and weakness came to him, as well as a sexual fantasy he had always wanted to take part in. His bare body was in plain view, spread-eagled, as he let Charlie separate his slender legs.

Charlie flicked his tongue across Wonka's flesh, which was gradually rising in temperature. The snake-like moistened tasting pad swept viciously from Wonka's stomach to his neck, leaving a wet trail behind it. Wonka was instinctively tense, but eased into the ministrations willingly.

The next sensation Wonka felt was Charlie's small lips barely encompassing the tip of his arousal. The boy was knowingly stimulating the man before taking the new object to him. Wonka let out the tiniest bit of sound. He voiced several more as the sudden friction caused by Charlie's hands rubbing against his chest and abdomen sent tingles throughout his anatomy. Charlie was putting chocolate lubricant on Wonka's skin and proceeded to lick it off leisurely. Wonka twisted slightly about beneath the tongue. His hands struggled to get free in order to hold Charlie's head to him to make sure the boy would continue. The feeling of Charlie's warm tongue was unbelievable.

Charlie immensely enjoyed licking the product off of Wonka's flesh. Almost unnoticeable flinches and spasms of skin made Charlie want more. He sucked each of Wonka's nipples and kneaded them between his fingers. Wonka's head lifted from the pillow, and his back arched uncontrollably.

"Ohhnnn……" Wonka whispered. "Hhuuhhnn……."

"What do you want?" Charlie said quietly as he continued to play with the protruding nipples of the chocolatier.

"More," Wonka gasped. "Anything. You inside of me."

"How badly?"

One hand glided over Wonka's budding erection to his backside. Charlie placed two fingers into Wonka's opening and moved them about delicately in exploration. Wonka whined, his face scrunching as he stiffened a little.

"How badly?" Charlie repeated.

"Badly. Very badly. Now." The candy maker was reduced to short, huffed words.

Charlie's fingers lingered a few minutes, preparing Wonka before pulling away. There was a moment of no contact as Charlie readied the instrument to be used, and it made Wonka squirm impatiently. He wanted Charlie's hands on him again, or at least some sort of touch.

Charlie positioned himself and began to penetrate Wonka with the sex toy. Wonka immediately could tell it was not Charlie that was entering him.

"Charlie? What is-"

Charlie hushed him by placing a finger to the red lips. "Trust me. Do you want to feel the joy of this?"

"Uh-huh."

"Then stay quiet and trust me."

The youth urged the device into Wonka all the way extremely slowly. Wonka let out a lengthy groan. He relaxed his body and tried to acknowledge the object as he would if Charlie were entering him. Once it was in Wonka fully, Charlie removed it completely. Wonka gasped, taken aback by the unexpectedness of losing the elating sensation. Charlie repeated the procedure, but left it within the chocolatier a while longer before taking it out again. Wonka was restless, agitated, and ready to be taken. His body was awoken.

"Charlie, please. Have me." His hips rose from the bed as a welcoming invite.

"You wanted to take it easy our first time. Now it's our first time trying it with something new, so I'm going to take as long as I see fit."

Charlie petted the older man's throbbing, pulsing erection. Wonka was starting to learn to give in to his heir's dominance.

Without warning, Charlie shoved the artificial male organ wholly into Wonka powerfully. Wonka released a noise that could be labeled a scream. The boy simply stroked the inventor's flushed cheeks in response. Wonka lay panting, and his body started to accept the object inside of him again. Charlie was only very vaguely concerned that he may have caused Wonka pain. He felt the amazing high of control Ryan spoke of; of declaring and claiming his property.

Wonka stilled himself and swallowed. As soon as Charlie saw that Wonka was used to the item in him, he eradicated it from the slim man's body as quickly as he had forced it in.

"UUHHNNN!" Wonka shouted, making it more like a plea.

Charlie began to slide the dildo achingly slowly into Wonka once more as he whispered against Wonka's ear, "What do you want?"

"Please Charlie," Wonka was able to get out.

"Can I have you?"

"Have me."

"Can I use you?"

"Use me. Ohhnn…..please."

The toy was now entirely sheathed inside of Wonka. Charlie thrust it gently as he would if he were in Wonka's body. Wonka continually uttered soft, erotic noises. The boy was unbelievably turned on by the way Wonka moved. The chocolatier trembled like he was cold. His toes would bend and fists would clench. Charlie turned on the dildo to make it warm up and rotate soothingly. Wonka whimpered, and his head turned from side to side. Chestnut hair started to tangle slightly; it was spread out all around the man. Sweat appeared and dampened his body. The object massaged him, giving him unthinkable ecstasy.

"Charlie," he breathed.

"Say it again, Willy."

"Huuhhnn…….Charlie."

Wonka's moans were like the most beautiful music Charlie had ever had the privilege to hear. He stopped the rotation function and made it vibrate. Wonka emitted dreamy sounds repeatedly. He was utterly vulnerable and exposed. His sexual side showed itself. The gentle hum of the vibrator mixed with Wonka's noises filled the air.

Nothing but pleasure consumed Willy Wonka.

Wonka's head beat against the pillow a few times as Charlie thrust the item quicker and harder. The boy slowed it after several minutes, making Wonka groan. It was evident to Charlie that Wonka preferred either way: rough and fast or unhurried and drawn out. The youth explored both options equally. Wonka appreciated them immensely. His breathing grew ragged and his upper body shifted side to side several times.

Wonka expelled a stifled wail when Charlie's mouth encased his penis. Charlie sucked fervently while simultaneously pumping the dildo in and out of Wonka. He wanted to taste a minute serving of the chocolatier's milk. The firm organ had already begun dripping the sticky syrup that Charlie wanted to savor.

"Uhn! Uhuun!" Wonka wailed. His moaning and whimpers filled Charlie with delight.

Wonka's body was astoundingly hot against portions of Charlie's skin that made contact. The boy knew his mentor was close to breaking. The thrill was intensifying for the both of them.

Charlie circled the rim of the leaking head with his tongue, taking up a portion of Willy Wonka's very personal creation. He pulled his mouth away and whispered to the older man, "Willy."

Wonka shook greatly from hearing his name spoken as such. There was a pure lust behind it, a want, satisfaction, and he believed even-

His chest heaved up and down as Charlie's teeth began nipping at his flesh. The act was somewhat demanding as Wonka neared his climax. The candy maker's breath came quick, but weighty. His heir diligently continued all ministrations to his body.

At last, Wonka's body shuddered; tremors shaking him senseless as his orgasm came. His back arched tremendously, raising him off of the bed, and he let out a choked sob. Charlie took the opportunity and traveled the exposed flesh with his tongue; tracing a path from Wonka's navel, up his panting chest, and over the tightened skin of Wonka's neck. The resulting fluid from the chocolatier's ejaculation spilt across the boy's abdomen. Wonka fell back to rest on the bed with a grunt. Utterly exhausted and spent, though he tingled all over, he gasped for breath as Charlie removed the instrument from him.

Charlie set the object aside and gazed silently over the pale man's unguarded, naked frame. He felt as if he had corrupted Wonka someway, but also felt he had set his mentor free. Charlie considered himself exceptionally lucky for being able to see his mentor like this. He was the first and only, and it made him dizzy just thinking about it.

The bonds securing the inventor's wrists were cut. Wonka slowly retracted them, and a natural embarrassment impulse caused him to cover himself. He placed one hand over his manhood as the other splayed across his chest. Charlie watched, completely baffled. He took off the blindfold and it was revealed that Wonka was crying. The tears spilled out of the chocolatier's lilac eyes which refused to look at Charlie.

Was I wrong? Charlie wondered, worrying.

He lay down beside Wonka and pulled the trembling man into his arms in a protective, comforting embrace. Wonka placed weak, languid arms around the youth in return. Charlie held Wonka's head to his chest as the male wept against him. He rocked Wonka gently, cradling him calmly.

"Willy…….I…..I thought you enjoyed it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry if I took it too far."

"Charlie……" The older man giggled. "I did enjoy it, Charlie."

"Why are you crying then?"

"Because……it was something unimaginable. It felt so good. I……I can't describe it! I've never felt pleasure like that. It was beyond anything I could ever imagine! And what's best is that it was because of you!"

Charlie laughed a little, making Wonka do the same in response.

"I'm glad I could make you feel that," Charlie whispered. He rubbed his face against Wonka's dampened hair.

"Yeah…..me too."

They each went quiet and listened to the other's breathing for a moment.

Wonka finally spoke, sounding rather serious. "Is what we're doing wrong, Charlie?"

"What do you mean?"

"We're sleeping together, making each other……..Sticklebats." He sighed before going on. "Is this wrong? Is what you just did to me wrong? No one approves. And it's not like I've ever looked for approval from anyone ever because they're all rotten and aren't trustworthy and do nothing but bring you down. But I've never had to worry about…..losing you," he ended in a whisper.

Charlie thought about the words for a minute. Wonka had clearly made a confession; a meaningful declaration and admitted openly one of his fears. Charlie was somewhat blown away by this. It was not every day that Wonka told his true, hidden feelings.

Charlie started slowly, "Willy, do you like what we're doing? Do you like what I do to you and like spending time with me?"

"Yes."

"Do you think this is wrong?"

"No. I don't."

"Then don't worry about it. Just think about right now because……everything can change very quickly."

"You won't change, will you?"

"No……I won't change." Charlie knew that the statement was already a bit of a falsehood.

"Good……very good."

Silence settled in as they held each other close. Charlie ran his fingers through Wonka's brown locks and kissed the top of his head several times. Wonka traced patterns on Charlie's back and sides with his fingertips.

"Charlie?"

"Yes?"

"Are you tired?"

"Not really."

A naughty, clever glint entered the chocolatier's eyes. "Even better."

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