A/N: I wanted to do a little more writing on this chapter, but I couldn't do it. So I decided to post it as is. :D

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Charlie slid to the other side of the bed and lay on his stomach. Eyes still closed, he inhaled deeply the sweet scent of where Wonka had lain. The aroma tickled his fancy, conjuring up images of the chocolatier asleep. The smell was pleasant, and Charlie drew in the fragrance like a gardener breathing the odors of marvelous flowers.

He clutched the pillow and buried his head in it. The place he rested was warm from the other male's body. His naked flesh tingled.

There was a patter of feet coming closer to the bed. The person climbed onto it and lay on top of Charlie. Silky hair caressed his skin, as well as smooth lips on his back and shoulders. He let out a contented mumble. The being on him was not nude, he could ascertain that.

The kisses stopped and the person rested their head on his shoulder. A sigh sounded, making Charlie shudder.

"Wakey wakey, sleepy head."

Charlie smiled from hearing Wonka's soft, melodic voice.

"I've brought breakfast! Rise and shine! You'll be late to school. And we certainly don't want that, now do we?"

"You've never cared about me going to school before," Charlie muttered into the pillow.

"What? Oh, well, that's because I'm usually never up before you; but now that I am, I feel it an obligation to get you on the move!"

"Just five more minutes."

"You never give me five minutes. It would be unfair if I let you have it. Now up!"

Wonka got off of the bed, allowing Charlie to leisurely sit up. The youth yawned, stretched, and at last opened his eyes. When he spotted the chocolatier walking back to him with the breakfast tray, he grinned happily and laughed. Wonka was dressed in the pastel blue button-up dress shirt that Charlie had worn the previous night. The un-tucked, slightly wrinkled shirt was not long enough to cover Wonka's dark purple, silk boxers. His hair was messy and he appeared to be tired; but his broad, cheerful smile and sparkling eyes told that he was wide awake.

Wonka slid in next to Charlie on the bed and set the tray between them. He ran his fingers through his disheveled hair to try and tame it, but Charlie shook his head and sighed because the attempt made it worse.

"Is it not working?" Wonka giggled.

"No. It's not."

"Oh, bullocks. Well then, I'll just leave it alone."

"Why are you wearing my shirt?"

"It was the first item of clothing I reached when I got up. And it was quick to get on."

Charlie leaned forward and kissed his mentor gently. "It looks good on you."

Wonka's charming smile grew larger. "Mmm, thank you."

They ate their food as they talked and laughed together. They even fed each other several bites. Wonka cleared the dishes when both had finished, and Charlie got up and dressed.

"That didn't take very long, now did it?" Charlie asked Wonka, who sat in an armchair nearby in the room watching. "I could've had those five minutes. I still have twenty minutes before I have to go."

"No need to get smart with me. It's like the saying goes: Early to sleep, early to wake-"

"I think you mean 'Early to bed; early to rise; makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise'."

Wonka looked offended. He disliked being corrected. "How do you know? Maybe I'm talking about a different one."

"Are you?"

There was a pause. Wonka at length replied curtly, "No."

The boy nodded his head. "That's what I thought."

Charlie stared at his mentor and another smile came to his face. The chocolatier had his legs curled beneath him and his head tilted in order for it to relax against the back of the cozy chair. One elbow was on the armrest, and both ungloved hands were clasped together. The shirt was not buttoned completely, leaving an opening and a portion of his chest revealed. Charlie could see a nipple showing; the mere sight of it driving him slightly wild. The way in which Wonka was presented at that moment; plain, comfortable, calm, ethereal, beautiful; caused Charlie to get flutters in his stomach.

Wonka grinned shyly as Charlie approached him. He knew something was going on in the youth's mind. Charlie offered his hand to the inventor and Wonka took it, beaming with excitement.

Charlie did not lead the candy man far before hurling the older man against a wall. Wonka hit with a thud and a groan. He scarcely had time to recover from the forceful impact before Charlie pinned him there with his body. Their eyes locked, both intense gazes, as Charlie placed his hand beneath Wonka's blue top. The boy's lips landed on Wonka's throat while his enthusiastic hand continued to run over the chocolatier's abdomen.

"Didn't you…..aahh…..didn't you get enough last night?" Wonka breathed with a smile.

"You're so delicious, I can't resist," Charlie answered playfully.

"Such a lucky little boy, aren't you?"

"Such a lucky man, aren't you?"

"I just happened to get more than I had planned for."

"Me too."

Wonka giggled and laid his hand atop Charlie's. He guided the boy's palm to his chest and stopped it on his left nipple. Charlie grinned slyly at discovering that this was a small weakness the candy maker had. Wonka applied pressure to his hand to rub, and Charlie responded. The chocolatier whimpered as the youth kneaded the tender spot, closed his eyes, and tossed his head back; beating it against the solid wall. Charlie attacked Wonka's parted mouth and kissed him affectionately, strongly. Wonka threw his arms around his heir and clawed at the boy's back. His moans were stifled by Charlie's working mouth.

Charlie abruptly removed his hand from beneath Wonka's shirt and proceeded to unbutton the article of clothing frantically. He took great pleasure in visually seeing what he had now claimed to be his.

His lips traveled to Wonka's neck and sucked fervently. Wonka gasped his name several times aloud. His right leg bended stiffly and then wrapped around Charlie's waist. He let out low sounds of ecstasy. The way Charlie touched him was fantastic.

Once Charlie was sure that he had left an impressive, obvious mark on the older male's neck, he pushed Wonka's leg off of him and yanked the chocolatier's boxers down to his ankles. Wonka stepped out of them and kicked them away. He was left with nothing but the long-sleeved dress shirt on while Charlie was fully clothed.

Charlie unzipped his trousers, lowered them and his undergarment down, and then placed his hands on Wonka's hips. He angled the chocolatier the way he wanted in order to get inside of him more easily. Wonka cried out, his voice quaked, as Charlie penetrated him powerfully. His expression grew tense, eyes remaining closed, and he clutched Charlie to him. Their bodies were incredibly close, the closest they had ever been; pressed against one another tightly. Wonka's leg found itself once again around the boy's waist. He tried to get Charlie's length deeper within him.

Charlie thrust up into Wonka unbelievably fiercely and intensely. He began to grunt with each brutal shove. Wonka became somewhat alarmed when he found that it was beginning to hurt. Charlie grew more violent as minutes passed. The way his body moved caused him to practically slam Wonka against the wall each time. Nevertheless, he continued on roughly. The chocolatier's whines were distant sounds to his ears. Wonka was embarrassed and ashamed to feel tears forming in his eyes. He bit his quivering lip and held onto Charlie, his fingers digging into the youth's back as he endured it.

Their breath came raggedly as they moved in rhythm. A sudden, distant knock sounded from the entry door. Charlie's thrusts came to a halt slowly. Wonka sniffed and swallowed hard to clear his seemingly closing throat.

"Charlie?" the person called from outside the room.

"Damn it," Charlie said, almost inaudible, and rested his forehead on Wonka's chest.

"What did you say?" Wonka got out, panting.

Charlie realized his curse and replied, "Nothing." In a louder voice, he replied to his mother. "Yes, mom?"

"I just came by to see if you wanted to come have breakfast before you were off to school."

Wonka trembled a little from hearing her voice and knowing that she was only a few yards away from finding her son and himself together.

"I already ate."

"Can I come in?"

"No. I'm getting dressed. I'll be out in a couple of minutes."

"I'll wait for you then and walk you out."

"Okay."

Charlie turned his attention back to Wonka and carried on what he had started without another word. Wonka restrained himself from yelling. They both kept exceptionally quiet, the only sound that filled the room was their heavy breathing. The candy maker's leg shook and fought to hold him up while his other tightened around the boy's waist. Perspiration appeared on his skin, and it made him feel extremely dirty. He could not help but think that having sex with Charlie this time was different from the other occasions, Charlie seemed different this time to him, and it was not a good different. It frightened him a bit.

He smothered a scream by burying his face at the crook of Charlie's neck and shoulder. Charlie thrust faster and more aggressively than ever as he neared his peak. His grunting became frequent. Wonka was getting increasingly worn-out. He grew dependent on Charlie to hold him up. A tear went down his cheek, and he was quick to wipe it away.

Charlie shook and gave one last severe shove before he exploded inside of Wonka. Wonka's mouth opened in a silent shriek. Charlie hugged the chocolatier tightly to him as his orgasm unhurriedly wore off. They stayed the way they were for a moment, listening to the other's respirations.

At last Charlie pushed Wonka gently off of him, cleaned the sweat from the male's face, and kissed him softly; quite the change from the way he had been with Wonka in previous minutes. Wonka murmured faintly uncontrollably. He was utterly exhausted. Charlie pulled out of him and eased the candy man to the floor. Wonka sat alone, attempted to get control over himself to not cry in front of his heir, as Charlie went to the bathroom and washed himself. When the boy returned, Wonka forced a smile onto his face.

Charlie smiled in return and said, "I have to go now. I'll see you later."

"Kay."

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah! Of course!" He let out a fake giggle.

Wonka watched Charlie leave and heard the muffled voices of the youth and Mrs. Bucket outside. As he sat in solitude for a brief while, he wiped his teary eyes and sighed as he thought to himself.

What's wrong with me? I wanted it too. Why did it feel strange? Why didn't it feel like the other times? Why was it…..painful? Poppycock! It's probably all just in my imagination. He wouldn't hurt me purposely! It's Charlie, for whangdoodles sake. But perhaps I should tell him so that next time he'll know to go a bit easier.

He got up, his aching backside making him wince, and got dressed in his own clothes.

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