Wonka didn't follow him. When Charlie got home, he wrote several of the steamiest songs he'd probably ever written. His hands were shaking by the time he finished them, and he downed a glass of rum.

Mike arrived back from a date with Violet. "What's going on?" Mike asked when he saw Charlie's face.

"Mr. Wonka and I...well, things got a bit heated," Charlie admitted, blushing.

"A bit?" Mike picked up one of the sheets of music and raised an eyebrow. "You want to do what to him?"

"Mike!" Charlie snatched the paper away, and then noticed Willy Wonka standing in the doorway behind him. "Willy!" Charlie exclaimed, hiding the sheet of paper behind his back. "How-how long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough," Wonka said.

"I'd better go to bed," Mike decided.

"Good idea," Wonka said, and Mike disappeared into his bedroom. "You write songs for me?"

Charlie flushed scarlet. "Oh, you heard that."

"I did." Wonka sat down beside him on the couch, close beside him. Charlie's breath hitched. "Can I read them?"

"No!" Charlie exclaimed, horrified.

"We're going to have to talk about it in some way, you know," Wonka said.

"Why?" Charlie asked.

"So I can do this," Wonka replied, placing his hand on Charlie's thigh. The younger man gasped at his touch. Wonka kissed Charlie then, his hand moving farther up Charlie's thigh.

Charlie gasped as Wonka touched him through his pants, and he leaned into the other man. Charlie kissed him harder and Wonka's breath hitched. "My dear boy," Wonka gasped into his mouth.

Charlie's hands were shaking again, and he didn't want Wonka to notice. "I want you," he groaned against Wonka's mouth.

"I know," Wonka said. Charlie pulled back, hurt. "And I want you, too, it's just that…" Wonka trailed off, blushing. "It alarms me a bit."

"Sex?" Charlie asked, and Wonka nodded. "Sorry if I got a little...carried away earlier."

"It...it wasn't just you," Wonka admitted, and Charlie smiled. "Can I read the songs?"

"...fine," Charlie said, and Wonka picked them up. Charlie cringed as the older chocolatier's eyes scanned the pages, the younger man blushing furiously. Wonka turned a matching shade of red.

"This is very...detailed," Wonka stammered. Charlie's blush deepened. He wanted to run away again, but he made himself stay. Wonka himself looked like he wanted to run, but he didn't.

"Yes," Charlie said, stiffening.

"And you want to try all of this?"

"What?" Charlie squeaked, suddenly very nervous around Wonka. His hands were noticeably shaking now. "Y-Yes."

Wonka took his hands. "Don't be nervous," he said, kissing Charlie softly. The older man had a habit of tugging on Charlie's bottom lip with his teeth, and it drove Charlie mad. Wonka's tongue stroked his, and Charlie reached down to unbutton Wonka's coat. Wonka pulled out a tube of chocolate from his coat, and Charlie's eyes widened. They kissed again, this kiss much more heated, and Wonka took the chocolate and spread it on Charlie's neck. He kissed his jaw, his neck, his throat, licking the chocolate off of him. When Wonka pulled him into a fiery hot kiss, he tasted like chocolate. Charlie was left breathless. Wonka pushed him down against the couch cushions, and Charlie arched against him, pressing his hips against Wonka's. The older man groaned, and the sound made Charlie's stomach flutter.

"What else would make you moan like that, hmm?" Charlie asked. He reached down and touched Wonka between his legs, slipping a hand inside his pants and stroking him through his underwear. Wonka's breathing went uneven, his eyes fluttering closed.

"Charlie," Wonka gasped. Charlie could feel how wet he was through his underwear.

Suddenly, Mike's bedroom door started to open, and Wonka and Charlie sat up at once. "We - we were just - nothing!" Charlie stammered.

Mike looked like he didn't believe that, but he went into the kitchen to grab a soda anyway. Charlie pressed close to Wonka on the couch when Mike disappeared back into his bedroom. Wonka wrapped an arm around him.

"That was, um…" Charlie trailed off, uncertain of what to say. "That was good. Really good."

"I agree, my dear boy," Wonka said. "I liked it very much."

"I want you to make love to me," Charlie said boldly.

Wonka nodded. "We can try," he said. "But I don't know if I'll be able to promise that."

"Okay," Charlie said. "Shall we go into my bedroom, then?"

"Sure," Wonka said, and got up and followed Charlie into his bedroom. Charlie locked the door behind them and turned to Wonka, kissing him surprisingly softly. He finished unbuttoning his coat, letting it slide to the floor. It was weird seeing Wonka without his coat, but he found he quite liked it. Wonka led him towards the bed, on top of Charlie as he pressed Charlie against the pillows. Charlie shivered, pulling Wonka's hips against his. His fingers brushed bare skin and he felt Wonka gasp against his mouth, pulling away.

"Willy?" he asked. "It's okay if you're not ready."

"I'm not ready," Wonka said. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Charlie repeated. Wonka laid down beside him on the bed, and Charlie snuggled against him, resting his head on the older man's shoulder. "Kiss me, for now?"

And Wonka did.

Charlie and Wonka kissed far into the night, unable to get enough of each other. Eventually, Charlie fell asleep in Wonka's arms. The next day, they had the game show. "Today's game is going to be a simple game of Truth or Dare. You will be asking each other the questions, and your partner has to answer. If you want to back out of answering a question, you can, but you will lose your chance at a million dollars."

"Seems easy enough," Wonka said, and Charlie laughed.

"Clearly you've never played Truth or Dare then," he said to Wonka.

"Go easy on me, all right?" Wonka said.

"No promises," laughed Charlie.

"Begin!" Violet said.

"Willy, truth or dare?" Charlie asked.

"Truth," Wonka said at once, clearly thinking it'd be easier than a dare. This was Charlie's chance to get to know Wonka more.

"What's the farthest you've gone with anyone in bed?"

Wonka paled at the question. "Last night," he answered. "With you."

"Oh." Charlie blushed.

"Truth or dare?" Wonka asked him.

"Dare," Charlie answered.

"I dare you to try my most sour candy," Wonka said. "It's the sourest candy in the whole wide world."

Charlie grimaced. Wonka wasn't making it easy on him either. "Fine." Wonka produced a piece of candy from his pocket. It looked very sour. Charlie gulped, then ate it quickly. His mouth watered quite a bit and his heart sped up. "Having heart palpitations."

"You'll be fine," Wonka said.

"Truth-truth or dare?" Charlie asked, clutching his chest.

"Dare," Wonka said.

"I dare you to kiss me," Charlie said. "In front of everyone."

"In front-in front of everyone?" Wonka blanched, clearly uncomfortable. "I...I can't do that."

"Do you forfeit?" Violet asked him, coming up to them. "That's a million dollars you'd be giving up."

"I don't care," Wonka said. "Excuse me." He got up and fled.

"Charlie, I-I'm so sorry," Violet said, but Charlie barely heard her. Tears were filling his eyes.

"Charlie," Mike said, looking over at him, but Charlie got up and left.

AN: I know, it's been so long since I've updated this story. I already have Chapter 10 started so hopefully that should be up soon!