The next day, they began moving Charlie's stuff into Wonka's bedroom. Charlie's parents helped. He guessed they saw it as an opportunity to be able to make up with Charlie. There was still some tension around them since Wonka and Charlie had told them about their relationship.

"I was thinking," Charlie said one day as they sat in their office. He'd closed his factory and he was happy to be back working with Wonka. "We should make an adult candy line."

"An adult line?" Wonka repeated, turning around to face Charlie. The younger man blushed. "What sorts of things would we make?"

Charlie got up and went over to Wonka. "Edible handcuffs," he suggested. "Licorice restraints," he whispered in Wonka's ear, feeling the older man shiver.

"They'd snap in half," Wonka said breathlessly.

"Not unless we ate them," Charlie said, and Wonka groaned as Charlie kissed his jaw, his neck, his throat, tracing his tongue around Wonka's Adam's apple. "Maybe we should...experiment with the regular adult stuff first," Charlie suggested.

Wonka's breath hitched. He untangled himself from Charlie and fled the room, and Charlie stared after him. "That went well," Charlie said to himself.

Wonka still wasn't talking to Charlie later that day, so he went over to his parents' house to sleep there. "Oh, hi Charlie," Mrs. Bucket said. "What are you doing here?"

"Can I sleep here tonight?" Charlie asked.

"You and Willy didn't get into a fight, did you?" Mrs. Bucket asked him.

"Not exactly," Charlie said. "We were talking about...adult stuff...and then Willy just ran out."

"Well, Willy can be a bit...reserved," Mrs. Bucket pointed out. Charlie nodded. "Have you and Willy ever had sex?"

Charlie startled at how direct his mother was being. "We...we have," he admitted, flushing. "Twice." He hesitated. "Did I scare him off?"

"Communication is important," his mother said. "You did good by talking to him, but give him some time to get more comfortable with you."

"Okay," Charlie said. "Thanks. So, can I still sleep here?"

"Talk to him first," Mrs. Bucket said, patting him on the shoulder. "Are you and Willy using protection?"

"Yes, Mother," Charlie said.

"Good."

Charlie left his old house and walked across the edible grass to their office. Wonka was inside, and Charlie opened the door and looked at Wonka shyly. "Mr. Wonka?" Charlie hadn't called him that in ages.

"Yeah?" The older chocolatier looked up and saw Charlie. "Oh."

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable earlier," said Charlie, keeping his distance from Wonka.

"You didn't make me uncomfortable," Wonka admitted. "I left because I liked the idea. I...I was nervous."

"Oh," Charlie said as Wonka stood, going over to him.

"I bought these today," Wonka said, holding up a package of restraints. Charlie's eyes widened, and he was suddenly nervous, too. He hoped Wonka couldn't tell how badly his hands were shaking. "We don't have to use them now. But we have them, if you ever want to."

Charlie pulled him into a fervent kiss. Wonka's breath hitched against his mouth, and he lifted Charlie up onto the desk, kissing him hard and knocking over his desk lamp. Charlie melted, and he clutched Wonka's red-purple coat and tugged him closer. Wonka's tongue twisted around his, and they gasped into each other's mouths, groaning. Wonka grabbed Charlie none too gently, shoving him against the table where he did experiments during the day and knocking over some important vials. Wonka kissed him roughly, making Charlie's knees grow weak. "Willy," he groaned, his whole body feeling like it was on fire. Wonka pulled him into a fiery kiss, sucking on Charlie's neck, which likely left a mark. Wonka nibbled Charlie's ear, biting down on it a bit harshly.

"Ouch," Charlie said. Wonka was being quite rough with him, but he liked it. "Don't eat me."

"No promises," said Wonka, and Charlie's knees grew weak again.

"Willy, we might break something else," Charlie gasped.

"Let's break everything in the factory," Wonka said with a growl.

"We'd need to have sex in every room in order to do that," Charlie said. "There's a lot of rooms. And that would require a lot of...sex."

"Exactly," Wonka murmured into his ear, and Charlie shivered.

"You're insatiable," Charlie gasped. But he loved this Wonka. This seductive, playful Wonka.

"Let's have sex in every room in the factory," Wonka said.

Charlie's heart raced. "O-Okay," he squeaked. "Starting with this one?" he asked Wonka.

"Starting with this one," Wonka agreed.

Over the next few weeks, Wonka and Charlie began to get far more comfortable with each other. They crossed quite a few rooms off their list, including their office, the Inventing Room, and the main room where Charlie's house was. They hid behind a waterfall, and that was quite a delicious experience with Wonka and the chocolate.

Charlie was quite happy. He was especially happy that Wonka was getting more comfortable with him in public, too. They would get stares as they walked around town together, and Wonka turned to one of the passersby staring at them and said, "Something on my face?" The woman blushed and hurried along. Another time, someone said, "Hey, isn't that Charlie Bucket and Willy Wonka?"

"It is indeed," Wonka said, leaning down and kissing a surprised Charlie full on the lips, in front of everyone. Charlie's knees grew weak as usual, even from just a kiss.

As Charlie and Wonka got more adventurous, Charlie could see that Wonka was growing more confident. There was just one problem - Wonka would often stay up late inventing because of their days...exploring the factory, and Charlie would head to bed earlier. He didn't like sleeping alone.

They had been dating for almost two months when Charlie approached him about it one night. It was after eleven and Charlie was getting really tired. He'd stayed up with a book, but he couldn't concentrate. He wanted his lover. So he went into their office and wrapped his arms around Wonka from behind as the older chocolatier sat in his chair brainstorming. "Charlie, I'm working," Wonka said.

"Come to bed," Charlie whispered in his ear, and Wonka shivered. Charlie sucked on his neck, which would probably leave a mark.

"You know I can't," Wonka said. "I never have time to work during the day."

"Willy?" When Wonka "hmm"ed, Charlie said, "Do you think we might be having too much sex?"

"It's better than the fighting," Wonka pointed out.

"True," Charlie said, "but neither of us can get any work done."

"I like being with you," Wonka said. He pulled Charlie down onto his lap so that Charlie was straddling him in the chair, Charlie's growing erection pressing against Wonka's thigh. "I just have to make up the work hours somehow, that's all."

"Willy, kiss me," Charlie said, and Wonka did.