Charlie looked at the man who had bent down on one knee and was holding his hand. He'd known all along that Wonka was the one. There had never been anyone else. "Yes," he choked out. "Yes, I'll marry you." He pulled Wonka into a crushing hug, earning an "Oof" from the older chocolatier. But Wonka held onto him just as tightly, and they held onto each other as they flew over town towards the factory.

When they arrived back in the factory, Charlie said, "I want to tell everyone."

"Your p-p-parents already know," Wonka said. "I asked for their blessing."

Charlie's grin made Wonka grin, and then the younger man's face fell. "I'm so sorry about your father," Charlie said.

"Charlie, you just made my entire year," Wonka said. "My entire life. I didn't think...well, I never expected you to say yes."

Charlie felt his heart break. "Why?" he asked. "Of course I'd say yes."

"I didn't think you'd want to marry an old man like me," Wonka admitted. "I thought maybe you'd lose interest in me after a while, and-"

Wonka was interrupted with a long, deep kiss that almost swept him off his feet. The kiss lingered, and Wonka backed him up against the Great Glass Elevator, his tongue licking Charlie's. Charlie felt his knees grow weak, and he let out a small, breathy moan.

"We should...we should stop," Charlie gasped into his mouth. "Anyone could walk by."

"That's what makes it so exciting," said Wonka, his tongue tracing Charlie's jaw. Charlie shivered, the warmth of Wonka's body against his clouding his mind. Wonka removed his glove with his teeth, which Charlie found quite sexy. His hand slipped into Charlie's pants, and the younger man trembled against him. Wonka rubbed him through his underwear, earning a gasp from Charlie. Wonka clearly knew what he was doing, and Charlie groaned.

"Where did you learn to do this?" Charlie gasped.

"Masturbation," said Wonka, slipping his hand into Charlie's underwear. Charlie let out a shuddering gasp as Wonka's fingers found his hole, rubbing against it. His knees grew weak, and Wonka wrapped an arm around his waist to steady him. And then Wonka pushed a finger inside him, and it was so different than when Wonka made love to him. Wonka rubbed his insides, stroking, and Charlie couldn't help the moans escaping his lips. He held onto Wonka's red-purple coat for dear life. Wonka slid a second finger in, sliding them deeper and curling them. Charlie saw stars.

"I'm going to do something very risky," Wonka said. His fingers disappeared, and Charlie felt a pang of disappointment before he felt his pants being tugged down. Wonka's fingers were quickly replaced with his tongue, and Charlie's knees literally wobbled. Wonka stroked his hole with his tongue, slipping his tongue inside Charlie and stroking. Charlie's eyes fluttered closed and a loud moan escaped him. He couldn't stop moaning and shaking, his hands buried in Wonka's hair as he was thoroughly eaten out. He felt himself throbbing, dripping wet, and Wonka tasted him eagerly.

"I'm going to fuck you now," Wonka whispered in his ear, and Charlie shivered, clinging to him.

"Please," gasped Charlie, trembling against him. He felt Wonka thrust into him, hard and deep. "Harder," Charlie gasped, and Wonka obliged. "Harder." Every inch of him was on fire, and he pulled Wonka into a fiery hot kiss, grabbing the collar of his red-purple coat and tugging him close, their tongues battling for dominance. Wonka won, and he ravished Charlie so completely that Charlie groaned, coming all over Wonka's hand that was stroking him. Wonka came deep inside him, and they fell against each other, gasping for breath.

"God," Wonka gasped as they tugged their pants up. He tasted some of the warm, sticky liquid on his hand. "Augustus flavored chocolate coated Gloop would have been disgusting. But you…I could make a fortune off of you if I was willing to share. But I'm not."

Charlie stared at him wide-eyed. Wonka was so unbelievably sexy. He moved forward, kissing Wonka again, taking his lower lip in his mouth and biting down. Wonka growled, his hips pressing against Charlie's. "God, I want you again," Wonka said, but he pulled away, peeling Charlie off him. "But I believe we have an announcement to make."

"Mom! Dad!" Charlie ran excitedly into the Buckets' house. "Guess what!"

"What, darling?" Mrs. Bucket asked.

"Willy proposed," Charlie said breathlessly, taking Wonka's hand in his.

"How lovely!" Mrs. Bucket exclaimed. "Oh, I'm so happy for you both. We could have a spring wedding!"

Everyone burst into conversation, and Charlie's face fell. Wonka nudged him. "You okay?"

"I wish Grandpa Joe were here to see this," Charlie said, a lump forming in his throat.

"Why don't we go upstairs to your room?" Wonka asked, taking his hand. He could sense that Charlie was about to cry, and he led his fiance upstairs so they could have privacy. Not one second later, Charlie collapsed in Wonka's arms, sobbing.

"Hey, hey, hey," Wonka said, rubbing his back gently. He sat Charlie down on his old bed that creaked underneath them. "What is it?"

"It's not just Grandpa Joe," Charlie admitted, lifting his head. "I ruined your relationship with your father, and you don't even seem upset."

"I wish things were different," Wonka said. "I do, but don't blame yourself for one second, kay? I chose you. I choose you. I am so far gone in love with you, Charlie. I thought what we did back there proved that."

Charlie blushed. "I know," he said, sniffling. Wonka kissed away his tears, and then he kissed Charlie's lips. Their kisses weren't like their fiery kisses from earlier. They were soft and deep. Charlie wrapped his arms around Wonka's neck, his hat falling onto the floor. But neither cared as they drank in more and more of each other, neither chocolatier able to get enough of the other. They kissed until it grew dark outside, and they were still kissing when Charlie's parents and grandparents went to bed.

Eventually, they began to grow tired. Charlie yawned and nuzzled against Wonka. "Willy?" he said.

"Yeah?" Wonka asked.

"Everyone's asleep downstairs, aren't they?" Charlie said. "Maybe we should stay here tonight, so we don't wake them up."

"Okay," agreed Wonka, and they turned off the light, getting into bed. It was quite tight with both of them in Charlie's twin bed. Charlie was practically on top of Wonka.

Wonka wriggled his hips against Charlie's suggestively, grinning at him. "Willy," Charlie hissed, slapping him playfully on the arm. "Stop that," he laugh-whispered. Wonka hit him right back, playfully, and they wrestled like fifth graders until they fell on the floor, their lips meeting in a soft, lingering kiss. Wonka's fingers brushed Charlie's bare skin, and Charlie shivered.

Wonka's eye caught on something, and he pulled it out from under the bed. "What's this?" Wonka asked, sitting up.

"Don't-" Charlie started, but it was too late. Wonka had already opened the sketchbook and seen the pictures Charlie had drawn of them when he was much younger. They changed from stick figures to full drawings of them, and in the later pictures, of them kissing. Now it was Wonka's turn to be openmouthed, and he looked at Charlie, who blushed deeply.

"You're a really good artist," Wonka said. "I mean, really good."

"They're drawings of us," Charlie pointed out, his face burning. "Kissing."

"I can see that," Wonka said. "I think we've imitated many of these postures."

Charlie flushed deeply, all the way down his neck. "I'm so mortified," he admitted, burying his face in his knees.

"You had a crush," Wonka said. "It's normal."

"What do you mean, had?" Charlie asked, lifting his head. Now it was Wonka's turn to blush. "I have the biggest crush on you, Willy Wonka."

And then they were kissing again, Charlie's fingers tangled in Wonka's hair as their tongues touched. Wonka pressed him against the bed, his touch like fire against Charlie's skin. They pulled the blankets over them, the bed creaking underneath them.

Epilogue

Charlie and Wonka married on a beautiful spring day. They had tried to keep their engagement just between family, but the media found out anyway. They had the wedding inside the Chocolate Room in the factory, on the huge arch that overlooked the fountain. They didn't let the paparazzi in to take photos. The ceremony was small and quiet. Mike and his now-fiancee Violet were there, and Charlie's grandparents - all except Grandpa Joe. Charlie felt his absence like a weight on his chest.

"You know he'd be proud of you," Mike said to him as they waited for Wonka to finish getting ready.

"Thanks, Mike," Charlie said, hugging his best friend tightly. Mike was the best man in his wedding.

Charlie waited at the altar. Wonka was the "bride" in the wedding, and he walked out of the Buckets' house. He was wearing a white suit, his usual hat on his head as he walked towards Charlie. It broke Charlie's heart to see Wonka walking alone without his father, but he didn't want to let that ruin their wedding day. Wonka looked handsome, and Charlie blushed as Wonka approached him.

"I don't have anyone giving me away, I'm afraid," Wonka said. "I'm giving myself to you."

Charlie's heart warmed, and he took Wonka's hand and squeezed it. "Do you have your vows ready?" the priest asked.

"Yes," Charlie said, clearing his throat. He had memorized his speech, wanting to look into Wonka's eyes and not read from a sheet of paper the entire time. "Willy, I've loved you for as long as I can remember. Even before we met. And the year we spent apart was the hardest of my life. You're my first love, and you're going to be my last. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. You're everything to me. I love you, and I will always love you."

Wonka wiped tears from his eyes, and Charlie squeezed his hand. Wonka squeezed back. "Charlie, when I sent out those golden tickets, I expected to find an heir. I found more than I could ever have expected. I never expected that I would find the love of my life as well. You've made me so happy, and you've helped me find myself and be more comfortable with showing affection and love. I found someone that I can share my soul with. This is truly the best day of my life, and I will cherish every day I have with you. I promise to take care of you and to love you for the rest of our lives. I love you so much, Charlie Bucket. Always and forever."

They said their "I do"s, and the priest said, "Charlie, you may kiss your groom."

Charlie leaned in and kissed Wonka, their lips brushing softly. Wonka leaned in and kissed him more firmly, and everyone began to clap. They kissed until everyone stopped clapping, and Charlie looked into Wonka's eyes. "I love you."

"I love you," Wonka said, and leaned in to kiss him again.

Needless to say, they lived happily ever after.

AN: I have an announcement to make, and that is I'm planning out a sequel to this. Stay tuned :) I hope you enjoyed the story!