Charlie and his new husband, Willy Wonka, were sitting in their office one day, working. "Willy?" Charlie asked.
"Hmm?" Wonka mumbled, buried deep in his work.
"What if we invited the rest of the kids who won Golden Tickets back to the factory, as sort of a reunion?" Charlie suggested.
This got Wonka's attention. "A reunion?" Wonka repeated, and Charlie nodded. "What would be the purpose? Nothing has really changed around the factory."
"Well, except for the fact that we got married," Charlie pointed out. "I suppose we could show them around some rooms they didn't get to see the first time. And offer the winner a year's supply of chocolate."
They spent the rest of the afternoon coming up with a letter to send out to the rest of the Golden Ticket winners. "Dear Golden Ticket winners," Wonka and Charlie wrote. "We have decided to invite you all back to the factory for another tour. There is still so much to see in the factory. In addition, we will be offering the winner a year's supply of chocolate of their choosing. Your parents are invited as well. We will see you at the factory on May 14. Sincerely, Charlie Wonka and Willy Wonka."
"Well, if they didn't know about our marriage before, they will now," Charlie said.
"Are you nervous?" Wonka asked him.
"No," Charlie said honestly, taking Wonka's hand in his and pulling him into a soft, deep kiss. "I'm proud to be with you." With that, he leaned in for another kiss.
On May 14, Veruca and Augustus waited outside. Mike and Violet waited outside as well - Charlie had asked them to just so they could reintroduce themselves to Veruca and Augustus. "Please enter," Wonka's voice said over the intercom, and the gates opened. The four of them walked inside to find Charlie and Wonka standing on the same stage that Wonka had used for the puppet show.
"It's nice to see you all," Charlie said, finding he meant it. Veruca had brought her husband with her as well as her father, and Augustus had lost a lot of weight. Clearly, the factory had changed all of them.
"So do we call one of you Mr. Wonka, or both of you?" Veruca asked right off the bat. Well, she hadn't changed very much after all, thought Charlie.
"You can still call me Charlie," answered Charlie, "and him Mr. Wonka, if he wishes." They hadn't really discussed that beforehand, Charlie realized too late.
"That will be fine," Wonka said awkwardly. Besides Veruca, none of them had mentioned the elephant in the room. Charlie took Wonka's hand and squeezed, and his husband squeezed back.
As they entered the factory, Augustus said, "Congratulations on your wedding."
"Thank you," Wonka replied. "Now, we will show you to your rooms where you will all be staying for the next week. Charlie and I will be showing you the rest of the factory. It is quite big, obviously, so lots more to see."
Charlie figured Augustus had the most to see, since he was the first one who had left all those years ago. "We'll be staying here?" Mrs. Beauregarde asked. "In the factory?"
"Well, yes," said Wonka. "Will there be a problem with that?"
Wonka and Mrs. Beauregarde had dated before Charlie and Wonka had dated. Unfortunately for Mrs. Beauregarde, Charlie had kissed Wonka while they were still dating, and Mrs. Beauregarde had seen. When Wonka and Charlie went to tell her, Mrs. Beauregarde had made it clear she already knew. "No," Mrs. Beauregarde said. "I'm here for my daughter, that's all."
Wonka shifted uncomfortably and looked at Charlie. That was something else they hadn't thought about. "Come with us," Mike said suddenly. "We'll show you to your rooms." Mike could apparently sense that Wonka and Charlie needed to be alone to talk, and he and Violet ushered them down the hall.
When they were gone, Charlie and Wonka sat down on a bench. "Perhaps we should have discussed this earlier," Charlie said belatedly.
"Are you comfortable having her sleep here in the factory?" Wonka asked him.
"You don't still have feelings for her, do you?" Charlie asked.
"What? Of course not," Wonka said, taking Charlie's hands in his.
"Was Mrs. Beauregarde your first kiss?" Charlie asked, suddenly feeling a pang of jealousy that he hadn't been Wonka's first kiss.
"No," Wonka said. "My first kiss was back in fifth grade. Rachel White," he recalled, chuckling.
"Am I the first boy you've ever been with?" Charlie asked.
"Yes," Wonka answered, taking his hand. Charlie felt his heart begin to race. "I haven't been with many people."
"Are you gay? Bi?" Charlie asked him. He'd never thought to ask Wonka before. It had been enough just knowing Wonka loved him. But now he found himself curious.
"Bi, I think," Wonka said. "I never labeled my sexuality, but no relationship ever felt the way it does with you. Like...fire," Wonka said, his eyes gazing into Charlie's so intensely that Charlie shivered.
"That's what it feels like for me, too," Charlie said. "The fire, I - I mean," he stammered as Wonka moved closer, closing the distance between them. Wonka touched his hip, his fingers brushing Charlie's bare skin, trailing fire over his skin. Wonka pulled Charlie into his lap so that he was straddling him on the bench, pressing him against the wall. The look they shared was more fiery than any kiss they had ever shared.
"Charlie? Mr. Wonka?" Mike's voice came from around the corner. Charlie jumped up off his husband's lap quickly. "The guests are all in their bedrooms. When will we be having dinner? Violet's mom wanted to know."
"At seven," Wonka informed him, and Mike went to tell Mrs. Beauregarde. It was currently 6:45. Wonka checked his watch. "I suppose we should head to dinner," Wonka said. Charlie agreed and followed him to the dining room.
Dinner was an awkward state of affairs. "So, Veronica, how have things been with you?" Wonka asked. Mrs. Beauregarde glared at him. Clearly, she wasn't over their breakup.
Despite what Wonka had said, Charlie felt a pang of jealousy. An idea popped into his head, and he placed his hand on Wonka's leg, moving it up his thigh. Wonka's fork dropped onto his plate with a clatter, and everyone at the table turned to look. Wonka blushed and kicked Charlie gently under the table. Charlie just grinned at him and moved his hand further up Wonka's leg.
"We have guests," Wonka muttered through his teeth to Charlie, a smile plastered onto his face for said guests. Charlie just shrugged and accidentally-on-purpose dropped his fork on the ground.
"Excuse me," Charlie said, getting under the table to retrieve his fork. Then, he breathed hot air onto Wonka's crotch, causing the older chocolatier to gasp.
"Everything all right, Mr. Wonka?" Veruca's dad asked.
"Perfectly fine," Wonka said with a nervous laugh. Charlie ran his tongue over Wonka's crotch through his pants, and Wonka's breath hitched. His hands shook under the table, and Charlie grinned. He sat down in his chair again, and Wonka turned to glare at him. Then, Charlie felt a hand on his leg, brushing his thigh. Wonka grinned evilly at him. Bastard, Charlie thought. God, Charlie wanted him.
Just then, an Oompa-Loompa came running up to Wonka. Wonka leaned down to listen, and said, "We have guests. I'm afraid it will have to wait."
The Oompa-Loompa whispered something more in Wonka's ear, and Wonka stiffened. "What is it?" Charlie asked.
"It's my father," Wonka said. "He's here."
AN: Hope you enjoyed the chapter! Updates soon