Out in the hallway, Charlie hissed, "He's here? What do you mean?"
"I mean, he's here," Wonka whispered back, so none of their guests would hear. "Right now."
"Shit," Charlie said. "What do we do?"
"We have to go see him," Wonka answered. "Obviously."
"Obviously?" Charlie said, his voice rising. "Have you forgotten the way he treated you? Us?"
"No," Wonka said. "But there's no turning away Wilbur Wonka." Wilbur Wonka was a sore spot for Charlie and Wonka. Wilbur Wonka was homophobic. "Shit, Dad, this couldn't wait a week?" Wonka muttered to himself.
"He didn't even come to our wedding," Charlie pointed out.
"Nothing to be done about it now," said Wonka. "Listen. It'll be okay." He took Charlie's hands and kissed him, deeply. Charlie's breath caught in his throat as Wonka kissed him breathless, and he kissed back with just as much passion.
Someone cleared their throat, and Wonka and Charlie pulled back to find Wilbur Wonka. "Dad!" Wonka exclaimed, his face turning red. Charlie's face went a matching shade of red. "W-What are you doing here?"
"Did your - er, Oompa-Loompas - not tell you I was here?" Wilbur asked.
"They did, but I mean, why are you standing right here?"
"I was waiting in the sitting room, and you weren't coming," Wilbur said matter-of-factly.
"Well then, can we go talk? In the sitting room?" Wonka asked. Charlie grimaced. The whole situation was just awkward.
"Of course," Wilbur said. Charlie and Wonka followed him into the sitting room, and closed the door behind them.
"First, can I start off with, 'What the fuck?'" Charlie said. Wilbur's eyes widened in shock. Charlie figured he wasn't used to having people speak to him like that, especially not his son-in-law.
"Charlie," Wonka hissed, but Charlie continued on, ignoring his husband.
"Do you know how much you've hurt your son?" Charlie asked. "You and him had been close again for a while, and you went and ruined everything."
"We were never close before I left," Wonka pointed out.
Charlie waved a hand dismissively. "And then you don't even bother to come to our wedding!"
"I didn't think I was invited," Wilbur said.
"Why are you here, Dad?" Wonka asked, taking Charlie's hand in his. Charlie squeezed, and Wonka squeezed back.
"I just wanted to say I'm sorry," Wilbur said. "I'm sure that doesn't count for much, but I am. I have...educated myself more, and I am sorry most of all for not attending your wedding. If you're gay, I accept you."
"Well, I'm glad I have your permission," Wonka snapped. "But I'm actually bisexual."
"Bisexual?" Wilbur asked. "But you married Charlie, and he's a guy."
"Dad," Wonka sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Just because of who you marry doesn't change your sexuality," Charlie told Wilbur. "Maybe you should educate yourself a little bit more."
Wilbur's eyes flashed with something - anger? - before he sighed. "Well, maybe I should," he said. "I - I didn't mean what I said to you that day."
"It sure sounded like you did," Wonka said.
"I was surprised," Wilbur admitted. "I never thought - well, your heir-"
"I never thought I would marry my heir either," Wonka said. "But I love him, Dad. I can't change that, and even if I could, I wouldn't."
Charlie felt his cheeks warm again. He knew Wonka loved him, but he didn't know he loved him that much. "Are you happy?" Wilbur asked him.
"Yes, Dad, I'm very happy." Wonka squeezed Charlie's hand again, and Charlie squeezed back.
Wilbur nodded. "All right, then," he said. "I'll show myself out." Wilbur left the sitting room, and Charlie and Wonka followed, heading towards the Great Glass Elevator to go to their room.
"I don't know why you want him here," Charlie said once they entered their room.
"He's my father," Wonka answered.
"Still," Charlie replied, "I'm not sure I approve of him being back in your life, Willy."
"I didn't know I needed your approval," Wonka snapped.
"I thought we were in this together!" Charlie said. "That's what marriage is."
"Marriage isn't you controlling me!" Wonka exclaimed. "Let him and I work things out ourselves, so you don't ruin it again."
Charlie stared at him in shock. Wonka never talked to him like that. Ever. "I knew it," he said. "I knew you blamed me!"
Wonka blanched. "I - I didn't mean that," he stammered, a shocked expression on his own face.
"Well, don't look so surprised," Charlie said. "You clearly meant it."
"I just knew we should have left well enough alone, is all," Wonka said.
Charlie froze. "You mean, you wanted to keep it a secret?" he asked, hurt. Without another word to Wonka, he turned and fled.
"Charlie! Charlie, wait!" Wonka called, but Charlie was already gone.
Charlie sat on the rooftops, crying. The fact that Wonka had wanted to keep their love a secret from his dad stung. Clearly, Wonka wasn't proud to be with him.
"Charlie?" Wonka's voice came from the stairwell of the roof. Charlie wiped his eyes as Wonka came up, sitting beside him. "What are you doing out here?"
"Getting away from you," Charlie snapped, and Wonka flinched. But he didn't leave.
"Because I know you don't mean that," Wonka said, "I'll let that go."
"I meant it," Charlie growled. "Just like you meant what you said back there."
"I didn't," Wonka said. "I was just so angry, and-"
"And it slipped out?" Charlie asked. "People say what they mean when they're angry."
"No, they don't," Wonka said. He moved closer to Charlie.
"Go away," Charlie said, then shoved Wonka when he didn't move. "Go away. G-mmph," Charlie said, shoving him again. He was about to shove him a third time when Wonka kissed him, so passionately that it made Charlie's knees weak. He kissed back hungrily, both of them making gasping sounds that made Charlie tremble. Wonka pulled him against him, and Charlie gasped, his tongue wrapped around Wonka's, the older chocolatier's tongue stroking his. Charlie groaned, feeling Wonka harden against him. He wanted desperately to tear off Wonka's clothes, but he couldn't because someone could see them. It made things so much more exciting. Charlie laid him down on the roof, looming over Wonka, his hips pressing into the older chocolatier's. Wonka stared up at him, his eyes wide. Charlie crushed his lips against Wonka's, ravishing him. Wonka flipped them around, growling, pressing his hips into Charlie's roughly. Charlie whimpered, gasping as Wonka's tongue traced his jaw, then his Adam's apple. "Willy," Charlie groaned, visibly shaking now. Wonka pulled him into a delicious, fiery kiss that left Charlie breathless. Charlie took Wonka's lower lip into his mouth, tugging on it with his teeth. Wonka growled, pressing his hips against Charlie's. Charlie moved his hand over Wonka's erection and Wonka gasped, thin fabric the only thing separating Charlie's hand from his erection. Charlie felt a thrill run through him, and felt Wonka shiver too.
"Come," Wonka said, pulling Charlie towards the stairwell. They stumbled down it, kissing fervently, unable to stop. They stumbled into the hall, Charlie's tongue deep inside Wonka's mouth, stroking his tongue. Wonka groaned, pressing Charlie against the hallway wall, sandwiching him between him and his body.
They didn't even make it to their bedroom. They found an empty storage closet and Wonka shoved Charlie roughly against one of the shelves, successfully knocking things over. They kissed wildly, fervently, unable to get enough of the other. "I want you," Charlie gasped, trembling against Wonka. "I need you."
Wonka unbuttoned Charlie's pants, tugging down his own pants quickly. Wonka pushed inside him, deep inside him, and Charlie yelled, "Ahhh!" Wonka ravished him completely with his tongue, leaving Charlie trembling and panting against him. Wonka fucked him hard, making Charlie's knees weak.
Afterwards, Charlie rested against Wonka, gasping for breath. Wonka held him close, his cheek resting on top of Charlie's head. They dressed, and Charlie tried for the door, but then said, "Oh, shit."
They were locked inside.