VerucaBeyotch: I thought the 2005 version was pretty cool, too. I had no idea it was in 3D - aw man now I wish I had seen it in theaters. Gene Wilder was really great, and I know some people may think I may not be a "true" CATCF fan since I like the new version more than the older one, but I just love Johnny Depp. And there were so many actors in that movie who I love. I do wish they had kept "Pure Imagination", though.

Willy Wonka stood outside Violet's mother's house, nervously raising his fist to knock on the door. He gently squeezed his young boyfriend's hand, and Charlie squeezed back, offering the other man a reassuring smile.

"I know you can do this," Charlie said. "It'll be okay."

Wonka nodded, but before he could knock, the door opened and Wonka gasped when he sa Ms. Beauregarde standing in the doorway. "What do you want?" she said coldly.

"I need to tell you something," Wonka replied.

"Oh, don't worry," she said sarcastically. "I already know."

"How?" Charlie asked.

She turned her glare on the younger man. "Don't play dumb with me, I saw you kissing him in the chocolate room!"

"Veronica, I'm so sorry," Wonka said. Charlie felt a pang of jealousy that they were on a first name basis, though he wasn't sure why. He and Wonka were, too, and things weren't going so well for Wonka and Violet's mom. "I shouldn't have led you on when my heart was elsewhere." Wonka looked at Charlie, who blushed. So romantic, thought Charlie. Wonka always seemed to know the right thing to say.

Well, to him at least. Violet's mom, maybe not so much. "So why did you?" Ms. Beauregarde demanded.

"I tried to move on," Wonka confessed, "but that wasn't the way to do it."

"You think?" she spat.

"I'm sorry," repeated Wonka. He pulled Charlie closer to his side. "I love him." Charlie felt another squeeze of his hand and his heart skipped a beat.

"And that's supposed to make me feel better?!" exclaimed Violet's mom. "I have to go. Get out of my way," she said sharply, locking her door and then storming down the front steps of her house.

Wonka watched her go. "I feel so awful," he said. "I'm a terrible per-"

"No you're not," Charlie said firmly. Not caring who was watching, he grabbed Wonka's waist and pulled the other man against him in a hug. "You're beautiful." He pulled back and smiled. "I love you, too."

Wonka smiled back and gave him a small peck on the lips. Even that small touch of their lips roused that pleasant stirring inside Charlie. Despite the cold, he felt warm all over. "Hey, Charlie?" Wonka said as Charlie leaned his head on Wonka's shoulder.

"Hmm?" They started walking away from Ms. Beauregarde's house.

"Do you think we should tell your p-p-" Wonka stammered on the word parents, as he still had that problem. Although, Wonka had told Charlie he'd gotten a little better about it since reuniting with his father when they'd first met.

"Parents," Charlie supplied.

"Yes, them," Wonka agreed. "Should we tell them about us?"

Charlie smiled. "I think everyone should know how much I love you." Wonka smiled and kissed him softly on the lips. "What about your dad?"

"Sure." Wonka pulled him closer, and Charlie's heart skipped a beat as they walked towards Wonka's factory.

Charlie knocked on the door. "That'll be Willy," Mrs. Bucket said from inside their house. Charlie suddenly felt nervous, it had been a long time since he'd been inside Wonka's factory, so he hadn't been inside his old house, either.

His mother answered the door. "Charlie? What are you doing here? And with Wonka?"

He blushed. "Mum, Willy and I have something to tell you all," he informed her.

"All right," she said. "Come in."

Charlie nervously walked in, followed by Wonka. "We're having dinner if you two want to join us," Mr. Bucket said.

"Thanks, Dad. That sounds great." said Charlie, sitting down at the table - beside Wonka this time.

Mrs. Bucket watched them carefully as she sat down next to her husband. "How come you two made up all of a sudden?" she asked. "Not that I'm not happy, just...You didn't talk for a year."

Under the table, Charlie felt Wonka's fingers lacing in between his own. He took a deep breath and tried his best not to stammer. He didn't want to sound uncertain about any of this, especially in front of his family. "Willy is my boyfriend now, Mum." Suddenly, they had the attention of the whole room. "I've always had a crush on him, since we met. I love him."

Mrs. Bucket paled, and she looked over to Wonka. "Willy...this isn't true?!" she exclaimed.

The other chocolatier nodded in confirmation. "It is, Mrs. Bucket," he informed her. "I love your son. I've tried to move on, I assure you, but...my heart just wasn't in it."

Mrs. Bucket turned her sharp gaze on Charlie. "You cannot date him," she said firmly. "He's way too old for you!"

"I don't care," Charlie said, stiffening. Wonka squeezed his hand. "I'm in love with him and I will be with him! I'm eighteen and I can do whatever I want!"

"He is of age," Wonka quietly agreed. "If Charlie was any younger, I can tell you right now that I would not have made a move on him." Wonka's normally pale face was even paler as their argument went on.

"But you decided now was okay?!" Mr. Bucket practically shouted.

"I made the move on him!" Charlie exclaimed. "I kissed him."

Mrs. Bucket's face reddened. "I want you both to leave, now," she said.

The room blurred with tears. Charlie got up, letting go of Wonka's hand as he ran out the door just before the tears started falling. He ran out of the Chocolate Room, and down the hall towards the front door of the factory.

"Charlie!" He heard Wonka calling after him. Sighing, he let Wonka catch up with him. "They'll come around." Charlie shook his head sadly, sinking onto a nearby bench. Wonka sat down beside him. "Charlie, look at me," he said.

Charlie looked up at his boyfriend. Even when he was so sad, he couldn't help but admire how handsome Wonka was - even with his haircut, which Charlie used to think looked horrible, but now he found it cute. And those deep blue, almost purple eyes...His heart beating quickly, he reached out and put a hand on Wonka's shoulder. "I...I want to be with you so badly," he choked out. His heart stopped for a moment as he realized that Wonka's own eyes were filled with tears. He'd never seen Wonka cry. Ever. Not in all the years they'd known each other.

Ever since they'd met, Charlie had always seen Wonka as a brilliant, talented, eccentric man who had created his amazing chocolate factory. He realized he'd been so caught up in the fame - especially the fame of becoming Wonka's heir - that even though he knew Wonka personally, he hadn't taken into account just how human Wonka was. He hadn't really been fair to his mentor. He'd always idolized him, even as they'd grown closer over the years. True, sometimes Wonka found it difficult to express his feelings, but that didn't mean he didn't have them. That didn't mean he didn't try to be open about them. It just meant he had some things to work on, and that was okay. And Charlie would be there for Wonka if he ever needed his help - especially after Wonka's basically saved his life, and his family's lives, too.

From a little boy's point of view - as he had been when he's first met Wonka - the older man had seemed perfect. And from the point of view of someone who had been very poor his whole life, meeting the world's most famous chocolatier would make Wonka seem entirely capable, capable of anything. It was true that Wonka was capable of a lot of things, but he wasn't perfect. He was completely, entirely human.

After years of living with Wonka and being a part of the other chocolatier's everyday life, Charlie's perspective had changed.

"We will be together." Wonka's voice trembled at the end. "If you want to be with me, Charlie, I'll fight to be with you."

Charlie leaned forward into a hug, wrapping his arms around Wonka's waist. "I love you, I love you so much."

He felt Wonka pulling him closer, his body resting against Charlie's, his face pressed into the younger man's neck. After what felt like a long time, Wonka pulled away, and Charlie kissed him.

Their lips brushed softly, then Wonka leaned forward again, pressing his lips more firmly against Charlie's. The younger chocolatier's heart pounded quickly in his chest, his breaths speeding up. He pulled Wonka closer by the collar of his red-purple jacket, their kiss deepening.

Quickly, their kisses began to grow more passionate and heated. Charlie ran his fingers through Wonka's deep chocolate hair, causing his hat to fall off. Wonka's hands slid down to Charlie's waist, making Charlie blush. There was so much electricity between them, and yes, even though it was cheesy, it was like fireworks were going off. Charlie didn't know what he was thinking as he tugged on Wonka's jacket, pulling it off of the other man. One of Wonka's hands slid down to Charlie's knee as the younger boy slipped a hand up Wonka's shirt, feeling his smooth, warm skin underneath.

The older man pulled back suddenly, a shocked look on his face, eyes wide. Charlie removed his hand. "Charlie, w-what are we doing?" Charlie knew the real question: What are you doing?

"Oh - oh God." His face burning, he stood up. He was absolutely mortified. And just when he thought he understood Wonka...He was silent, his jacket and hat on the floor, his hair messed up from when Charlie had ran his fingers through it. "I'm sorry. I - I'm sorry," he repeated. "I'll just go." He hurried towards the exit, ignoring Wonka's calls for him. Maybe Charlie was brave, but he'd been too brave, too bold. That heated moment between them had been too much, too soon, and Charlie couldn't imagine being able to look Wonka in the eye after that. For now, he went home, desperately praying his boyfriend wouldn't follow him.

AN: Hope you guys liked th new chapter! :) I'll try to keep updating more frequently. Also, I hope you don't mind too much that I made up a name for Ms. Beauregarde. I looked online but couldn't find any mention of a first name for her, and I just thought she looks like a Veronica. Anyways, please review and updates soon!