Charlie's PoV:

They crashed into the bedroom, lips and teeth colliding, tongues twisting together, exploring. Charlie clutched the collar of Wonka's deep reddish-purple jacket, moaning into his mouth. Wonka's tongue licked his own, thoroughly tasting all of Charlie's mouth and ticking the roof. Charlie let out a muffled giggle as he removed Wonka's jacket, the couple stumbling blindly over to the chocolatier's huge bed. Wonka was still in his black long-sleeved shirt and pants, and Charlie was fully clothed. Although not for long, he thought deviously, smirking into the kiss as he unbuttoned Wonka's shirt. He pressed Wonka against the bed, looming over him once they were on it and kissing his neck. Wonka's answering moan made Charlie grow hard, pressing into the chocolatier's leg. "I want to taste you," Wonka's voice panted, raspy with lust and sexy.

Charlie let him take the lead, feeling himself being pushed against the pillows and his trousers being unbuttoned, followed by his underpants being tugged down below his hips. Oh God, he thought to himself as a hot mouth wrapped around his throbbing length. This man is going to be the death of me.

Charlie woke up, gasping. Wonka lay beside him, fast asleep and snoring. Some people hated snoring, but Charlie found his boyfriend's snores to be quite adorable, like everything else he did. He wrapped a hand around his throbbing length, moaning as he envisioned Wonka touching him instead of himself. Though they had been together for a while - almost two years - they had barely gone farther than kissing. Charlie had never had sex, but he wanted to. He fantasized about what he would do to the chocolatier should he get the chance, and the things he wanted Wonka to do to him. But Wonka would probably run away at the thought. He didn't want Charlie sexually - just romantically.

Or so Charlie thought.

Wonka's PoV:

Charlie and Willy were in their office the next day, brainstorming. They had a dartboard hanging on the wall and each had some of the darts in their hand. Some of the sections on the board said things like CHOCOLATE, MARSHMALLOW, CREAM, BERRY, WHITE, DARK, and so on. It was one of the brainstorming techniques that Willy had been using for a while and taught Charlie.

His young love threw one dart, which hit MARSHMALLOW. Willy threw the other, which hit CHOCOLATE. "Chocolate marshmallow," Charlie said thoughtfully, spinning in his chair. "Hmm..." He bit his lip adorably. "S'mores flavored chocolates?"

"My dear, you're a genius." Willy crossed the room to kiss him, which his boyfriend returned. The kiss deepened, and Charlie stood up to meet his lips more firmly. Willy gasped as Charlie's tongue traced his lips, easing its way into his mouth. He let Charlie explore, feeling a firm grip on his shoulders steer him towards the desk. Charlie pressed him against the desk, kissing him hard, and Willy felt his knees weaken. No one else had ever kissed him like this, like they wanted every part of him, like they loved every part of him.

Charlie pushed his heavy jacket off his shoulders, letting it fall to the ground with a thunk. Willy felt exposed in only a long-sleeve shirt, which Charlie slipped his hands under. He gasped, and Charlie gasped at the same time as he ran his fingertips over his stomach. Moments later, Charlie's fingertips found the buttons on Willy's collar, and he unbuttoned them, tugging the shirt over his head. "Beautiful," Charlie whispered, and Willy shivered as his heir kissed his neck.

"C-Charlie," Willy groaned, feeling a warm tongue against his throat. His heart raced as he felt tightness in his pants, followed by an ache. He rubbed against Charlie unintentionally, but the younger man groaned and looked up at Willy with wide eyes. "Do you want me to...?" He blushed as he trailed off.

"Uh...I-I don't..." Willy pressed back against the desk, trying to breathe. The thought of Charlie doing that to him made him want to melt. "I don't know."

"Let me," Charlie encouraged, placing a hand over his throbbing erection. Willy groaned and pressed closer to him as Charlie stroked him through his jeans. "I've been dreaming about you and I want it to be my reality. Please, Willy." He looked up at the chocolatier with those big blue eyes that Willy had fallen in love with.

"D-dreaming about me? Charlie..." Willy blushed as he thought about it. You will not be turned on by that, he willed himself, but his body wouldn't listen. "It's too soon." Then he snapped back into reality. "I can't do this right now." He grabbed his shirt and jacket off the floor and fled, despite the desire building up inside him. He'd have to find somewhere closer than his bedroom was at the moment to take care of the growing problem he wouldn't let Charlie take care of.

Charlie's PoV:

Charlie remained in their office, confused. Wonka wanted him, he knew now, but then why wasn't he letting Charlie pleasure him? Did he not trust him? Had Charlie done something to embarrass him or hurt him, unintentionally? Had he made him uncomfortable?

His biggest fear when starting their romantic relationship back when he was almost fifteen was that if they broke up, it would ruin their friendship and teacher/student relationship. But they had fallen for each other, and over the years, Wonka had let Charlie get closer to him. He remembered the first day Wonka had let him touch him, back when he was twelve. Wonka and the Buckets had gotten into a huge argument about Charlie's schooling, and Charlie had walked smack-dab into the middle of it. Everyone had frozen when they saw him standing in the doorway.

"What's going on?" Charlie asked.

"Oh, er...Your p-p-parents...and I have different ideas about your education," Wonka informed him, ignoring Mrs. Bucket's glare of disapproval. "You can just wait outside for me."

But Charlie entered the room, walking boldly to his mentor's side. "Don't argue," he pleaded. "Don't yell at him. I love the both of you - all of you - and I don't want to get in the way of you all getting along or Mr. Wonka being in the middle. I love him too."

Wonka stared at him, startled, as Charlie's fingers laced through his own. Wonka squeezed his hand tightly, and didn't pull away when Charlie moved closer to him. "I want what's best for Charlie," Wonka said, more calmly this time. "No matter what, he has a bright future ahead of him. He's a creative, caring, responsible boy way more mature than his years."

That night was the first night Wonka let Charlie sleep with him - not in a romantic way, but in the way that children would sleep with their parents. "Did you mean it, earlier?" Wonka asked him as Charlie snuggled close to him, lacing their fingers together. "That you love me?"

Blue eyes met violet ones. "I'll always mean it," Charlie said, and Wonka's answering smile made the younger boy's heart flutter as he felt something he hadn't felt before.

He didn't see Wonka for a few days after the incident in the office. When he did see him, he called out to him from down the hall. "Willy!"

The older chocolatier began to turn in the other direction, but Charlie ran after him and caught his sleeve. "Wait. Willy - we're partners. I want you to feel like you can come talk to me if you want something. You don't have to be afraid, because I will never judge you. I'll never stop thinking you're perfect the way you are. I've been in love with you for years, and I'm fully committed to you, and no one else matters to me like you do. I want to be with you in every way."

Wonka's mouth opened, and then closed. Then he grabbed Charlie and pulled his body against his own, kissing him fiercely. Charlie melted against him, knees weakening, leaning on the older chocolatier for support. Wonka steered him towards his bedroom, their lips never leaving the other's. This kiss was not like most of the deep, innocent, sweet kisses they shared. It was hot, and hungry, and full of very mutual desire.

The door closed and locked behind them, and Charlie found himself sandwiched between the door and a familiar body and being kissed like he'd never been kissed before. He let out a deep, lust-filled moan into Wonka's mouth. He felt himself being lifted into the air and he giggled, then landed on his back on the mattress with a thump. Wonka loomed over him, kissing him passionately. Charlie moaned under him, arching his back as Wonka's lips crashed against his own, then trailed down to his neck. He gasped as Wonka sucked on his skin, leaving what would become a very definite mark in the morning. He grew hard against Wonka's leg, and his mentor gasped. "I want you," Charlie whimpered, meeting Wonka's gaze. "Please, Willy." Their gazes met for a long moment, and Wonka nodded. He moved down the bed and did something completely unexpected - he pulled down Charlie's trousers and underpants. Then he did something even more unexpected - he took Charlie's hard length in his mouth and sucked. "Oh..." Charlie leaned his head back and moaned, feeling like he was in heaven. "Willy...Mr. Wonka...Willy Wonka..." He arched his hips as Wonka took him deep, a whimper escaping his lips. Not long after that, he came into Wonka's mouth, shivering in pleasure.

"Delicious," Wonka said after swallowing, licking the rest off his fingers. Charlie's eyes widened as he watched the older man. "I do believe I've found the perfect new flavor, but I'd rather keep you to myself, I think..." His tone was seductive as he whispered in Charlie's ear, and his heir closed his eyes, moaning. His fingers found Charlie's hole, and Charlie gasped as he slid two fingers in, stretching him. He moaned again when Wonka curled his fingers inside him. Charlie felt himself throbbing once again and precum dribbled over the tip of his erection. Charlie looked up at Wonka for permission, and when his love nodded, he pulled down the older man's own trousers and underpants and stroked him. Wonka closed his eyes and groaned, growing hard under his heir's touch.

"Do you have anything?" Charlie asked him, meeting his gaze with love-struck blue eyes.

"Hmm?" Wonka had the same look in his eyes.

Charlie blushed. "Condoms, lube..."

"Oh. Yeah...Heh." Wonka pulled a condom out of his drawer and slipped it on himself. Their gazes met again, which was a more intimate moment than anything they had previously experienced that night. "I love you, Charlie Bucket."

Tears filled Charlie's eyes and he reached up to touch Wonka's face. "I love you, Willy Wonka. Always and forever." He hesitated. "Be gentle, okay?"

Wonka smiled, his own eyes glistening with tears. "Of course, my dear Charlie." Then he was inside Charlie, who hissed in pain at first. After a while, the pain eased and Charlie became more comfortable. Wonka slid in deeper, hitting a sweet spot, and Charlie moaned loudly, grasping the sheets and arching his back. Once Charlie had figured out how to move with his lover, Wonka pulled out of him and Charlie gasped, then whimpered at the loss. But the next moment, he thrusted back into Charlie, causing the younger man to cry out.

"Willy!" Charlie screamed, moaning as Wonka thrusted in and out of him over and over again. He saw stars, an odd mix of pain and pleasure. Not long after, Wonka came deep inside him, earning a loud moan from the younger man. "Oh, wow...I love you so much..." Charlie kissed him deeply, his mentor still somewhat hard inside him.

"I love you more than I will ever be able to express to you in words," Wonka replied as Charlie brushed sweaty hair out of his lover's eyes, a huge smile on his face. They kissed sleepily, ending the conversation, and eventually fell asleep in each other's arms.