Mrs. Bucket dropped the measuring cup she had been holding, spilling its contents all over the floor as she stared out the cracks in the closed curtains of her kitchen window. Completely stunned, she gawked at the window for a few seconds before picking up the cup and then bending down to clean up all the flower off the floor.

Her husband looked over from his newspaper. "Honey, are you all right?" he asked.

"I'm...fine," she managed. "Just slipped out of my hand, is all."

Mrs. Bucket wondered how she was going to deal with this. Willy was way too old for her son! She was completely fine with Charlie being gay, but this...And who did she tell? Should she tell anyone? Her husband? How was she going to handle this? Should she confront Willy and Charlie and let them know that she knew about their relationship?

She considered herself a good parent, so what would a good parent do? Forbid their relationship?

Yes. As much as Mrs. Bucket knew Charlie loved Wonka, their relationship was inappropriate.

She started towards the door to confront the couple, but she stopped when she remembered it was Charlie's birthday. Should she wait until tomorrow and then reveal just how much she knew about their relationship?

And then that got her thinking.

How much did she know about their relationship? Was kisses all they shared together? Or...

No! she exclaimed at herself. Willy would never take advantage of Charlie like that. Charlie was way too young. But he was so wise, sometimes Mrs. Bucket forgot how young he was. She felt it in her gut that Willy would never try to encourage Charlie to do anything more than kissing. But even so...kissing was still inappropriate.

She knew she was going to confront them. But should she do it today, or tomorrow after Charlie's birthday?

Her head spun. She didn't know.

Maybe she should ask for advice?

She suppressed a groan. If she showed any sign of frustration, her family would know something was wrong, and she didn't know if she could keep Charlie and Willy's secret. As she made Charlie's birthday cake, she tried to figure out where she would proceed from here.

Charlie gripped the raft tight as he sat in Wonka's lap. They were headed for the tunnel that Wonka had taken the boat through during Charlie's first visit to the factory. He turned around and smiled at Wonka. "This is like a second date," he said.

Wonka chuckled. "A very extraordinary second date."

They kissed and Charlie sighed against his lips before turning around, just as they went down the tunnel. Charlie squealed in delight as his stomach dropped ever so slightly, as the raft tumbled through the tunnel. "Willy, this is awesome!" Charlie laughed, laying his head back against his partner's chest. He felt a sense of deja vu as he recalled sitting next to Wonka on the boat in his group with Mike Teavee, Augustus Gloop, Violet Beauregarde, and Veruca Salt. But this time was very different.

The tumultuous current calmed down and Charlie murmured happily against Wonka's chest, trying to snuggle closer to him in the raft. Unfortunately, that sent them both toppling into the river. Charlie yelped as they tumbled in and he went face first in the chocolate.

It was an extremely extraordinary situation. Unable to breathe, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, Charlie felt like the sticky brown substance was going to choke him. He swam to the surface and found Wonka gasping for breath a foot away from him.

"Charlie!" Wonka glared at him.

"Oops - hey, Willy." Charlie waved innocently, knowing he would NOT get away with this.

Wonka's eyes glinted dangerously, but Charlie knew he was just teasing. Charlie squealed and desperately tried to swim away, but the chocolate made it difficult and Wonka was faster. His partner caught up to him fast and wrapped his arms around Charlie from behind him. Another yelp escaped Charlie's lips and he tried to get away, but Wonka was STRONG.

"Oh, I've got ya now," Wonka laughed. "You aren't going anywhere."

Charlie answered by turning around and scooping up some chocolate before throwing it into Wonka's face. Wonka gasped and wiped his face, which offered no help. "I'd take that back if I were you."

Charlie hoped he had a mischievous look in his eyes, and promptly threw some more chocolate in Wonka's face.

Thus ensued the biggest food fight Charlie had ever found himself in - and he had found himself in PLENTY of food fights at school. "Surrender!" Wonka demanded.

"Never!"

And then Wonka TICKLED him. Charlie dissolved into giggles, because he was hopelessly ticklish. "W-Willy! S-Stop!"

"Say uncle!"

"You wish!"

"Your choice." And Wonka proceeded to tickle him until Charlie's ribs hurt.

Finally, breathless, Charlie said, "Okay, okay, uncle!" He turned around in Wonka's arms and their lips locked in a deep kiss. Wonka tasted like pure chocolate, which was pretty inevitable since the phrase "covered in chocolate" did not even begin to cover their situation. Their kiss was passionate and after a few long moments of kissing Wonka pulled back and licked the chocolate off Charlie's neck up to his ear. Charlie shivered in Wonka's arms and closed his eyes as Wonka's lips trailed up to his ear. "Don't eat me," Charlie laughed.

"No promises," Wonka said as he kissed Charlie's neck. Charlie felt a whimper escaping his lips and he blushed. Their lips crashed together and Charlie wrapped his arms around the chocolatier's neck, pulling him closer so that their bodies rested together. He ignored the pain in his ankle - or rather, tried to ignore the pain. He'd taken the cast off (he could if he needed to) and he'd forgotten about his ankle again.

Wonka pulled away from the kiss and looked at him, concerned, after Charlie gasped in pain. "You okay?"

"My ankle - I've forgotten again," Charlie informed him. Longing for Wonka's lips on his again, he pulled his partner into another kiss. He let it linger and then nuzzled Wonka's nose as he felt the chocolatier's warm breath on his mouth.

"We should get you out of here and cleaned up," Wonka said, "before you hurt your ankle even more. I'm supposed to protect you."

"You're doing an amazing job," Charlie reassured him.

Wonka flushed a deep crimson. "You're just saying that."

"I'm not." Charlie brought him into a slow, deep kiss. Wonka then picked him up and carried him out of the river, towards the room they now shared.

AN: Hope you guys liked this chapter! I've been trying to update once a day, so I'll probably update tomorrow. If not, I've been pretty busy with school, friends, etc., so I might not. Please review and let me know what you think so far :) and also if you have any ideas for this story, I would be willing to consider including them since I'm basically out of ideas.