AN: Hello lovely's. I'm re-writing this story. and your first re-write is this! hah! I like it now. It's not as... corny as the first chapter that used to be here. So I guess that must mean I'm growing up. lol. I don't wanna grow up! whaa...

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Charlie was grinning as he walked down one of the long pink corridors. While he didn't always have an easy time finding his way along the huge chocolate factory, there was one room he figured he could find with his eyes closed.

The inventing room was the one room in the factory that Mr. Wonka hardly let anyone go into. Not even the Oompa-Loompas were aloud in there. Charlie always felt delighted when he realized that he was one of the few people allowed to go in and see the sights and taste the different things that his favorite person in the whole world had come up with.

But as he approached the doorway he stopped walking. The reason for his sudden stop was the sound of two voices talking. One of them was Mr. Wonka, the other was his father.

"Mr. Wonka, I've done my best to ignore things up until now. But I demand to know what you're doing with my son." Mr. Bucket said, an angry lute to his voice. "Because if you dare hurt him-"

"Sir I assure you, I have never thought of harming your son!" Mr. Wonka said, there was a tired tone to his voice.

Charlie's eyes widened and he pressed himself against the wall, praying that he couldn't be seen from the two men inside the room. For some strange reason his heart was pounding in his chest and suddenly he was very, very afraid.

"Mr. Wonka, as I'm sure you know, there are many ways to harm a child; You love Charlie?" Mr. Bucket asked.

"Yes, I love him," Mr. Wonka answered, a hint of unease in his voice.

"How do you love him? As a parent or as a lover?" Mr. Bucket asked sharply.

"Sir…" Mr. Wonka hissed through gritted teeth.

"I see it when you look at him," Came Mr. Bucket's voice again.

Charlie had heard enough; he remembered Mr. Wonka's words about his parents taking him away if they found out he loved Mr. Wonka. "Daddy!" Charlie said running into the room, "Please don't be mad at Mr. Wonka, I love him too!" Charlie cried. He looked to the handsome Chocolate maker who was leaning against his desk looking like he was in pain.

"Charlie, perhaps this isn't a suitable conversation for you." Mr. Wonka whispered closing his eyes, he looked like he was on the verge of tears.

Charlie chewed the inside of his lip. "But you said you…" he turned on his heels and ran out of the room. Feeling like his whole world was falling out from underneath him.

Willy stood there as the child ran off feeling as if his heart were breaking in two. 'Oh Charlie I never wanted too hurt you. You just make me love you too much.' he thought.

Mr. Bucket sighed as he looked at the other man, "You love him? Than go after him," He said softly.

Willy looked at the man in surprise. "Sir… I thought," He said in surprise, looking at the older man.

"Mr. Wonka I trust you not to hurt my son. I see you love him, and he loves you dearly. If you don't go after him than I'll count that as hurting him. Now go!" Mr. Bucket snapped.

Willy nodded and headed out of the room, He knew were Charlie went when he was angry. He stepped into the glass elevator and pressed a button. Leaning back against the glass wall he closed his eyes. 'Charlie,' His own feels were so confusing. He did love Charlie, but some of the things the boy did reminded Willy of the fact that Charlie was still a child, he really didn't understand the things that adults had to do.

The elevator stopped and Willy stepped out into a room that was full of what looked like snow but was really powdered sugar. "Charlie?" He called out; even though the boy didn't answer he knew where he was because of the soft sobbing sound.

"Charlie," He whispered kneeling down next to the boy, Charlie was covered in sugar other than the trails of tear lines down his face.

"Leave me alone," The boy said, wrapping his arms around himself and drawing away from the man.

Willy closed his eyes and sighed. "Charlie, I'm sorry, I know I treated you like a child, Your father was angry at me and I didn't want you to hear what he…"

"Is he making me leave?" Charlie asked looking up at the man,

Willy sighed and sat down, "I don't know Charlie, I hope not. The factory would be a very sad place with out you here, my dear." He said brushing a falling tear off the boy's face.

"I don't want to leave you, Mr. Wonka," Charlie said throwing himself into the man's arms.

Willy flinched as he looked down at the boy but forced a small laugh, "I know Charlie, I don't want you to go either because I love you," He said kissing the top of Charlie's head.

Charlie smiled as he wrapped his arms around the man's warm body. "I love you too Mr. Wonka," Charlie said looking up at the handsome chocolate maker. He smiled softly and touched the soft pale skin on the man's face; he laid his hand there and smiled.

Willy smiled as he pulled the boy closer too him, He leaned forward a pressed his lips to the boy's cheek, Charlie tasted of powdered sugar.

Charlie smiled and wrapped his arms around Mr. Wonka's neck. He really did love the beautiful chocolate maker more than anyone in the whole world.

Willy looked at the boy who had laid his head against Willy's chest. "Charlie why do you love me?" He asked.

Charlie looked up at the man and smiled. "I love you because I feel safe with you and you're very pretty," the boy said, smiling shyly, "I love you more than anyone in the whole world,"

Willy smiled at the boy as he fought the laugh that had bubbled up in his chest. "I'm pretty am I?" He asked with a smile.

Charlie grinned at the man, "Yes you're very pretty and I like that!" The boy laughed as he snuggled into the man's chest.

"You're very cute Charlie my dear," Willy laughed pulling the boy closer and kissing the top of his head.

"Mr. Wonka, how much do you love me? Is it like my Mom loves my dad?" Charlie asked looking up at the man with a wicked gleam in his eyes

Willy blinked at the boy, "What do you mean Charlie? I love with all my heart," for some odd reason Willy knew that Charlie was asking for more than just an answer about how much he loved him.

"Mr. Wonka can I sleep in your room," Charlie said a smirk sliding over his lips.

Willy raised an eyebrow at the boy's question. "Why would you want to do that?" He asked.

"Well if you love me, I should be able to sleep in your room, My Mom and Dad share a room, so I should be able to sleep in your room," Charlie said a wicked grin coming to his lips.

Willy looked at the boy in his arms and laughed. "I don't know Charlie, your mom and dad are married, we're not," He said shaking with laughter at how odd Charlie had become in just a few short minutes.

Charlie laughed, "Okay, will you marry me than?"

Willy blinked at the boy and gave up, he started to laugh as he held Charlie tightly too him, "I'm sorry Charlie but I don't think your mom and Dad would like that very much," He laughed.

"I know, but can I please stay in your room, I'll ask my Dad if it's okay and if he says yes?" Charlie asked hope shinning in his eyes.

Willy sighed and pressed a kiss to the boy's head. "If your father says it's okay than by all means." He said smiling at the delight on the boy's face.

Charlie pulled himself out of the man's warm arms and stood up, "I'll go ask him!" He said grinning like a fool. He started to walk away but stopped and looked back at the man sitting in the sugar. He raced back to the man and pressed a kiss to the startled man's lips.

"I love you!" Charlie said softly before racing out of the room.

Willy touched his lips and smiled. "I love you too my dear, I really do,"

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Later that Night, Charlie lay warm in Mr. Wonka's bed, covered by soft black blankets. Mr. Wonka was reading a book. Charlie couldn't help but just watch the man he was just so beautiful.

"Charlie, you really should try to sleep," Mr. Wonka said smiling at the boy.

Willy found the boy very cute, "You'll be falling asleep as I show you around the rest of the factory tomorrow," He said with grinning at the boy.

Charlie grinned at the man, "But I can't sleep,"

Willy looked at the boy and smiled, "and why is that?" he asked.

"Because," Charlie said, "You haven't given me a kiss good night,"

Willy laughed lightly looking at the boy, "Well, how very rude of me!" He said as he leaned over and brushed the boys lips with his own.

"I forgive you!" Charlie said as he wrapped his arms around the man's waist.

Willy set the book on the table and turned the light off, he wrapped his arms around the boy and sighed into the boy's hair. "I love you, my dear boy," He said closing his eyes.

"I love you too, Mr. Wonka," Charlie said fighting a yawn.

"Goodnight," Willy said as he felt sleep wash over him.

"Night," Charlie yawned.

Willy opened his eyes and looked at the boy in his arms. 'To cute' he thought as he brushed a kiss across the boy's lips.

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