Charlie Bucket was now his in possession, and he'd cherish him forever, and, with Wonka, there literally was forever. Something not many people knew was that Wonka was decades older than they thought, and he'd stopped aging long ago. Candy was his life both figuratively and substantially, he'd found a way to harness immortality and youth within his confections, but only he was allowed to benefit from the discovery. He figured since he brought such joy to others with his creations that he deserved to live for eternity, that it was his right, and that he had a duty to continue his work. And with his new possession, like someone who had just received a birthday present and wanted to play with it right away, the chocolatier wanted to unwrap the young boy and find out everything there was to discover about him. But at the same time he was nervous, he'd never gotten close to someone, physically or emotionally, and he wasn't quite sure just how intimate he wanted to be; if he could push the boundaries of chocolate making then possibly he could push his own personal limits. They had both dried off and Wonka had taken Charlie by the hand and lead him from the room, intending to take him to his private quarters since he had yet to make a separate room for whoever was to be the winner; maybe that was partially because he suspected he wouldn't have even chosen one. And now he didn't think he'd even end up making a separate room, not with how things played out and with his unexpected developing feelings. Charlie was nervous too, he'd been ripped from his family, which he didn't necessarily think he'd miss that much, and thrust into a strange fantasy world; and not only that but he was with a man he admired, a man he looked up to and who inspired him, and a man that he now had an immense crush on. His adoration for mister Wonka was immeasurable.

Charlie was dazzled by every room they passed, every sculpture, every machine, and he couldn't wait to see where they'd end up. His small hand tightened within Wonka's larger one, a simple show of affection that he wasn't even aware of, and it made Wonka's stomach coil, a corner of his mouth lifting just slightly, it felt nice. The little boy looked up at the tall man as they walked, tilting his head curiously with a sweet smile, "Thank you," he said shyly; a hint of pink appearing on his cheeks, "I always dreamed I would be this happy, I didn't think it could come true."

Wonka couldn't help but to smile brightly as butterflies swam in his chest, he was pleased beyond words to know that his Charlie was so happy, "Dreams always come true!" he said cheerily. Even the bad ones, he thought, but he left that to himself, only letting it make him frown for a split second. They were nearing his bedroom and excitement began to replace his nervousness as he took longer strides, causing Charlie to have to really make an effort to keep up with him. Wonka's excitement was contagious and Charlie's nervousness quickly began to dissipate as well as they grew closer to a very large, dark red door. The young boy's heart began to beat ten times faster, adrenaline pumping through him as he watched the man reach out to turn the doorknob; his small hand tightened fully within the larger one as he held his breath, waiting for the door to open. As soon as he was able to move through the doorway he did, absentmindedly unclasping his hand from Wonka's. The view of the room before him was so breathtaking that he had completely forgotten whatever it was he was feeling seconds before, now he was in awe of his surroundings, taking a mental picture of every single piece of furniture and every bit of decor. Everything was darkly colored as opposed to the rest of the factory; while out there everything was bright and cheery, in here it was dim and relaxing. The walls held candlelit sconces, the flames creating a warm and soothing atmosphere. The whole room had a very Victorian feel to it but you could clearly see that every little thing had Wonka's unique touch added to it; the deep purples, the over-the-top embroidery, the extremities of everything in general. Charlie wanted to run around and explore but he didn't dare touch anything without being given permission.

"Wow…"

It was all he could breathe out.

The chocolatier kept his eyes on Charlie as the boy looked on in amazement; to him his room was nothing special, just a small space with a fireplace, a couple bookshelves and chairs, a writing desk, and a bed, but he could tell that to Charlie it was just as extraordinary as the rest of his home, and that sent a flutter of delight through him. Without diverting his attention from his young friend he gently closed the door behind him, locking it as discreetly as possible, wanting to feel secure and truly alone with the boy but not wanting to unnerve him, and slowly moved toward his companion. He wanted to speak, say anything, but he just couldn't get any words out, his voice was lost. He realized he was shaking. And then Charlie suddenly looked up at him with the sweetest smile and his heart skipped a beat, but he still couldn't say anything, all he could do was force a pathetic smile in return.

Charlie noticed the smile was fake and his own fell away as he brought a hand up to rub at his opposite arm nervously, he was still happy, he just didn't quite know what to do. He began to feel his body heating up from the closeness and the awkward tension, his cheeks going red as he stared at the floor. Needing to come up with a distraction his gaze shot back to the desk, a soft question leaving his lips, "What's in there?"

Wonka instantly knew what he was referring to, the locked drawer. If it were anyone else he would have ignored the question, but his world was now Charlie's, and he was thankful for the diversion. His whole demeanor changed within the blink of an eye, his jovial façade appearing once again, and he moved past Charlie to the desk, reaching inside his jacket to retrieve a key. "In here, my dear boy, is something very special. Without it I wouldn't be here right now." Charlie was baffled as to what that meant, but he supposed he didn't have to know, he was just curious to see what it was. Wonka had unlocked the drawer and was now opening it and Charlie took a few steps closer, standing as tall as he could and peering over the man's arm as he lifted from it a round box. The box was gorgeous, deep green with golden engravings, and Charlie was excited to see inside it. "No one else in the world is allowed to see this, only you," the giddy man warned as he slowly undid the clasp, almost hesitantly. The boy nodded his understanding, biting his lip in anticipation.

The box was finally open and Charlie moved even closer, an expectant expression on his face, which quickly turned into one of confusion. At first he couldn't see anything, just a mass of glittering darkness, but then he squinted and let his eyes adjust and found that it was actually full of tiny sparkling black spheres, like beads. "Oh…" was his automatic declaration, "What are they?" Wonka didn't exactly know how to explain his immortality just yet, so he decided on just showing him that they were edible. With a cheeky smile he daintily reached into the box and took one small sphere between his thumb and forefinger and went to bring it up to his mouth, his eyes shining with glee as he kept them kept them glued to the boy. But just as his fingertips reached his lips Charlie called out, "Wait!" causing the chocolatier to jump and let his hand fall; what on Earth was that for, he thought. He watched with slightly widened eyes, his bewilderment clear on his features, as Charlie reached out and wordlessly took the edible bead from him; there was no explanation as the boy proceeded to climb onto the desk chair. Standing on the piece of furniture Charlie turned to face Wonka, now practically the same height as the man, and looked him dead in the eye as he lifted the bead to his own mouth, placing it carefully between his lips. A pang of panic shot through Wonka, thinking Charlie was going to eat it; since no one besides him had ever consumed his life prolonging candies he didn't know how it would affect the young boy. But before he could even begin to stop him Charlie's hands were on either side of his face, pulling him closer. The boy's stomach was churning at the concept of what he was doing but he was so intent on his actions that he wasn't going to let that prevent him from following through. As soon as their lips connected Charlie pushed the bead from his mouth into Wonka's with his tongue, transferring it like the man had done with the soda.

Being completely caught off guard by the kiss Wonka didn't respond right away, but his body did; sparks of arousal shot down his spine, his insides flushing with heat. He'd never been kissed before, being kissed was a lot different than kissing someone. This must have been how Charlie felt when he kissed him, and the thought of Charlie experiencing these feelings caused his body to react even more. His tongue barely grazed the boy's, tasting him just briefly, he knew now that he would never be able to get enough of that taste. His body was shaking again as he brought his hands up to rest on the boy's hips. The kiss seemed to last for minutes when in reality he pulled away slightly after mere seconds in order to swallow the pill, his eyes closed and his fingers tensing around Charlie's hips; he shuddered as a moan left his parted lips. He was craving more. A lot more. Opening his eyes he could see that Charlie's were still closed and his cheeks were the reddest they've ever been, it made him want to kiss him all over again. A few seconds too long passed and, growing impatient, Charlie began to wrap his arms around Wonka's neck, desperately pulling him closer, letting out a whine. Wonka's eyes closed again as he stepped forward as much as he could, his face falling into the crook of Charlie's neck and his lips brushing lightly against the skin there. He felt the boy shiver. Oh, he wanted this, he could hardly stand how much he wanted this. He had known about arousal, but he didn't know it could be so intense, he was so, achingly hard. He wondered if Charlie was too. Not wanting to pull away to look he had to find out another way, so he let one of his hands slowly travel across the boy's hip, his heart pounding nervously within his chest, and once it reached the boy's abdomen he began to inch his fingers closer to the area. When his fingertips brushed along the top of Charlie's crotch the boy's legs began to shake in reaction, causing the chair to wobble. Wonka quickly wrapped his arm around him, keeping him from falling, supporting the young boy by placing his hand on his back. He froze for a moment before allowing his fingers to continue their exploration.

Charlie was indeed very hard, and when Wonka finally pressed his palm against him he tightened his arms around the man's neck and whimpered. Charlie didn't really know what was going on, all he knew was that he had wanted to kiss the chocolatier, and that it had made him feel all tingly, and now he wanted him to keep touching him, especially there. It was confusing, he felt like he was going to pass out, he could barely breathe, but it felt so good. Wonka's hand started to move, carefully and gently, up and down, and Charlie gasped for air as he felt his body react more and more with every stroke. He heard Wonka moan before the man began to press his hand harder against his crotch, the movements becoming a bit faster. The sensations grew so overwhelming that he wanted to say something, he wanted to yell out a word, any word, but he couldn't think of one, so all that came out were sounds, random, frenzied sounds, his fingers yanking at the back of the man's collar. Wonka couldn't neglect himself any longer and pushed his hips forward so that his erection collided with the back of his hand, his knuckles stimulating him as his palm worked on Charlie. He moaned again, louder. By now the sensations were growing so intense that Charlie started to wiggle his hips, he didn't know why, he just couldn't keep still. Wonka was quickly nearing his release but he had to wait until Charlie was finished before letting himself go, so he intensified his efforts, panting heavily, causing the boy to whimper even more. Soon it all became too much for Charlie, his body was tensing, his insides felt like they were burning up, and his head felt like it was going to explode, he had to call out, he had to say something, and all he could think of was Wonka's name. His body shook violently as the chocolatier's name left him, sounding almost like a frightened and confused exclamation, like a lost child crying out. Wonka came right after, resisting the urge to do something that might hurt the boy, like biting him; so, turning his face away as much as he could he rode out his orgasm, moaning incoherently, holding on tightly to Charlie.

Once his body calmed down enough for him to think clearly again he was instantly concerned for Charlie, hoping that he was ok and that he hadn't hurt him or scared him in any way; he could feel the young boy's body limp against his. Holding Charlie up so he didn't fall he carefully leaned back so he could look him over, the boy's eyes were barely open, he looked exhausted. Wonka gave him a gentle kiss to the cheek in a silent way to see if he was alright. Charlie came to just enough to smile lazily, making a pleasant humming sound and pulling the chocolatier closer again. Ok, he was fine, and Wonka was able to relax. He lifted the boy off of the chair, wrapping his arms securely around him, and turned to walk to his bed. Reaching it he set Charlie down on the mattress before laying himself down next to him. He was still nervous, but not as nervous, he knew he'd get used to these feelings and his new found passion for the boy, and, most of all, he knew they'd live happily together.

Yes, he was going to cherish Charlie forever.