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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Charlie_and_the_Chocolate_Factory_(2005)
  Relationship:
      Charlie_Bucket/Willy_Wonka
  Character:
      Charlie_Bucket, Willy_Wonka, Mrs._Bucket_(mentioned)
  Additional Tags:
      Charlie_is_14, Consensual_Underage_Sex, Willy_hates_himself_for_this, God
      why_did_I_write_this!?, If_this_disturbs_you_do_not_read, Frottage, Title
      is_funny_not_the_story
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      Published: 2018-02-20 Updated: 2018-03-12 Chapters: 5/? Words: 2678
****** Come with me, and I'll be, in a world of pure incarceration ******
by Lady_Nathair
Summary
     WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content involving a
     miner and a man that is most diffidently not one. If this bothers you
     please move along. After all, there are so little other fics to read
     and so much time to read them in. Wait. Scratch that. Reverse it.
Notes
     Hey just so you guys know I do not condone this act, but my twisted
     mind made up this story and I figured I may as well share it. Hope
     you enjoy it if not, well, that happens.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Charlie and Mr. Wonka were in the inventing room working on a new candy that
would make the consumer turn temporarily invisible, but they were having a
problem figuring out the right combination of ingredients to make the oompa
loompas that were testing it, turn completely invisible. They all sort of ended
up sort of opaque or if they did turn invisible it would not reach their hair.
Charlie was having a hard time concentrating, however. He had been more
distracted lately and he had struggled with the reason behind this lack of
concentration when it first discovered it. Mr. Wonka was indeed a very
distracting man. When Charlie first came to the factory, his chest would
flutter every time the man looked at him or gave him praise. And at first,
Charlie just attributed it to being star struck, but over the last three years
as Charlie got older, he noticed that that fluttering sensation only
intensified and had migrated to his pants. He would get a dizzying sense of
elation and arousal every time the boy managed to impress his mentor. And it
was even stronger whenever they were in close proximity which was fairly often
especially when working on inventions where they both needed to be able to work
together on an equation for finding the correct ratio. Despite this, Mr. Wonka
was still not quite comfortable with touching others but he had warmed up a
bit. They had shared a handful of embraces over the years, usually after a
particularly hard task was completed when Mr. Wonka was too excited to care
about his usual discomfort.
Charlie found himself staring at the chocolatier who was a slight distance
away, bent over his work, pouring one colorful liquid into another and taking
note of the reaction. He couldn’t help but appreciate his mentor’s figure. He
was dressed as well as ever, wearing a deep purple velvet jacket and white
shirt underneath with black trousers that perfectly accentuated his legs and
backside. The man was slim and tall with face as white and smooth as porcelain,
jutting cheek bones and lips a beautiful shade of red, no doubt permanently
stained that way from excessive amounts of lollipops. Charlie often imagined
what it would feel like to kiss those lips of have them wrapped around
his…’No.’ Charlie thought to himself ‘I can’t be thinking about that right
now.’ His pants were already slightly uncomfortable from how close the
confectioner was to him. Charlie took a deep breath to try and calm himself but
it only served to make it worse. He inhaled the sweet aroma of melted chocolate
and cinnamon that was his mentor and Charlie had to repress a shudder as his
pants became tighter.
When Mr. Wonka got up to try yet another one of the orange colored chews on a
slightly nervous looking oompa loompa, Charlie turned his attention away from
his thoughts to watch. The oompa loompa took the candy and chewed it gingerly.
His hands and feet started to disappear completely followed closely by the rest
of his body. The oompa loompa was completely invisible! Mr. Wonka let out a
shout of joy and Charlie jumped up from his seat with a wide smile.
“Ha-ha! It worked!” Wonka exclaimed skipping over to Charlie with a large grin
on his face and he pulled Charlie into a tight celebratory embrace. Charlie
returned the hug with great pleasure but his mentor suddenly when stiff and
pulled back rather quickly. The smile had gone from his face and the
chocolatier’s expression was blank, unreadable. Charlie was confused for a
moment before he realized what had happened. Charlie’s thoughts from earlier
were still causing him quite a bit of tightness in his pants and he had just
pressed the culprit of said tightness into the thigh of his benefactor.
Mr. Wonka was now a few steps away with a light pink blush on his cheeks. “O-
okay then!..” the chocolatier stammered in a falsely cheery voice “I-I’ll
just...uh..” then he turned and walked quickly out of the inventing room.
Chapter End Notes
     I guess I don't really know how well this will work as a chaptered
     story. I had originally wrote it as a one shot but I need to do some
     more editing and it will take a few days for me to get it all up so I
     decided I will split it into chapters. Some will be very short like
     this and some will be longer until I run out of story I guess. Expect
     updates fairly frequently as I have the story mostly written.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Another short little chapter as another piece of the story.
Willy Wonka walked as fast as he could towards the glass elevator and once
inside, jabbed the button to his personal quarters with his cane multiple
times. Once safely in his room, he sat down on his bed and let himself process
what just happened. ‘Had he felt what he thought he felt?’ He thinks ‘Yes. Most
definitely’ He decides after remembering the look of intense guilt that
shadowed the boy’s face after Willy had pulled away. ‘Maybe he had been a
little over dramatic’ the man thought suddenly feeling more than a little
guilty. His heir probably feels horrible thinking he had made the chocolatier
uncomfortable, which, to be honest, was slightly true, but not the sort of
uncomfortable that Charlie was most likely imagining.
Willy would be lying if he said he felt nothing for his heir. He had grown to
love him a great deal in the last three years and he was perfectly willing to
admit that. It was just the other feelings he had towards the child that
disturbed him deeply. As the boy got older, Wonka had noticed himself looking
at and thinking of Charlie in a way no one his age should be thinking about or
looking at a 14 year old.
Charlie was developing into a very attractive young man. A few years of proper
nutrition and adequate warmth had done him well. But Willy knew that these
thoughts were wrong and that he could never act on his urges with a clear
conscience. Willy rubbed his hands over his face and up through his hair,
dislodging his top hat, and sighed. The boy drove him wild and feeling what he
did today only intensified his urges. He knew the reason for the child’s
reaction was most likely an uncontrollable result of the hormonal changes that
his heir was going through at this point in his life and that only made Wonka
feel worse about his reaction to the accident.
Mr. Wonka fell back on his bed and turned to his side pulling his knees to his
chest. ‘He had had to get out of there’ he reasoned with himself. If he had
stayed, there was no telling if he would have been able to stop himself from
touching the boy in a most immoral way. ‘You are a repulsive, sick twisted old
man! You are a vile human being and deserve nothing but death.’ He screams at
himself internally as a tear slips out of his tightly closed eyes. “Maybe I had
better stay away from him for a while.” He muttered aloud to himself as if to
solidify the action.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry that it is so short, its hard to find a good place to stop.
Charlie was sitting by the chocolate river, idly shredding some swudge. He
couldn’t stop replaying what had happened only an hour ago in the inventing
room. He really hooped that he wouldn’t have to talk to the confectioner again
today or maybe even for a few days. He was absolutely mortified. But what was
worse was that Charlie was now positive that Mr. Wonka didn’t return his
feelings. He had held onto a small amount of hope that came from the way he
would sometimes catch his mentor staring at him with a strange look in his eye.
Almost like hunger, but softer, deeper. He decided sadly that he must have just
imagined it as he got up and trudged slowly back to the dilapidated shack that
was his family home.
Mr. Wonka didn’t show up for dinner that evening and though his presence was
missed, Charlie was grateful he didn’t have to be near him quite so soon. But
after about a week of the man’s complete absence from all his usual spots,
Charlie began to miss his benefactor. The boy was now, more than willing to
endure a bit of awkwardness than to continue spending his days without the
beloved chocolatier.
So after breakfast the next morning, Charlie said goodbye to his family and
went out in search for Mr. Wonka. He asked an oompa loompa, who was passing by
with a rather large basket of freshly picked candy apples, if he knew where
Wonka might be. The oompa loompa nodded with a blank expression on his face and
Charlie bent down to listen to him. He said that the candyman was in his
office. Charlie thanked him and was rewarded with their customary salute that
Charlie returned gratefully before heading to the great glass elevator.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Summary
     Little bit longer today, sorry about the wait I was very busy with
     classes (I have a heavy course load this semester thank god its my
     last one in this program) but now I am on spring break so I will
     hopfully get a couple chapters up this week. I had a hard time
     finding where to cut this one off sorry if it seems like a random
     place, it kinda was. You shouldn't have to wait long for the next
     chapter though so that should make up for it. Alright enough
     rambling, enjoy!
Charlie knocked timidly on the large wooden doors that led to Mr. Wonka’s
office. A muffled ‘come in’ came from inside and Charlie pushed open the door
just enough for him to slip inside.
Mr. Wonka’s office is a large room with mauve colored walls with dark wooden
floors and a large oriental rug, but that is where the semi normality of this
room stopped. There were huge windows made out of hard colored candy to look
like stained glass and half a grandfather clock in the corner. He has two large
fluffy chairs that seem to be made of cotton candy in front of a fire place and
Mr. Wonka’s great wooden desk was cut in half as well and is somehow balancing
on only two legs.
The chocolatier was seated behind his desk scribbling away on a tall stack of
paperwork but looked up as Charlie approached him.
“Charlie!” Mr. Wonka greeted joyfully but when Charlie could tell something was
off about his mentor. It was like he was scared. Charlie noticed how tired he
looked, like he hadn’t been sleeping well. His clothes were less of his usual
flamboyance as he was only wearing a paisley button down and black slacks and
his top hat was nowhere to be found.
“Hi Mr. Wonka, What are you working on?” Charlie asked leaning over the desk to
see.
“Oh just finishing up some record keeping. Boring stuff really.” The
confectioner replied sitting back in his chair but pushing the form he was
working on closer to Charlie so he could see. “What brings you up here?” The
nervous tone in the older man was becoming more obvious.
“I missed you.” Charlie answered honestly, not quite meeting his benefactor’s
eyes. “I haven’t seen you in days.”
“Oh Charlie, I am sorry I haven’t been around lately but I have been
very…busy.” Wonka replied only partly lying. He had been busy catching up with
a lot of paperwork even if he wasn’t required to fill them out personally and
the oompa loompas were more than happy to fill them out for him, but paperwork
provided a nice excuse for not having to interact with the bucket child.
“You’ve been avoiding me.” Charlie said sadly and slightly accusing. But before
Mr. Wonka could deny anything Charlie went on “I know I made you uncomfortable
the other day in the inventing room and-and I’m really sorry! I didn’t mean for
you to.. to have to…feel that.” A bright red blush had risen to Charlies
usually rather pale cheeks while saying the last bit and he looked down at his
shoes to try and hide it.
“My dear boy,” Mr. Wonka said softly, standing and coming around the desk to
sit on the other side of it facing Charlie. Charlie stepped inched forward so
he was only about a foot or so away from the chocolatier. Mr. Wonka continued,
“Charlie, you didn’t make me uncomfortable.” He looked down at his lap then
added quietly “Not negatively at least.”
Charlie was confused “What do you mean Mr. Wonka?” He asked trying to meet his
mentor’s eyes.
“I mean,” Wonka replies glancing at Charlie “I liked it.” He mumbled (quite out
of character from a man so against the bad habit) “You didn’t make me
uncomfortable in the way you are thinking because I liked it. But I know that
it’s wrong of me so I had to leave.”
Charlie was stunned. He was completely speechless. Wonka misinterpreted his
silence and continued with a voice that came out very fast and high pitched
with panic. “I-I-I know that makes me a bad person Charlie. I know I am a sick,
disgusting old man for this and- and … if you want to leave…” A tear fell from
his eye and his voice cracked “you can.”
Charlie was still silent, processing the information, but as Willy began to get
up, Charlie grabbed his arm. “No, stay.” Charlie said, staring intently at his
crying mentor.
Mr. Wonka swallowed roughly but stayed seated. Charlie moved closer still to
the older man, hand still on his upper arm.
“I would never leave you Mr. Wonka. Ever. I-I love you. I love everything about
you and I love this factory. I will never leave. Besides, I-I liked the, uh,
hug, too. A lot.” Charlie said softly then cautiously reached up to wipe away a
tear from the chocolatier’s face, letting his hand linger and gently cup his
cheek.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Summary
     There is a POV change signified by a --- the next chapter will be
     back in Charlie's POV.
     I hope to get the next chapter out soon, I think that will be the
     last one but who knows? I had to rewite the whole ending.
     Thank you for your comments it really helps with motivation.
 
Mr. Wonka stayed still but leaned ever so slightly into his heir’s hand and
closed his eyes. Charlie leaned in and tilted his head up and planted a gentle
kiss to the man’s lips. The chocolatier jerked at the unexpected touch and
stood quickly backing away to sit on the couch, and buried his face in his
hands.
 
Charlie was confused. ‘If Mr. Wonka was attracted to him and he felt the same
way, why was Mr. Wonka seemingly so upset by his kiss?’
 
Charlie walked over and sat next to Mr. Wonka, careful not to touch him but
close enough that the slightest twitch would create contact. He was thinking
about what to say or whether to say anything at all but was interrupted by a
soft hiccupping sob. Mr. Wonka sat upright, uncovering his face. Tears were
flowing freely from his eyes. 
 
“Charlie.. we can’t do this, its- its wrong. Illegal even. It can’t happen. I
shouldn’t have said anything..” Wonka said voice hoarse with emotion.
 
Charlie placed his hand on his mentor’s shoulder “But-“
 
Mr. Wonka looked at his sadly and removed his hand shaking his head. The
chocolatier made to leave again but Charlie stopped him more urgently this
time, grabbing his hand and upper arm, holding him firmly.
 
“But, I love you!” Charlie insisted starting to cry himself, “Don’t you love
me?”
 
“Of course I do Charlie but-“ the older man started but was interrupted
 
“Then how is that wrong!” the boy yelled causing the man under his grasp to
jump “How is it wrong?” he repeated “I love you and you love me back. We both
want this. Besides, no one has to find out if that’s what you are worried
about. Just please Mr. Wonka, be with me! I want you. I need you.. please.”
 
---
Mr. Wonka’s face shone a miserable confliction. Of course he loved the boy, how
cold he even suggest otherwise? He loved him more than life, nothing came
before Charlie, not even chocolate.
 
“..please.” The boy was begging him, what was he to do? He hated being the
reason for his heir’s anguish.
 
“No one would have to know,” he had said and to that something in the back of
his mind lit up with possibility.
 
‘Maybe it could work. Maybe it would be alright?’ He thought to himself deeply
considering just giving in to desire.
 
‘But what if he decides he no longer wants this and tells his parents? What
will happen then? I will be arrested and the factory will be shut down, ruining
both our lives.’ He argued with himself.
 
‘That’s just a risk you will have to take. Besides, where would you be now if
you had never taken a risk? Certainly not here in this factory. Take the risk.
If it all goes sour you’ll figure something out, you always do.’
 
Willy inhaled a shaky breath and ran a hand through already slightly frazzled
hair. He turned suddenly and cupped the boy’s face in his hands and surged
forward, pressing his mouth against his.
End Notes
     I guess I don't really know how well this will work as a chaptered
     story. I had originally wrote it as a one shot but I need to do some
     more editing and it will take a few days for me to get it all up so I
     decided I will split it into chapters. Some will be very short like
     this and some will be longer until I run out of story I guess. Expect
     updates fairly frequently as I have the story mostly written.
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