ASSorted Chocolates & HARD candies

Title: Chemistry

By: IDOL HANDS

Rating: PG

Warnings: age flexible (possible shota)

Disclaimer: The characters are not mine, belonging to Roald Dahl, Tim Burton and Freddie Highmore.

Summary: Old alchemy meets new science, but who is the pupil?

We have a secret, Mr. Wonka and I.

Well of course we’ve got lots of secrets, but this one is different…

There is a sound of quiet suction, as I remove my lips from his. My purpose is the same as any pipe in the factory, to extract sweetness. It’s not the first time, although I remember what he did say to me the first time.

“Why did you do that, Charlie?”

His voice sounded lighter than usual, I guess I really did startle him, even though we’d been sitting there in the dark, together, by ourselves for a while.

“I don’t know.” I answered honestly. Then thought about it. “You said, when you gave me the factory, that I could take anything I wanted.”

His posture had not changed, he hadn’t shifted away but did peer down at me, eyes strangely bright in the night though not strange for Willy Wonka. “Oh. Why did you uh…want…that?”

My teacher and friend had a habit of asking very obvious questions, even though he expected everyone to understand his complicated logic all the time. I was never completely sure if he was being earnest or testing me, but either way it always made me think. “Well, actually, because I also wanted to give it and…kisses have a sort of secret to them like that.”

“Really?” The eyes lit up more, their color the glint at the end of a rainbow. Willy Wonka loved secrets about as much as he loved candy.

“Uh-huh. The funny thing is that when you get them…you also give them.”

He reflected, eyes swinging away then back again, “Then…have I…?”

“Yes sir, I’m afraid you have.” A smile couldn’t resist punctuating my face. Willy Wonka might have had iris irises, but I had dimples as my secret weapon (or so my family would say).

His voice went down a timber; “I believe I’d like to give another then.”

So I proceeded to lay another kiss upon him and he me. And so it goes when we manage to be alone and evening follows.

Tonight he whispered to me, a phrase as delightful as any I’d every heard.

“Teach me more secrets, Charlie.”

For like kisses, as we teach, so do we learn. And like like formulas, if you mix everything just right, give and take in equal measure…

I begin to lean back and he follows my lead.

So do we…

fall…

in…

love.

Author's Notes:

Or into a big vat of chocolate! Careful boys! Ha, ha, ha, ha!

Just a short & sweet post after Pride Weekend. Blessed Be, my dear readers.