A/N-Thanks for the reviews. I'm glad you are enjoying the twists and turns so far. Now we have a little bit of smut and then more info on Greg's family history.


When Nick woke up later on that evening, he felt a weight on his chest. He looked down to see the closely shaved head of Greg on his chest. Greg's arm was flung across his chest also. He did not even remember him rolling over onto him. He guessed he was more tired than he thought.

Suddenly the big brown eyes were staring at him. "You're awake?" he asked him.

"Yeah, I've been awake for a few minutes now. Hope I did not wake you," Greg smiled at him.

Nick placed his hand on the back of Greg's neck and started rubbing it. "No, I'm just surprised to see you on top of me."

Greg ran his finger over Nick's left nipple, feeling a sharp intake of breath from the body under him. "Well, I felt like giving you a nice little wake up," he grinned mischievously at him. He then turned his head down and fixed his mouth on the nearest nipple, smiling to himself when he heard Nick groan.

"Uhhhh, don't you think we should talk about what happened earlier," Nick asked through teeth gritted in pleasure.

"Hmm…later," his lover said as his mouth worked on to the other nipple. His hand was busy searching for the treasure under the waistband of Nick's shorts.

"Ah…Greg," Nick breathed heavily as the treasure was found and his lover took hold of it.

Greg was suddenly shifting his whole body over Nick's, his mouth finding his way down his tight abs. Nick was arching into his hand as it worked over the leaking tip. When the contact left him, he felt disappointed but seconds later his shorts were pulled down and the incredible wet mouth engulfed him. He arched into the eager mouth.

"Damn Greg, please." He looked down and saw the mischievous glint in those eyes he could drown in. He was surprised Greg had the energy to do this but he was also plenty grateful. He placed his hand on the back of Greg's head and helped him keep the rhythm.

He knew he was close when he felt teeth just lightly graze his cock. "Greg…oh…damn," he moaned loudly as he came in his mouth.

Greg kept his mouth latched on until his cock went limp. He then grinned at him as he climbed back up his body. He kissed Nick so he could taste himself on his lover's tongue.

"Damn Greg. You just passed out earlier today and now you are blowing my brains out. How?" Greg grinned at him. "A damn good blood transfusion and some sleep was all I needed."

Nick wanted to help get Greg off but when he reached down to touch him, he got his hand batted away. "No, no need. I'm not hard," Greg told him. "Medication can do that, but I'm fine with that as long as I can still please you," he said as he stared into the Texan's deep brown eyes.

"Yeah? Okay, if you say so," he frowned, feeling a bit bad.

"I say so. " Greg replied. He rolled onto his back and looked up at the ceiling.

Nick turned on his side and propped his head up on his arm. "So how come you never told me about this inheritance you were supposed to get?"

Greg waved it off. "Why talk about something I did not think I would get?"

"Greg, what kind of inheritance are we talking about here? What did your Grandfather do?" Nick was not going to let it go.

Greg searched the ceiling, feeling awkward being asked about something he had not thought about in years. "He owned a winery among other things," he said quietly.

Nick's eyes widened in surprise. "No wonder you've always liked wine. What other things did he own?"

Greg turned his head to look at his boyfriend. "Why is it important?"

"Because I realized earlier today there is a lot I do not know about your family history," he said as he brushed his hand over Greg's cheek. "I want to know more about you."

Greg conceded. "He owned a development company. He owned several buildings in San Francisco and some in LA too. They are under various names. My dad runs the company now. My Grandfather had hoped I would follow in my dad's footsteps at one point but when my interests ran towards science and not business he gave up on those hopes."

"Did he not endorse you going into the science field then?" Nick asked, so curious about this whole new revelation about Greg's family history.

"No, I mean yes he did support me. He saw how I excelled at chemistry and all things science and could not deny me my calling, as he said. My dad was a little less thrilled because he did not know who the business would be passed onto since I was the only grandchild.

"Before my Grandpa Sanders died, he told my dad not to worry about it. He was sure in time he would find someone suitable to pass the business onto. However he did not want me left out of the family money so he created the inheritance for me to collect when I hit 25. He died shortly after that and my dad came into control over all of that. Once I told him at my college graduation that I was gay, well you know the rest basically. Disowning me also meant taking away the inheritance. Back then he said 'Your Grandfather would not have wanted you to have this is he knew you were gay.' I wrote off the inheritance and everything else having to do with my dad back then. I was just grateful my mom stood by me. At first she was hesitant and that was when I was the most depressed but then she came to side with me and told me she was divorcing my dad and the rest is history."

Nick was truly amazed that he did not know any of this. "So, uh, how much is this inheritance anyway?" he asked him.

Greg looked up again at the ceiling. "I'm not sure how much there is these days. I don't know if my dad dipped into it or not. I always had a feeling he was hoping he might get remarried someday and have another child that would be worthy of the inheritance."

Nick could hear the hurt in his voice. He had no idea how deep down the hurt was that his father caused him emotionally. "He hasn't gotten remarried, has he?"

"Mom says no." He chuckled sadly. "She always prayed he would come around someday. Looks like she might have gotten her wish." He turned on his side to face Nick. His eyes showed the hurt that was also in his voice.

"Do you think he really means it? Do you think he really wants to make things right?" Greg asked him, seeking some sort of reassurance and advice.

Nick shrugged. "Maybe. It took my family sometime to come around. Maybe it took him really hearing that you were sick with the cancer to realize he might lose you, lose that chance to seek forgiveness. Perhaps he had felt guilty all these years about how he treated you but just has not been able to say it."

"They why did he say those things on the phone to me?" Greg was having trouble holding back tears.

"I do not think he was expecting you to answer. I mean it was your mom's cell phone you picked up. You caught him off guard and he…"

"Just said what was truly on his mind," Greg finished for him.

"Greg, he said he was trying. I mean if he is seeing a doctor about his feelings, that says something, doesn't it?" Nick asked. He brushed a tear away from his partner's cheek.

"What if it's just a lie?"

"Why lie about something like that?" Nick countered.

"I dunno. I just hate him," he sighed and closed his eyes in defeat.

Nick wanted him to feel better. He hated seeing him torn up about this. "Was he a good father to you prior to him knowing you were gay?"

Greg gazed at him with his red-rimmed eyes. "I guess so."

"Don't you think he could be that again? That he might remember those times and realize you are still the same person?" Nick said to make him think.

He frowned. "Maybe."

"Maybe," Nick mimicked him. Greg glared at him.

"Come here," Nick offered. Greg scooted closer to him so that he could wrap his arms around him. Greg laid his head in the little crook in Nick's neck.

"I love you, Greg and no matter what happens I will be with you. I just wish all this was not happening all at once. It's not fair. You have so much to deal with just with the cancer alone."

"Knowing you are here with me will get me through all of this," he said. He burrowed his head further to take in Nick's scent.

Nick gasped when he suddenly felt his neck being sucked on. "You little sneak," he laughed and swatted his lover's butt. "Ouch," Greg said as he lifted his head and glared at Nick.

"Come on. Let's get up and get some protein."

"I had my protein a few minutes ago," Greg said, giving him a crooked smirk.

Nick swatted his perfect butt again. "Hey now!" Greg whined.

"You nut. No wonder I love you. I mean real food. Come on, up!"

Greg pouted but got up anyway. He was hungry.

* * *

While they ate, the subject of Greg's father never came up which made him very happy. He wanted to eat in peace before dealing with that situation again.

He moved over to the couch and sat down while Nick helped his mother clean up the dishes. "You know, when you're all better don't think your going to be all pampered like you've been the last two months," Nick said to him.

Greg laughed. "I have no intention of being pampered like that. I know you won't be as nice to me then."

"Nice? I'm always nice to you," Nick scowled. Greg just smirked.

"Greg, have you thought about your father's offer?" His mother asked him, breaking the jovial mood.

He sighed and then asked. "How much do you suppose is in this inheritance these days?"

"Well it should be the full amount unless, well unless he tapped into it, which he could have done," she said.

Nick was dying to know just how much money they were talking about. Greg never looked like he came from money and he never said anything about it.

"Do you think he would have?" Greg asked her.

"I have not heard of him or the companies having financial problems. I made out well enough in the divorce. No, I do not think so." She could see him still contemplating it. "It's rightfully yours. Don't think of it as a gift from your father. It's your right to have it. Your grandfather wanted you to have it. You loved him, didn't you?"

Greg looked surprised at his mother. "Yeah of course I did. I know he loved me too."

She chuckled. "All your grandparents loved you. You were a charmer even back then. Took after your Papa Olaf, you did," she smiled brightly.

"I miss them. I wish they were still with us," he said somberly.

"I know, honey. I miss them too. But I am sure they are looking down on you, protecting you. I'm sure they don't want you to join them so soon, though," she said with a loving smile.

He smiled sadly. "No, I'm sure they don't and I don't have any intentions of joining them soon."

"Well, I for one, am glad to hear that," Nick said as he sat next to him and gave him a warm hug.

They ended up spending the rest of the evening watching movies and playing games. When they ended up back in bed, Nick's curiosity was still getting the best of him. He wrapped his arms around Greg as he lay with his back against Nick's chest.

"So how rich are you going to be if you take your inheritance?" He asked him as he nuzzled his neck.

"What? Do I have to worry about a gold digger boyfriend now?" He chuckled.

"No! No, I am just curious that's all." He heard Greg sigh.

"If I remember correctly Gramps said I would get around ten million dollars."

Nick sprung up. "What? You're joking!"

Greg turned around and looked at his partner's wide eyes. "No, I'm not and listen if I take it no one else can know. I don't want people to treat me differently," he said seriously.

Nick's mouth was hanging open still in disbelief. "My boyfriend is a millionaire."

"See this is why I was perfectly fine not taking it," he moaned and then turned away from him again. "I'm not taking it."

Nick felt bad about how he reacted. He laid his hand on Greg's shoulder. "No, you deserve to have it. You are the only Sanders. Your grandfather wanted you to have it. You're father was wrong in keeping it from you in the first place. It's not going to change you, is it?"

"No, except for not having to worry about bills anymore," he said.

"You can get a bigger place," Nick suggested.

"I thought I was going to move in with you once I was well enough again?"

"Yeah, but my place is still pretty small. We could find a new home together, maybe with a pool," he suggested.

Greg turned his head a bit to look at him. "Look at you spending my money already," he said with a serious tone.

"It's not like that. I was…"

Greg busted out laughing. "I'm just messing with you."

Nick frowned. "What about the money?"
"Uh well no that is true. I mean teasing you about spending it. My money will be your money too," he told him.

"No, you spend it how you want to. And I won't tell anyone. I don't want some psycho going after my millionaire boyfriend anyway," Nick said as he wrapped his arms around him again.

"Good. Just as long as you treat me the same."

"All I want right now if for your cancer to be gone. Nothing else matters but your well-being."

"Yeah, well me too," he replied quietly. That's all he cared about too when it came down to it. He just wanted to feel normal again and not have to worry about his disease.