WARNINGS: This is total slash, so if you have a problem with it turn back now. AND if you are UNDER 18, naughty, naughty, what the hell are you doing reading this, go watch power-puff girls ;) LOL. Not Beta'ed, WILL have spelling and grammar mistakes. (Please don't complain as I've just warned you.) Male/Male sex. Lots of swearing.
A/N: Sorry this chapters so short.
Title: Care of the song We're Forgive by The Calling. (I know, not very Sons of Anarchy, musically, but it's what I was listening to as I wrote this up and the lyric just spoke to me.)
Tig pushed open the door to his small one bedroom and took a deep breath. The place was silent, as it always was. He rarely stayed there anymore, preferring to crash in his room at the club. Letting the door fall closed behind him Tig headed for the couch, dropping down on it heavily he gave a warily sigh.
Across the room on the mantel piece he stared at two frames. One held a picture of his daughters, taken too many years ago. He should really find time to pay them a visit. He told himself. The other was him and Missy. With a groan Tig got to his feet and walked slowly across the room. Lifting the frame he stared down at the picture. Missy sat proudly next to him, the sun gleaming off her beautiful thick dark coat. Tig swallowed back the pain and turned the frame in his hands, opening the back up to see the other side of the photo. It had been folded to fit the frame. Well, that wasn't the real reason, he could have easily found one to fit. The truth was he didn't want the other half of the picture on show. He just couldn't look at it day after day. Though at the same time, he'd never been able to bring himself to cut him out.
Slowly he pulled the photo from the frame and unfolded it, staring down at the now full formed image; he clenched his teeth painfully together. On the other side of Missy knelt Kozik, a bright goofy smile plastered on his face, his arms stretched over Missy's back to touch Tig's shoulder. A shiver ran through him as the memory of that day slammed into him, knocking the air from his lungs.
Absently placing the frame back on the mantle, Tig headed back to the couch, slouching low against the leather. He stared at the photo, allowing the memory to wash over him. It had been taken the day they'd gotten her. Clay had thought it would be a good idea for the club to have a guard dog and had sent him to see Reynolds, a local dog breeder, to get one. They wanted a mean and dangerous dog, but had ended up with Missy instead.
He'd taken Kozik with him, who was still a prospect at the time. They walked into the kennels, looking over a couple of large vicious beasts, then he'd spotted Missy, laying in a cage near the back, on her own. She'd looked so sad and lonely, the sight had melted Tig's heart instantly. When he'd asked about her, the breeder had shaken his head.
"You don't want that one." Reynolds sighed. "The bitch hasn't got the killer instinct. She'd the runt of the litter. I've tried everything to toughen her up but no dice."
"What you gonna do with her?" Kozik asked, his gaze fixed on the Alsatian.
"Probably put her down. Can't afford to keep her if she ain't gonna make me money. - And no family'll take her now, she'd too old. They only want puppies."
Tig stepped closer to the cage and dropped down, his deep blue eyes softening as they met the black ones. Slowly the dog got to her feet and padded over to him, pressing her nose through the bars. "What's her name?"
"Missy." the man replied with a frown.
Kozik dropping down beside Tig. "I guess she likes you." he murmured to Tig, as Missy pressed further into the bar, pleading for human contact.
Tig reached through and scratched at her ears. "What can I say, she's got taste." he laughed.
Kozik scoffed and reached his hand through, the dog lifting her nose away from Tig to rub her head into the blonds out-stretched hand. "She sure does." He laughed.
"We'll take her." Tig said suddenly, leaping to his feet.
"What?" Reynolds frowned. "You heard me when I said she was useless right? She ain't guard dog material."
Tig's face turned stormy as he met the man's scornful gaze, taking a step forward into the large breeder's personal space, his voice dropping dangerously. "I said, we'll take her."
The man wasn't a fool, he knew you never messed with a son, and you certainly never pissed off their sergeant. Nodding he walked to the cage and unlocked it, handing Kozik a robe before turning back to Tig, who stood holding out the money, half of the agreed price.
While Tig paid Reynolds, Kozik slipped the rope over Missy's head. "I think we'll need to get you a proper lead." he said softly, rubbing at her shiny coat while she brushed herself up against his denim clad thigh in welcome. Something told the blond that she hadn't seen much affection. Moments later Tig was knelt in front of her, his hands on either side of her dark face, ruffling the fur behind her ears. She pushed herself forward and ran her tongue over the man's face, lapping at his cheek and nose. Tig grinned foolishly and Kozik had to laugh at the dopy look on the sergeant's features.
"At least you've finally found someone who'll lick that sorry excuse for a face of their own free will."
Tig glanced up to meet the blonds gaze. "Jealous?" he smirked.
"Desperately." Kozik sighed sarcastically, rolling his eyes. Though there was just a hint of truth in his words, and he pulled his lip between his teeth subconsciously.
Tig pulled away from Missy and snatched the rope from the blond's hand. "Don't worry, you can lick me later." he murmured huskily, winking at the man.
"Oh joy." Kozik groaned miserably, though a wave of excited anticipation rushed through him.
"Let's get you home." Tig preened, ignoring the prospect completely.
"Are you talking to me or her?" Kozik smirked.
Tig shot him a look, that said both and Kozik felt heat clawing up his neck.
Clay hadn't been impressed when they'd arrived back at the club with Missy. She'd looked good at first sight but within seconds of being let out of the van, she was racing around the lot like an excited three year old.
"That's what you got?" Clay asked with a deep frown, his hands resting on his hops as he watched the German Sheppard go crazy. "Did Reynolds fuck you over?"
"No he fucking didn't." Tig said in a low harsh voice. "I chose her." he added defensively.
"What?" Clay's eyes widened. "Why the hell…she's not what we wanted."
Tig watched the dog running around with a smile, as she jumped up at everyone. "I know. That's why she ain't the clubs, she's mine."
Clay turned wide eyes on the sergeant. "Your?"
"Yeah." he held out the envelope with the club money, waiting for Clay to take it, his eyes never leaving Missy. When his hand felt light, he walked away calling the dog over, his friend watching him in disbelief.
He'd spent the rest of the afternoon with Missy, running his fingers through her dark fur, murmuring silly shit so no one but her could hear it, letting her lick his face like a love-sick school girl. He knew the others were constantly watching him, laughing at him but he didn't care.
"Looks like Tig's finally found a bitch to love." Bobby murmured from the bar as he watched the pair lounging on the couch.
Clay and Chibs chuckled. The Scotsman leaning over the bar and retrieving the camera from the drawer, snapping the photo Tig still carried in his wallet.
"Yeah." Announced Kozik as he excitedly rushed into the club with a large brown paper back, much to Tig's annoyance, Missy leapt off him and ran to meet the other man, the blond reached down an ruffled her ears. "Hey girl, got something for you."
"What?" Tig snapped, sitting up.
"I said for Missy." Kozik snapped back, narrowing his gaze. "But knowing you, you'll find a way of using it too." he laughed, pulling the long red lead out of the bag and holding it up for inspection. "I got her a bowl too."
Tig got to his feet and took the lead, smiling down at it. "Red?"
"What's wrong with red?"
"Why didn't you just go for fucking pink?" Tig scolded, dropping down to wrap it around the dogs neck.
"Well excuse me; I though red would be perfect. Not too girly."
"Didn't they have black?" Tig complained.
"No." Kozik lied.
Tig got back to his feet and looked down at the himself holding the red lead in his tanned hand, it didn't look all that bad next to his black jeans, but hell if he was going to say that to Kozik. "I guess it'll have to do until I can get her a proper one."
Kozik narrowed his gaze at the man. "Ungrateful prick."
The whole scene was being watched by the members from the bar with wonder. They all exchanged knowing looks.
"They're like a fucking married couple." Bobby joked, rolling his eyes and going back to his beer.
"Yeah." Chibs agreed, nodding his head and taking another photo, as the pair stood arguing, the dog looking between them like a child trapped between its parents.
"Frankly as long as they keep it out of eye shot, and don't expect us to throw them some huge fucking queer wedding, I couldn't give a fuck." Clay murmured, throwing back his beer and heading for the chapel. "Hey, you coming?" he yelled to Tig.
Chapel hadn't gone on that long; they didn't have much business to discuss as everything was running like clockwork. When it was over, Tig practically ran out of the room in search of Missy, finding her out in the sunshine, lying beside Kozik as he worked on his bike. Tig marched over and Missy instantly got to her feet to meet him.
"I'm heading home." he said, absently rubbing at Missy's fur.
"And?" Kozik murmured, not bothering to look up. "You need directions?" he scoffed.
Tig narrowed his gaze and gaze the blond a swift kick to the hip making him yelp like a girl.
"Jesus, Tig man, what the fuck."
"Watch who you're talking to prospect."
Kozik glared up at the dark haired man. "Sorry." he said insincerely.
The pair stared at each other intensely.
"Yeah, boys." Chibs voice called from behind them, interrupting the battle of wills. He waved the camera.
"What the fuck you doing with that?" Tig frowned.
"Picture of the new recruit." Chibs laughed.
Tig looked down at the dog and smiled, taking a step aside. "Stay Missy." he ordered.
"Can't just have a picture of her on her own." Chibs scolded. "Get in there. It's not like we don't know you're a vain fucker."
Tig flipped him off as he knelt down beside the dog, his arm snaking around her neck, stroking the fur beneath.
"You too prospect."
"What?" the pair asked together.
Chibs didn't answer; he just stared, waved a hand and waited. Kozik dropped down on the other side of Missy, mirroring Tig's stance, his hand resting on the sergeant's shoulder.
Tig took a shaky breath as he came back to the present, his gaze still fixed on the photo. Kozik had said earlier that he'd loved her too; Tig couldn't deny that was true. It didn't however make up from anything. Pushing himself off the couch, Tig dropped the picture on the coffee table and headed for the kitchen. He didn't bother with the fridge, he knew it was empty. Instead he yanked open the cupboard and lifted out an unopened bottle of Jack Daniels from the top shelf. Carrying it back into the lounge, he dropped back into his seat, sliding down low against the leather and unscrewed the bottle. He gulped down half the contents before coming back up for air. After a few deep breaths, he picked up the photo again, staring down his eyes flickered between Missy's dark face and Kozik's bright one.
He smiled sadly as his mind travelled back to the day, or more precisely that night. Missy had made herself instantly at home, claiming his old battered couch as her own. She'd leapt up on it and stretched out to sleep, leaving no room for him. He'd chuckled, as had Kozik. Sharing an amused look the pair had shook their head and headed straight back to the bedroom.
They'd argued for months over what had happened a few moments later, over what had caused Missy to rush into the room. Kozik insisted it was the thunder that had crashed overhead. Tig said it was the animalistic noises the blond was making as Tig fucked him. The one thing they did agree on was that it was both the most hysterical moment in the world, and the most frustrating.
Thunder crashed over head as Tig slammed hard into Kozik, feeling exhilarated by the sound of the storm. The blond grunted and moaned in a primal way, his fingers curled into the bedding, his teeth biting deep into his lip, his body rocking forward under the force of Tig's thrusts. Neither man heard the door fly open, they was too far gone. It wasn't until the large Alsatian leapt at them, knocking the pair sideways off the bed, Tig still buried in Kozik to the hilt.
It took them a few minutes to untangle themselves, getting to their feet to be met by a pair of black nervous eyes, which made it impossible to be mad. Moaning at their lack of fulfilment, Tig dropped down on the bed, allowing Missy to curl into his naked, sweat soaked side, his fingers combing through her hair. Kozik, sat on the edge of the bed and began to pull on his shorts and jeans.
"You can't ride in this." Tig said, as another crash of thunder made his point.
Kozik looked over at him with confused searching eyes. His brow raised, in question. Tig didn't say anything else, he simply turned onto his side, his arm draped over Missy, his back to the blond and closed his eyes.
The pair would wake up the next morning with Missy sandwiched between them.
A/N: Thanks for reading and reviewing. Glad you're enjoying it. Still not sure how long this is going to be.