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.

Beta: None. WILL have spelling and grammar mistakes. (Please don't complain as I've just warned you.)

Sex: Yes - Male/Male

Swearing: Absolutely. (This is sons of anarchy)

It took them a few moments to untangle themselves from one another, Kozik giving a regretful moan when Tig pulled himself free. There was another clap of thunder over head, not quite load bit not enough to conceal the out pouring if expletives rolling from Tig's lips as he pulled himself up over the side of the bed to stare at the shaking dog.

The sergeant got to his feet, stretching out his back. Kozik looked up at the naked body towering over him with a groan of frustration, his own body aching with unfulfilled desire. Tig dropped down onto the bed and threw an arm around Missy, calming her by running his fingers through her hair. Kozik scrambled to his feet and strolled over to his clothes, murmuring beneath his breath at the mess clinging to his jean, rolling his eyes he slipped on his boxers and was moving to put one foot in his jeans when another crash of thunder resounded overhead, when it died Tig spoke, stopping his progress.

"You can't ride in this."

Kozik looked skeptically over his shoulder at the man. "Huh?"

Tig had his eyes closed, his hands continuing to brush at Missy's fur, the dog curled into the man's side.

"I don't want to have to deal with the shit when you crash and burn of your way back to the club."

Kozik stared at him as his head did a little jump.

"Clay would kill me." Tig murmured turning over, letting his arm fall haphazardly over the dog at his side.

Kozik stopped dress, removing his already covered leg from the jean and leaving them on the floor at the end of the bed. He left his boxers on and strolled around to the empty side of the bed, settling down against the cool sheets, Missy acting like a barrier between the two men. Kozik stared up at the ceiling, his body still abuzz, listening as Tig and Missy's breathing changed. Stay the night had never been an option and he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do, or say or feeling, so he turned on his side, his back to the dog and sergeant and closed his eyes.

~TIKOZI~

Kozik stretched out and shivers as something smooth brushed down his spine and the bed moved. He looked sleeping over his shoulder to see the dark eyes of Missy staring back at him. He smiled and turned his head back into the pillow, not really with it just yet. The bed moved some more as the animal climbed off the bed, leaping over him to the flood and rushing out of the room. Kozik groaned and rolled onto his back.

He scratched at his stomach with his right arm, inadvertently elbowing his sleeping companion in the chest, though not hard enough to fully rouse him. Kozik let out a contented sigh as a solid mass of warms moved close to him. He turned his head and half opened his eyes, taking in the still slumbering face of Tig. In his sleep addled haze, Kozik acted on instinct. Reaching over with his other arm, he tangled his fingers onto the older man's dark curls and dragged his head forward, fusing their mouth's together. Just like him, Tig acted out of natural desire and impulse, his mouth opening and his tongue sliding out in search of dueling partner. The invading muscle slide across the roof of Kozik's mouth and the younger man moan dirtily. Rolling onto his side, he removed his hand from Tig's hair, sliding it down his neck and shoulder, gliding down to settle of his naked arse, squeezing it and tugging him forward, eliciting another moan from the sergeant's full mouth.

The prospect rolled his hips into the other man's creating a delicious friction that had them both hard in seconds, lust filling their blood and making their hearts race. The kiss deepened and grew more heated and hungry, the pair grinding against each other in the early morning light. Kozik's fingers bit into the pale orb of Tig's backside again, leaving small half-moon shapes behind. The blond rolled them till he was pressing the older man against the mattress, his hand still trapped beneath him. With his free hand he tugged at his boxes, trying to force them down over his hips, grinning into the sergeant's mouth as Tig's hands moved to help him.

Their erections touched and they both moaned filthily, Kozik moving his hips faster and harder against Tig's, the fingers trapped beneath him stretching and wriggling, locating the crack and their tight hole hidden within. Tig's hips leapt off the bed when Kozik pressed at the clenched muscles sending him into the younger man's achingly hard dick, and sending shivers through them both. The blond's free hand gripped at Tig's thigh, lifting it half way to his chest.

Kozik dragged his mouth away needing to breath, took a few deep gulps before dragging his teeth hard down Tig's jugular, biting hard at the collar bone, his finger pressing into the man while his nails bit at the flesh of his raised muscled leg, and his hips thrusting frantically against heated steel.

Tig head rolled back onto the pillow at the touch of the blonds teeth against his skin, his blazing skin against Tig's own, the friction and the heat sending his mind whirling with want and need and pure lust, until his was bucking against him desperately. His large rough hands tugging at the younger man's hair and shoulder simultaneously, moan and panting madly.

Then he felt the pressure and his mind clear and where there had been desire there was suddenly panic, anger, fury and then Kozik was flying backwards, off of him, off the bed to hit the floor with a yell of pain. Tig shot up straight staring down the end of the bed to see the blonds back pressed against the wall, the hand that had previously been attempting to gain entry to his backside now rubbed at the back of his head. Their gaze locked on each other and Tig could see the hurt, frustration and anger battling in the blonds pale blue eyes. He was regretful, but he couldn't let the blond do what he'd planned, he wasn't going to be anyone bitch, not even Kozik's.

"Get the fuck out!" he snapped, more angry at himself that the man on the floor.

The prospect pushed himself off the floor, his gaze burning into the sergeant, his jaw clenched tight for a long strained second before realization snapped him from his daze.

"Fine!" he grabbed his clothes, boots and belt, not bothering to dressed, too angry, too insulted. - too hurt. "Fuck you, you fucking bastard!" he yelled load enough to draw the attention of Missy, who strolled into the room like a curious child, looking with big brown eyes between the two men. She sat on the floor by the door and watched as Kozik yelled.

"You know what, that it!" the blond stated furiously. "I've had enough of being your fucking whore, find someone else to fuck. I'm done! - Oh and don't think you can use this as an excuse to get me out of the club cause we're not even meant to be doing this shit and I'd hate for you to get in trouble with Clay." his meaning very clear in his false concern.

Pressing his clothes to his chest, Kozik turned and marched from the room, swearing as he went. He didn't pause in the den to dress, just kept walking; right out into the early morning light, as naked as the day he was born, shivering from both the cooler morning air and the anger. With his things cautiously covering his manhood, he headed for the van, pulling the keys out of the jean pocket and almost dropping the pile in the process.

Once he found them, he unlocked the van and climbed in, tossing the pile of fabric and leather onto the passenger seat and started the engine and driving away from the sergeant at arms place as fast as was legally allowed.

~TIKOZI~

Tig feel back onto the bed glaring angrily up at the ceiling, his heart pounding and his body shaking. He was so angry tears where burning at his eyes. Closing them tight at the sound of his apartment door slamming shut he took a deep shaky breath. "Thank god that's over." he murmured in a low deep and not all that steady voice. "Now I can get back to normal."

His stomach and chest pulled tight at the sound of an engine out in the street and his fingers flexed, a breath catching in his throat. He was that angry. "Like I was going to let the bastard fuck me, what the fuck was he thinking? Moron." Tig laughed dryly, swallowing a few times.

The bed moved, dipping at his side, his now icy skin felt the brush of fur against it and his jaw got tighter. A shaky left hand ran through the soft think mane, while a just as unsteady right combed thought his mass of curls and he forced himself to breath, to calm down. - To stop being so angry.

It was a good thing it was over. Before people - partially the moronic prospect - began to think it was anything more than sex, because for Tig it had only ever been about getting his dick sucked.

A/N: Don't kill me for the break-up. You know Tig and Kozik's relationship is like a roller-coaster, up and down and up again. And you know they'll get back together, at least for a while, before more bad shit it's the fan. – Have to say can't wait to see what I can get out of season four (DVD's will hopefully be here soon.) I've already got a few ideas; just need to see how to fit them into the season. I'm so excited to see season four, yet at the same time dreading it as I know part of what happens.

Thank you for reading and to those of you who have reviewed, I love reading them and reviews keep me focus and remind me that I have to write a chapter or you guy will kill me, so please keep them coming.