WARNINGS: This is total slash, so if you have a problem with it turn back now. AND if you are UNDER 18, naughty, naughty.

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) Along with some derisive terms that aren't meant to offend.

A/N: Remember people, this story covers the whole of season four (Tikozi wise) which means I changed the categories to Romance/Angst. (As they don't have tragedy.)

I'm still having a bit of trouble with Word at the moment, so if there are more Spelling and Grammar mistakes than usual, forgive me.

Tig's arm shot out with a groan to grab at the mobile as it buzz against the wooden nightstand, his head was still humming. He lifted the piece of plastic to his ear without opening his eyes. "What!" he snapped groggily. He groaned at the sound of Happy's voice. The sound of a hand connecting with flesh filled the room, swiftly followed by the cry of pain. He smirked as Kozik leapt off the bed.

"What the fuck!" the blond yelled.

"He'll be out in five." Tig grumbled down the line before hanging up and tossing the phone on the nightstand. "The guys are waiting." he informed the blond with his eyes still closed.

"And you couldn't just nudge me awake?" Kozik complained, searching for his clothes. "I've got to ride man."

Tig cracked open an eye to see the bright red hand mark on the other man's butt-cheek. He didn't stop the smirk. "Oh, you've had worse." he chuckled.

Kozik flipped him off while shrugging into his cut.

Strapping his knife to his belt, Kozik grabbed the keys to his bike and his mobile, which had two missed calls and turned back to look at the naked man on the bed. He paused for a moment, taking in the man's mass of unruly hair, and the smirk still pulling at his lips. He had the desire to kiss him goodbye, but knew that would be awkward and would no doubt pissed Tig off, and he really didn't want an argument before riding out, instead he kicked the side of the bed and grumbled a "See ya later." before strolling out of the door.

Tig lay listening to the heavy fall of Kozik's boots. "Hey moron!" he called after the man.

"Yeah!"

"Ride safe, okay."

Kozik's head popped back around the door frame with an arrogant smug grin. "Will do babe." he winked.

"Blow me." Tig replied, showing the blond the finger.

"Would love to sweetheart, but I don't think Haps' would be willing to wait. - Even if it is only two and a half minutes."

Tig glared at the man, yanking his pillow out from behind his head and flinging it at the door. "Fucker!"

"Love ya too Tinkerbelle." Kozik laughed as he marched away, the sound following him all the way to the door.

"Maybe if you knew how to do it properly it would last longer!"

Tik lay in bed with his eyes fixed to the ceiling, listening as the front door opened and closed, then for the sound of an engine starting. He tried to ignore the lead weight in his chest as the sound vanished into the distance. Taking a deep breath Tig turned over and buried his face into the abandoned pillow, closing his eyes he drifted back to sleep, the smell of his lover in his nose.

~TIKOZI~

Tig woke alone a couple of hours later when his alarm went off. Groaning he ran a hand through his hair as he rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling, fully aware that the house had that empty feeling again, just like it had eight years ago when he'd lost Missy and then Kozik. - Not that Koz was living with him; he just stayed over some nights. Sighing warily he rolled out of bed and strolled into the bathroom. He turned on the hot water and stepped under the stream, savouring the feel of having a shower without the fear of getting jumped. He let the water run down his face as his hand slipped down to deal with his morning hard-on. He hadn't expected to have to do this for himself again once he was free.

He still couldn't believe Clay had sent Kozik on this run, couldn't he have sent Chibs and Juice? It wasn't like they'd complain. Juice didn't have an old lady to catch up with. - Not that koz was his old lady. Even if he was acting like one. - And if it was really that important for whatever reason that Kozik go, then couldn't he have sent him too.

Tig pushed the thoughts aside to concentrate on what he was doing. He couldn't stop the image of a pair of blue eyes and a head of blond spiked hair appearing in his mind. Despite what Kozik thought, he hadn't been that much of a slut inside. He'd fucked a couple of guys, sure, fourteen months was a long time, but he hadn't allowed any one to fuck him. - Though he'd never been up for that, before or after Kozik. But the few guys he had been with inside hadn't been anything more than a frustrated five minutes. Most of the time he was reduced to his own hand.

He reached his climax finally and wasted away the evidence before finishing his shower and getting ready to head to the club. As he dressed he thought about Clay and how his best friend had been with him of late. There was something different between them and he wasn't sure what it was. It had started inside; Clay had found his sudden disinterest in fucking his way through the block first amusing and then annoying. It didn't make much sense to him if he was honest. It wasn't like Clay was on his bunk-buddy list. But over the last few months, the closer they got to getting released the weirder he'd been acting around him.

Tig strapped on his knife and headed for his bike, wondering if it had anything to do with him and Kozik.

~TIKOZI~

Tig spent the next few days feeling strangely like hell. Clay was continuing to act distant towards him; though he had to admit he was distant with everyone. - Well, except Jax, and Tig had to agree with Bobby that that was strange and in a way rather unsettling. But life at the club wasn't what was really making him uneasy, it was the apartment. It kinda freaked him out that the blond had gotten under his skin so completely after only a day. - Only it hadn't been a day. Kozik had been under his skin since the moment the moron had knocked him on his arse. Most of the time it was out of irritation, the rest was lust. He didn't know which had pulled him in the first time, or the last. All he knew was that he couldn't help but want more. It had been the promise of more that had made prison bearable. Though he'd never admit that to anyone, it barely felt comfortable admitting it to himself.

Tig groaned to himself and lifted the bottle of beer to his lips, taking a deep gulp. It was his fifth since getting home an hour ago, the empties scattering the table. He glanced at the clock. 3AM. He knew he should go to bed, he had to get up in the morning to work on the crates with the others, but the idea of going to bed alone was unappealing. He'd been furious when what had started out as an excellent home coming had turned into a disaster. And he'd hated the fear that had gone through him when he'd thought that everything he'd been holding onto, everything that had gotten him home could be lost. He'd been so relived when Kozik had changed his mind. - And then it had gotten complicated and fucked up. He'd meant what he said to the younger man, he did know that something had changed between them. He'd known it before he'd even returned to Charming. Hell, he'd know before he'd gone. From the moment Kozik had stepped foot back in Charming, wanting his patch back.

He knew, and he suspected Kozik did too, that he'd only been angry at him, bitching at him every five seconds because he hadn't wanted to acknowledge how much he'd missed him. He could brush it off when Kozik was simply passing through, he could ignore him, but having him around all the time, he just wasn't ready for that, or what it meant. Things had been progressing that way before Missy, he knew it, the club knew it. But then he hadn't cared. It was strange what eight years could do. Now, after losing Missy and everything he'd done since, the idea had freaked him out. Because the last thing he could afford to lose was his club. His eyes were drifting closed as his head fell back against the cushions, when his phone buzzed on the table. Groaning again he reached for it.

MGS: Kozik.

Are you still awake?

Tig smiled to himself, not bothering to text back; instead he scrolled down his contacts and hit call. It rang twice before the familiar warm sound of Kozik filled his ears. "What the hell do you want?" Tig said, fighting a grin.

"Thought we could talk. "

"Talk?" Tig frowned.

"Yeah."

"Where are the others?"

"Sleeping."

Tig's lip curled into a mischievous smirk and he shifted on the couch, his beer forgotten as he tugged at his zipper. "Oh, in that case, I think I could spare the time to talk." he laughed and knew Kozik understood him when he sighed.

A/N: Sorry I didn't write the phone-sex, I'm sure you're all disappoint but I have that planned for a later moment, and I don't want to repeat myself. - That and I'm not very good at it. I also apologize for the shortness of the chapter. I'm having a little case of writers block, but I'll try and keep the chapters coming as often as possible. Anyway, hope this chapter wasn't too disappointing.

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