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) This is probably the most foul-mouthed story I've written.


It was another forty eight hours before Tig could finally talk to Kozik. After having to do a escort run with Chibs, Jax and Opie for Unser, he'd arrived back intending to talk to the prospect, only to be sent out again by Clay on a gun run. This time, though he took Kozik with him.

The drive was uncomfortable and awkward to say the least, neither man spoke, and Kozik refused to even look at the sergeant at arms. The only sound breaking the tense silence was that of the radio, but the moment they begin to play a familiar song, Kozik switched the thing off, turning to stare out the window.

The deal with Leroy had gone without a hitch and they were on their way back to Charming when the ambitious officer David Hale pulled them other. Tig said a prayer that the guns weren't in the back any longer. Sadly that was where their luck had run out, when Hale turned from their front of the van with a small plastic baggie in his hand. Tig could have kicked himself. He'd completely forgot he'd left the pills in the glove-box.

They were locked up in Charming Sherriff's office for three hours and still not a word passed between them. Sitting in the cells Tig pondered what he could say. How he was meant to get the blond moron back on side over the past few months. Kozik's attitude had changed, hardened. He didn't take the sergeants shit any more, which meant simply demanding that he bend over and take it, wasn't going to work.- And with his time as a prospect up he could exactly use blackmail.

That was another complication. Clay wanted a vote on whether to patch the guy in, he'd called it for that afternoon, which meant Tig had only a few hours to make the decision on whether to stick to his original promise and vote against him, there by kicking the guy to the curb.

Or he could swallow his pride and admit he'd been wrong and the moron was actually a welcome addition to the club. And if he did back down, how did he do so without everyone thinking it was because he'd spent almost the past year fucking him?

He was still worrying it over when the clubs attorney arrived to bail them out.

~TIKOZI~

Each member sat in their chairs, Clay at the head, Jax to his left and Tig to his right. Everyone gathered around the large carved table to pass their votes on the new prospects. A one had made it though, another having been kicked out. The only vote left was the one Tig was dreading. The president and vice-president had already cast their votes, and now everyone was waiting to hear his.

Tig stared down at the table, unable to speak. He wanted Kozik to stay, not just because of the itch he was almost dying to stretch, but because he brought something to the club, he wasn't another idiot wanting to be a biker, he understood how their world worked and he seemed to fit into it seamlessly. But as much as he wanted Kozik there, as much as he couldn't quite imagine him not being, there was the problem of their….history. He was already getting looked from the other member and he couldn't help but fear that if he followed Gemma's advice he'd wind up doing something really stupid, like actually caring about the guy. - Because he absolutely didn't care right now.

Plus how was he meant keep the respect of his club if he back down after a few good screws. It just wasn't possible. They'd never take him at his word again.

"Tig?" Clay pressed.

The dark haired sergeant swallowed hard, his head racing in his chest. He'd never felt so trapped before in his life. His fingers tapped the table nervously and he chewed on the inside of his lip.

Just remember, the club comes first. Gemma's words resounding in his head, over and over. She was right, again. He had to think what was best for the club.

~TIKOZI~

Kozik had already watched anxiously as one of his fellow prospects was stripped of his cut and marched out of the club. Another had made it and was now celebrating with a few other members at the bar. Kozik sat at a table, nervously tapping his foot and staring at the stained wood, his hand absently combing through the fur of the head in his lap. He didn't know what was take them so long, the others had only been a few minutes. Of course he was under no illusions; he knew he was out of there. Tig was going to vote against him, he just wished they confirm it now before he went insane.

It was his own fault, he knew that. Not just because he'd pissed the sergeant at arms off the day he'd arrived, but because he'd foolishly began an, for lack of a better description, affair with the guy and then broken it off. The past few moments had been a nightmare, filled with tension and irritation and more than a little temptation. He'd wanted to go back to Tig more times than he could remember, and seeing him with any random girl he picked up only made it worse.

Kozik wasn't going to admit to the L word, because he was a guy and guys didn't love guys. Not like that. The love he had for the men of the SOA was that of brotherly affection, that was all. - Except it wasn't. not when it came to Alex Trager.

He dropped his head into his hands with a groan. Maybe it was a good thing he wasn't gaining his patch. The thought of a future in Charming where he had to pretend he was normal wasn't exactly filling him with joy. He'd already begun to plan what he'd do next. He'd head back to Tacoma, because he didn't have anywhere else to go, and get a job in a garage, settled down, live a life and die of boredom. At least his brother would be happy.

He jumped at the sound of the Church door opening, looking up he meet Chibs stern face as he waved him inside. Kozik had already stripped himself of his cut, and was carrying it in his hands and he stepped inside the room, looking around at the others, avoiding Tig's gaze completely. Finally he settled on staring at Clay, who leant back in his chair, a cigar in his fingers, Chibs stood by the door, leaning against the wood, and Kozik shifted on his feet. He wanted to speak, but he knew he couldn't. So he swallowed the words and listened to the blood racing though his ears.

Finally after what seemed like forever, clay spoke. "Take the cut." he nodded to Chibs.

The tall Scotsman stepped forward and retrieved the prospect cut from Kozik's slight damp hands. The blond thought he saw a small smile pull at the corners of the Scotsman's face but it was so fleeting that he thought he imagined it. Chibs took the cut over to Clay and stared at the ex-prospect.

Kozik thought he was going to have a heart attack, the stress weighing down so heavy that he might just crumble beneath it. He took a sharp breathe when Jax got to his feet and moved towards him. He could dare hope. His gaze unconsciously flickered to Tig, who sat staring down at his table top, his face the image of irritation and anger. Jax stopped in front of him, meeting his gaze with steel and Kozik's stomach dropped to his toes.

Then Jax smiled. A large, beaming grin that covered half his face and he held out the cut, the patch and the future to him. Kozik's heart almost stopped at the sight, before he let out a relieved breath and grinned.

"Really? Wow, thanks guys."

Jax lead the laughter, as he help Kozik into his next patched cut and gave him a huge man-hug. "Welcome brother."

Everyone else took turned welcoming Kozik to the club as they led him out of church and into the bar to celebrate properly. He didn't fail to notice that Tig was hanging behind with Clay.

~TIKOZI~

"It was the right decision." Clay murmured around the cigar. "We need guys like him."

Tig stood in the doorway watching Kozik and the others. He'd backed down, went against his word and part of him hated himself for it. But beneath that he knew Clay and Gemma and everyone was right, Kozik would be good for the Club, and the club was all that matters.

And if he was a little proud of the guy for sticking with it, despite all the shit he'd put him though, proud that he'd taken and dished out in equal measure, then that was just brotherly pride, right, nothing more.

~TIKOZI~

Tig sat across the room with a beer looking tired and unsure and just a little bit angry. Backing down had never been in his playbook but then neither was fucking the same guy twice, and never when there was a woman available. So to say Tig was uncertain what this meant would be an understatement.

Kozik was across the room, drinking with Jax, Opie and the others, Clay having bailing out early. He took a long swig of his beer and groaned to himself. What was he meant to do now? He felt movement on his lap and looked down to see Missy's head, her brown eyes looking sadly up at him. He took a sharp breath as his chest tightened and his stomach flipped. He ran his fingers through her fur. It was the most affectionate she'd been with him for a while.

"I supposed this is your way of telling me to get on with it, huh?" he asked in a whisper, his gaze leaving hers to lock onto the man across the room.

He just sat there, staring at him, torn and balancing on a tightrope as to what to do. He couldn't say what made up his mind for him, he really didn't know. He simply found himself, getting to his feel, snatching up the bottle and walking past the gathered Sons to the back room. Missy didn't follow, deciding instead to hang around Kozik's legs.

~TIKOZI~

Kozik stretched out his back and rolled his shoulders, adjusting to the feel of the cut that meant he was finally fulfilling his dream. He'd made it, he was a Son. He'd never felt so happy or so like he belonged in his life. And to think he'd almost walked out on this so many times.

It felt good having somewhere to belong; the only shadow hovering over the future was the complication of his feelings for the sergeant at arms. But he'd made his mind up a few hours ago, he'd get over it, by force if needs be. He wasn't going to spend the rest of his life mopping around, drawling over the man who'd used him to satisfy his boredom and sick idea of punishment, who'd almost cost him this.

To Tig it had been about Sex, and then only when it was on his terms. Kozik wished, really wished that was all it had been for him. Sex was easy to get over, even really fucking great sex, but…..emotions, that meant trouble.

And if Clay had been against him and Tig when they were prospect and sergeant, he doubted he'd have changed his mind now he was a full-fledged member of the Sons of Anarchy.

Kozik strolled down the small corridor towards the room he was still renting from the club. He guessed now he was going to be hanging around he having to find something more permanent. He passed the room he knew Tig was in and for a fleeting, ridiculous moment imagined moving in with him.

He shook his head hard and gave a small self-deprecating laugh. He took a deep breath while glancing down at Missy, who's sad eyes mirrored his own.

"I can do this, I get over it." he murmured to her.

The dog shook her head and rushed headed of him, laying down outside his door. He arrived at her side quickly and pushed it open, his gaze fixed on her. She didn't move, just lying on the ground, with her head lulling on her paws. Kozik smiled a little. "Sleeping out here? Fine. Night sweetheart."

He looked up at he stepped further into the room and froze. His eyes going wide at he stared at the sight before him, his heart leaping into his throat, where it pounding out of control.

In the middle of the bed lay Tig, smoking a cigarette, watching his TV, completely naked. He turned to acknowledge Kozik with a nod/ "About time you got here, I've been freezing my balls off for hours."


A/N: Okay people, just so your prepared, I think I'll be finishing this so, maybe one or two more chapters, depending on how it goes. I won't be taking this right throw their relationship. You know, from them kinda getting back to get to Kozik's departure, mainly because it would kinda be boring. I might come back to it for oneshot or whatever, later on. After I've dealt with my season four ideas, especially now my DVD's have arrived and I can settle in for the misery. I already have a couple of ideas about what I want to do, so I can't wait to watched the season. Tonight's going to be fab. Anyway, hope you enjoyed the chapter, will get back to you ASAP.

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.