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.

By the time Kozik had the living once tidied Tig had already headed for the bedroom. - After messing up the couch cushions with his jiz, which he was also ordered clean up. - He strolled into the bedroom, still naked despite the fact Tig had been out of the room over half an hour and his jeans were right there. He paused at the door to the stare at Tig, lying stretched out, asleep.

Folding his arms over his chest he lent back against the wooden frame and just watched him. He knew it was either completely stalkerish or just plain girlie, but he couldn't help himself, any more than he could help the fact that his stomach flipped and his heart skipped a beat, or that his breath had caught in his lungs when Tig had walked out of Stockton and headed straight for him.

Pushing himself off the frame with a smile Kozik moved quietly across the room, not wanting to wake him. He knew what it was like in prison, you never really ever sleep, always aware if the threat that lurks. It usually took a few days to readjust to the outside, to stop expecting someone to shove a piece of plastic between your ribs. He was actually amazed that Tig hadn't already shot up in bed with his gun pointed at him.

Kozik shifted onto the bed as gently as his large frame could manage, not wanting to wake the sleeping man and get punched in the face. He settled back against the pillow and stared across the room at the blank wall. Maybe he should have stayed in the den and watched TV or take a shower.

He glanced at the night stand clock and saw they still have hours before the wedding. A shower was most definitely a good idea, his skin still clammy with dried sweat. Then he might follow Tig's lead and take a nap, especially as the party was likely to go on most of the night.

He was just shifting towards the edge of the mattress when Tig's deep mumbled caught him. He turned to look over his shoulder to see the man still asleep, despite his lips moving. Kozik had not idea Tig spoke in his sleep, but then a lot can change in nine years. He smiled slightly to himself and moved to get up.

"Oh yeah. That's it….right there." Tig moaned huskily.

Kozik looked back at him with a wide grin.

"Huh, uh, har…harder. Yeah. Jesus."

Kozik swallowed the sound turning him on, unable to take his eyes of Tig. Of course the man would be dreaming about sex, other than the club it was what he loved most in life. He was probably getting blow my some dream girl.

"Faster." he groaned and Kozik shifted closer on the bed, his tongue running over his lower lip. "Jesus, ba….yah ba-by….uh, uh…..oh….da…Danny."

Kozik froze over the older man, his heart leaping into his throat, pounding painfully, his mouth falling open. So he knew he wasn't the only guy Tig slept with, and after nine years there was probably a list. But hearing it, having a name, that…

"Oh god….you're so good." Tig continued to moan, arching his back off the bed. "Best…e-ever."

Kozik swallowed and moved away, sitting on the edge of the bed. Yeah, that most definitely hurt. He turned his head to stare at the opposite wall and took a deep shaky breath, a couple actually. He told himself to pull it together, it wasn't like he was the love of Tig's life or his old lady or some shit, They were just fuck buddies, it was just sex, it had always been just sex. Sex Tig was free to have with other people.

Kozik dropped his head into his hands and tried to breath, fighting back the foolish chick-like feeling that where making tears burn at the back of his eyes and throat, as well as the sharp ache in his chest. For the first time in over a year he wished he never returned to Charming.

"Man you're such a pussy." Tig's voice laughing behind him. "Maybe I should stop fucking you like a chick if you're gonna start acting like one."

Kozik froze at the words. It had been a wind up he realised. Tig hadn't been talking in his sleep, he hadn't been asleep, and he'd done it to get a reaction. And to his shame, Kozik had given the most embarrassing reaction he could; he'd gotten teary and heartbroken like a fucking teenage girl. God what the hell was wrong with him?

The anger that flooded him was more at himself than the man behind him. While he'd always known his feelings for the Samcro Sergeant ran deep, he hadn't allowed himself to actually commit to them. He'd been able to ignore the jealousy of seeing Tig with women, because that's how they were, it came with the patch, the guns and the bikes. And he could deal with that. As for the other guys, the one's he'd doubtlessly been with in prison, well, he'd kinda buried his head in the sand on that one, not wanting to face it. But the fact that he'd been so jealous and hurt - mostly hurt - at another guy's name on Tig's lips, kinda hit Kozik like an eighteen wheeler truck.

He knew what he did next would dictate how Tig treated him from then on. He could shout like the chick the sergeant was accusing him of being, he could turn around and hit the man. Which at that moment was the strongest instinct in Kozik. Or he could do nothing. He chose that option. Getting up as he'd planned, he laughed, told Tig he was a "Vein bastard." and heading for the bathroom, not once looking back at the man.

He closed the door calmly, turned on the shower calmly and got under the hot water, letting it rain down and cover his face. It slightly burnt his skin but he didn't care, he savored it. Swallowing back lump after lump he called himself every name he could think of. Told himself he needed to grow a pair, that this should end, now, before he made a bigger fool of himself. That's when the calm faded and the anger resurfaced. His smashed his hand into the side of the shower, sucking in a breath as the bone hit the tiles. It repeated the action again, and again.

"What the fucking hell are you doing?" Tig snapped, yanking back the curtain and staring at the blond with furious eyes, water splashing over his body.

Kozik turned to look at him with shame, glancing down at his bruised knuckles, small bleeding scratches that if he had continued would become gapping wounds. He clenched his jaw unable to speak. What was he meant to say? Tig's only rule was it was just sex, how could he tell him that it wasn't that for him? That it never had been. - That it was the reason he hadn't been able to commit properly to the girl in Tacoma, or any girl for that matter.

Tig was staring at him with concern and anger, looking between his face and his hand. "Well?"

Kozik shook his head and turned back to the water, letting it run down his face. His wounded hand stinging as it hung at his side.

~TIKOZI~

Tig left him to it, heading back to his room and falling onto the bed, staring at the wall, clenching his jaw. Confused by Kozik's reaction to his wind-up, it wasn't like the guy didn't know he spelt with others and what did it have to do with him anyways, the moron wasn't his old lady. The rules didn't apply to him, - And if they did there was the prison rule that cleared both their conscience's.

The sergeant leapt off the bed and stormed from the room to the kitchen, yanking open the fridge and retrieving the bottle of beer. Downing it in one, he reached for another. He leant back against the counter, a fear beginning to gnaw at his gut. Had thing between him and Kozik taken a turn he couldn't afford? If it had, what was he meant to do now? End it obviously. His mind said and his stomach lurched. Of course he had to end it. Sex was sex, but this was beginning to feel like more and that just couldn't happen. The club was alright was alright with the casual hook-ups he doubted they'd feel the same way if they began to be serious - not that that was an option.

Tig liked his life just as it was, he didn't do well with commitment, just ask his ex-wife. And he was never going to commit to a guy, he wasn't a queer, he just liked the sex.

He suddenly realised that he hadn't drank any of his beer in a while and took a long drew, then heard movement in the other room and his breath caught, causing him to almost choke of the alcohol. He just stood there, his heart pounding in his chest painfully. He listened intently to the sounds from the other room, feeling ridiculously at odds with himself. Part of him wanting to go in there and clear up whatever was going on, put the guy in his place, while another part of him wasn't too walk out the door, head to the club house and ignore all of it until it just went away. The second wasn't really an option as he was still naked. As for the first option he didn't think he was ready to face the man just yet.

Sadly that was taken out of his hands as Kozik strolled out of the bedroom, fully dressed, Tig looked up at him and tightened his jaw at the ache the filled his chest at the blankness of his features. The blond strolled into the kitchen, not so much as looking at the naked man, he pulled open the freezer and pushed his bruised hand inside, allowing the ice to cold the wounded muscle. A few minutes later he closed the freeze and retrieved a bottle from the fridge. Tig watching him silently the whole times. Kozik stood in front of the fridge staring down at the bottle in his busted hand, breathing nervously, the atmosphere thick with unsaid things.

Finally Kozik turned away and headed for the room, into the lounge, towards the door. Tig marching after him.

"Where you going?" the sergeant asked.

Kozik paused at the door. "I'll see you at the wedding." he murmured.

Tig grunted angrily. "Fine." turning, heading back to the bedroom.

Kozik glanced over his shoulder to see the man vanish, taking a deep breath he opened the door and headed out the door, unsure just wear he was going to go.

A/N: Again sorry about the shortness of the chapter. I'll try and get you another as quick as I can, but as I said, I have no patience and started posting almost the moment I started writing. Bad Bad me.

One thing before I go, I was thinking that us SOA slash fan aren't really represented in the wider world on sites like Tumblr or DeviantART. (At least from what I can see.) It's a shame really. I've been introduced to the SOA_Slash community on LiveJournal, (thank you soul1essharpy) but that's all I can really find. If you have any Tig/Kozik or Juice/Chibs – Or any SOA Slash on Tumblr or DeviantART could you please either send me the link or Tag Tikozi, Chibuicy or SOA Slash on Tumblr as I'm feeling kinda alone in the world right now with my son's slash. I really want so see some art if any one's go some. Maybe even

Anyway, thank you so much for reading and I really will try and get you a chapter ASAP. – As soon as I figure out how to fix their little fight.