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.

Chibs and Juice were stood beside the pool table in the club house, Chibs smirking as the Puerto Rican missed his shot before he gave into temptation and laughed.

"Jesus Boy-o, your games gone ta hell, guess ya where playing with the wrong kinda ball inside." Chibs chucked taking his shot.

Juice stiffened for a moment before plastering a false smile on his face and chuckling when the Scotsman missed. He turned his head at the sound of footsteps and frowned as Kozik marched into the club house looking like he'd just ran over some kinda puppy. Juice glanced up to see Chibs features mirroring his own. Confusion and concern. Neither man figuring they wouldn't see either Tig or Kozik till the wedding in a couple of hours. The fact that Kozik was sat alone at the bar nursing a beer was cause for concern.

Juice took his shot blindly and by a fluke actually pocketed a ball. Chibs laughed, though his features were still tense. The young man strolled around the table and paused next to his friend, lifting his bottle of beer from the nearby table. "What do you think that's about?"

Chibs brows knotted together and he shrugged, his gaze locked on the man at the bar. "Don't know, but it doesn't look good."

"Lovers tiff." Juice murmured with a smirk.

The Scotsman looked down at the boy and returned the grin with a little laugh.

"Ya gonna to talk to him?" Juice asked moving to make his shot.

"Why me?" Chibs frowned.

Juice looked up from the table. "Cause you're the touch feely type." he deadpanned. "Besides, there's no one else around." Juice took his shot and missed.

"You're here."

"I've heard more than I ever wanted to about their….whatever, in prison. Have you ever shared a cell with Tig?" he shuddered and Chibs nodded understandingly. "Now it's your turn." Juice smirked nodded to Kozik.

The Scotsman didn't move, not at first. Juice watched him and he watched Juice, then with a roll of his eyes and a dramatic sigh he dropped his cue of the table, ending the game, and marched over to the blond. He grabbed a beer and dropped onto the stool next to Kozik. He just sat there silently, staring across the bar, not looking at the man. The blond shifted on his seat and took a long gulp of his drink and didn't look at Chibs. The silence stretched between them until Chibs couldn't take it anymore.

"What he do?"

Kozik looked down at his bottle and shook his head. "Nothing." he murmured.

Chibs still wasn't looking at him, if he was having this conversation he couldn't look at his brother. "He always doesn't somethin."

Kozik remained silent, he wanted to talk, wanted to ask Chibs advice but to do that he'd have to confess what had happened and he couldn't do that. So he rubbed at his head and repeated. "Nothing."

Chibs caught sight of his friend's busted hand. "What the fuck happened?" he snapped, turning in his seat to stare at the man next to him, his voice no longer carrying that casual tone.

The blond glanced over and Chibs nodded at his red swollen knuckles. Kozik sucked in a breathed as he realised he was going to get asked by everyone. His heart raced and he tightened his jaw, shrugging. "Nothing."

The Scotsman huffed with frustration and glared at him. Leaping off his seat he gripped the blonds cut and practically dragged him off the stool and towards Chapel. Passing a worried looking Juice, he shoved Kozik through the door and closed it behind him. Chapel was the most private place in the club and no one interrupted when the doors were closed. Chibs pushed Kozik into the seat he'd been occupying over the past fourteen months, Tig's seat, and stood awkwardly to the side, his arms folded over his chest.

"Okay boy-o, this is the only time we're havin this conversation, okay. Once we leave it never happened. Agreed." he said in a heavily accented rumble.

Kozik stared at the table top, his fingers playing nervously over the wood.

"So? What the fuck happened?" Chibs pressed.

The blond was silent still, mainly because he had no idea himself. One minute everything was fine the next he was acting like a clingy old lady. He heard Chibs huff impatiently and knew he had to give him something. "Really, nothing happened. - Just a misunderstanding." he all but whispered.

"You two get into it?" Chibs frowned, pulling up his chair. "I thought you'd at least last twenty four hours."

"No." Kozik shook his head, rubbing at his knuckles with his thumb. "It was with the shower wall." he laughed, trying to sound lighthearted. Chibs was still frowning. "I - It…." he shook his head, unable to do it.

Chibs shifted around, leaning back in his chair, his right arm resting on the table top and lowered his voice to an almost whisper. "Let's pretend your talkin about a bird okay. You're old lady. - What she do?"

Kozik swallowed. It sounded good, except he was the old lady in this scenario. - But if it helped him get straight in the head, if Chibs had advice for him, then he'd do it. Swallowing against, he took a breath and slumped down in the chair. - Tig's chair. "It….I heard her calling this guy's name in her sleep and I….freaked. - I know what h…she does, what she's like, it shouldn't have bothered me. I mean it's not like we….it's just sex." He insisted, more to convince himself than his friend.

There was a long silent pause as Chibs tried to figure out just what to say, what advice to give. He thought he had something when Kozik jumped in.

"I don't know how Opie does it?" the blond sighed warily.

Chibs shrugged. "I guess because he loves Lyla." the Scotsman murmured.

A crackling tension descended as Chibs words registered with both men. Kozik knew how he felt about Tig, had known a long time. And he knew the sergeant didn't feel the same. He'd meant it when he'd said it was just sex….at least as far as Tig was concerned. "What if that's the problem." he whispered before he could stop himself.

The tension increased and he fixed his gaze on the oak table, seeing Chibs move uncomfortably in his seat. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea after all. Both men thought.

"He's never going to change Boy-o. It's not just who he is, it's who we all are." the Scotsman sighed warily, rubbing at his eyes. "Normal isn't what we do. There are things expected, thing that make our live difficult. The club, Clay and the others, they ignore you and Tig because they figure it's just you guys being, well….it's just sex."

"It is just sex." Kozik insisted unconvincingly. "At least…."

"Tig's not the commitment type, that's why…."

"He's fucking me." the blond learning further into the table. "Yeah."

Chibs was silent for a moment. "I think you really need to think about what you're doin boy-o? Whether you're willing to carry on like this, cause if you're wanting…." the Scotsman swallowed and shifted. "….more, you might want to…..find somewhere else."

Kozik looked at the Scotsman with knowing and pained eyes. "Away from the club." he mumbled.

Chibs shrugged. "We're allowed to get away with a lot of shit, as long as it doesn't affect the club."

"And us being…..would affect the club." he nodded.

"Can you seriously imagine it not?" Chibs grumbled, pulling his cigarettes out of his pocket. "We're not exactly the pride parade types." he laughed dryly, lifting the white stick to his lips and lighting it, taking a deep drag. "Believe me, I know it's hard…." he paused for another drag. "…but it's just the way it is. The clubs dictates everything, even our….love lives. - You knew that when you signed up."

Kozik stared down at his hands, finding it ridiculous that a member could marry a junkie or a porn star, but heaven forbid they would want to marry another man, not that he wanted to marry Kozik. "Yeah, but that was almost ten years ago, I had no idea then what he was going to do to me." he mumbled. "Then, it really was just sex."

Chibs puffed away on his cigarette, flicking the ash into an ashtray. "Listen Koz, I wish I could tell you that it's all just fine, that Tig's gonna come round, that you and him could do whatever you wanted without trouble from the club, that we could be throwing a big queer wedding at some point. But the truth is, none of that's gonna happen. So you're just going to have to figure out if you can deal with it just being sex, with Tig fucking anything that moves - or doesn't in some cases….." he smirked. "….if you can't, then maybe now's the time to get out."

The blond stared down at the table top, knowing Chibs was right, as always. He closed his eyes and rubbed at them. He had no idea what he was going to do, how he was going to deal with any of this shit. – Or how the hell he'd gotten so fucking deep in the first place. "Maybe I should have stayed in Tacoma?" he mumbled with a life wary sigh.

Chibs didn't say anything; he just pushed back his chair and got to his feet. His hand falling heavily on his brother's shoulder. Understanding and sympathetic. Kozik heard the door open and close, feeling no better now than he had when Chibs had dragged him into the room. In fact he probably felt worse.

A/N: 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.