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.

Warning: Homophobic language used in the following chapter.

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

Kozik sat on his bike staring at the front of the house. He really didn't want to go inside but he had little choice, all his clothes and shit were in there because he'd been an idiot. He'd been thinking he could live with Tig, but the club wouldn't turn a blind eye to that, of course they wouldn't. Chibs was right, they could get away with only so much. So he'd decided he'd move back to the club until he found somewhere permanent. - That hadn't been the only thing he'd decided since talking to Chibs.

Swinging his leg over his bike he climbed off and hooked his helmet on the handlebars before taking nervous steps towards the house. When he reached it, he took a deep breath and opened the door, not even thinking about knocking.

Tig was sat on the couch already dressed for the wedding and looking faceable. Kozik clenched his haw at the man looked up at him.

"You calmed the fuck down now?" the sergeant asked in a firm yet calm tone.

Kozik nodded, not moving from the doorway, his hands in his pockets.

"Want to tell me what the fuck that was all about?"

The blond looked at his feet. "I…." he paused to force air into his lungs. "I freaked out."

"No kidding."

"And it made me realize…." he took another couple of breaths before continuing. "This needs to stop."

Tig stared at him, eyes wide and mouth hanging a little open, unsure how to take that.

"I need to get ready. - If you don't mind?…my stuff's…." he nodded towards the bedroom.

Tig shrugged or nodded, he must have done something to grant permission because Kozik was strolling out of the room. The sergeant remained where he was, staring blindly at the TV. He'd just got what he wanted, he'd been thinking they needed to end it, and Kozik had just agreed, had given him an out. So why wasn't he feeling relieved? Why wasn't he happier about it? - Why was he getting up and heading into the bedroom like a storm cloud.

He paused at the threshold. Kozik was sat on the edge of the bed, pulling off his boots, he's already stripped out of his shirt and Tig watched the play of muscles on his arms and shoulders, trying to ignore the hunger the sigh invoked. He hooked his thumbs over his belt and leant his shoulder against the door frame causally. "So that's it?" he tone was cool, almost too cool. Sighing to himself when Kozik stiffened at the sound of his voice. The blond refusing to look at him. "I make a joke, you freak the fuck out and decided we're…..it's over?"

"Basically." Kozik grumbled, getting to his feet and skimming out of his jeans.

"And if I say no?"

Kozik froze with his back to the man. "I transfer."

"You just patched it?"

Kozik shrugged as he before dragging fresh black denim up his thigh. "I know. - But for the good of the club…..it's one or the other."

"What exactly does our lo…..sex life have to do with the club?"

Kozik finished fastening his jean and reached for his black button-down before turning to fact Tig. "Everything had to do with the club."

"Not who I fuck!" Tig replied sharply. Asking himself repeatedly why the hell he was fighting this?" He'd thought the same thing a couple of hours ago. He told himself it was pride, that if anyone was calling it quits on this, whatever, it was him.

Kozik froze and Tig watched his shoulder slump and heard the deep inhale and exhale.

"You're serious about this?" Tig said with a deep frown.

Kozik's head fell forward. "This is….it's too much." he murmured, and Tig wasn't sure he'd actually heart it but if he had, he wasn't sure he wanted to know why.

The room fell eerily silent as neither man moved to speak any further. Kozik finishing buttoning his shirt before lowering himself on the bed to deal with his boot. It seemed to take him forever to get the tied, when they were finally done he stood and reached for his cut. All the while Tig stood at the door flickering between watching him and the carpet. Once Kozik had his cut in place, he turned to look at the older man, his hands in his jean pockets.

"I'll move my stuff back to the club tomorrow, if that's alright."

Tig kept his gaze on the floor. "Sure." he murmured, not really listening.

"I'll pick it up in the morning."

"Wait what?" Tig head shot up to meet Kozik's stair.

"I'll move back to the club until I can find somewhere."

"Oh." Tig shifted, he was not going to voice or even admit that he'd kinda played with the idea of Kozik staying. After all he had a spare room.

As if reading his mind Kozik spoke. "We both know I can't stay here. The club would….they'd see it as….us living together. Can't have that."

Tig stared at him, unsure why he was getting angrily at the club all of a sudden. Why it was fucking him off that the club was dictating his private life?

"We should go." Kozik announced, stepping towards the door and stopping, waiting for Tig to move.

After a moment the sergeant turned and headed away from the bedroom, Kozik following behind him. They left the house, locking up tight and headed for their bikes, neither man saying a single word to each other.

~TIKOZI~

They arrived at the reservation together, but after climbing off their bikes and saying hello to their brothers they went their separate ways, the tension obvious between them.

"Hey sweetheart." Gemma smiled wrapping Tig in a warm hug. Pulling back she looked into his face. "You alright?" her gaze flickering over his shoulder to the blond talking with Bobby. "I figured we'd have to drag you two here." she grinned knowingly.

"Yeah, me too." he shrugged, taking his usual stance.

"Tiggy?" she pressed cautiously, her small but firm hand on his shoulder.

"It's nothing Gem."

The first lady of Samcro pulled the sergeant away from the gathering guests. "What happened?"

Tig scuffed his boots at the dirt. "Nothing."

She gave him a disbelieving look and Tig wished she couldn't read him like a book. Taking a deep breath he answered. "He….want to….he called it quits."

Gemma stared at him wide eyes. "What? - Why?"

Tig shrugged. "For the sake of the club apparently." his tone sounded pissed even to his ear.

Gemma rested her hands on her hips and glanced over his shoulder again. "But…why now? It doesn't make sense. He's been like a cat on a tin roof for days."

Tig shook his head. "It's not important. He's right. - It ain't like he's my old lady, it's just stress relief."

Gemma raised a brow at him, unconvinced.

"Look, it's fine. We can't keep doing this now he's patched in, anyway."

"He was patched in before?" Gemma reminded him with a smirk.

Tig shrugged. "That was different."

"Why exactly? Because no he doesn't take you're shit like he used to?"

Tig's head snapped up to glare at the woman. "He never took my shit, that's why I lo….liked about him."

Gemma fought back a grin at Tig's almost slip-up. She knew things were complicated between Tig and Kozik, and even more complicated with the club involved. But she's known Tig for a long time, she's seen him go through women like they were hot dinners, and most of them wound up giving him heartburn. And she's seen what he was like with Kozik. To say it hadn't been weird seeing her friend with another guy would be a lie, especially when she and Tig had almost had something, but she couldn't deny that the pair kinda fit. Always had.

"Listen we've got shit going down, we can't afford to be distracted." Tig added on a sigh.

Gemma looked at him closely and her stomach tightened at the wariness she saw their. She recognized the desire for something more than the club. "Sweetheart. You two have never been a distraction. In fact you tend to work better when your….together." she smirked softly.

Tig scoffed and glanced over his shoulder. "When we're not trying to kill each other you mean."

"Well that's all part of the fun." Gemma laughed, leaning in close. "Besides, I was kinda hoping for a bit of a show."

Tig turned hot excited eyes on her. "Oh really?"

Gemma's laughter increased as she swatted at his arm. "You know me honey, always up for something new."

The conservation was interrupted by the sound of loud voices in the distance and a scuffled. The pair rushed towards the ruckus to find a blonde yelling at Kozik. She was clearly drunk or high, and extremely furious. Tig instantly recognized her from his place a few hours ago.

"Shit." Gemma murmured beside Tig, quickening her pace.

"Your disgusting, I can't believe I let you put your dirty fucking hands on me, or fuck me! God knows what I've caught! You make me sick! Do they know what you do! Do they?! Do they know you're a fucking dirty fag?!" she was looking around the small ground of angry face, each man glaring at her fighting the urge to manhandle her away. "You better watch out, he'll be trying to fuck you soon! Or maybe you want that? Maybe you're all dirty fuck homos!"

She squealed as a set of sharp well-manicured nails bit deep into her arm, dragging her away from the group before they ripped her to pieces. Honey looked up to meet the terrifying furious face of Gemma Teller-Marrow towering over her and she swallowed hard.

"Listen bitch. This is a wedding not some cheap scank bar, so show some fucking respect!" Honey opened her mouth to respond but was silenced as Gemma continued talking. "You not his old lady, you don't get a say in who he fucks, I'm sorry if you're dreams of happy ever after were destroyed but it's time to grow the fuck up. You're a god-damn groupie slut, an easy lay, hoping one of these guys will see back the cheap bottle blonde hair and drug-store make-up enough to shove their dicks up your arse, and you got what you wanted. For a while at least, but it's over now…." Gemma took a step forward and lowered her voice. "And you're pale scrawny backside clearly can't compete with his tight fucking hole." her head jilted slight in Tig's direction. "So I suggest you back the fuck off." Gemma took a moment to calm herself, seeing the hurt in the young croweater's eyes. Taking a breath he met them earnestly. "Listen sweetheart. This is how it works here, a guy can fuck whoever he wants, if you can't handle that, I think you need to quit coming around, find yourself a nice boy and become a soccer mom."

Honey stood shaking, her mouth hanging open, tears pooling in her eyes. She looked over Gemma's shoulder to the guilt ridden face of Kozik and then to the furious one of Tig before taking a trembling breath, turning on her heels and rushing away.

There was a tense silence for a moment before Gemma turned round and fixed the blond biker with a stare that had him squirming. She took a few steps towards him, her voice low. "I had better not just humiliated that girl for nothing." He swallowed at the knowing gleam in her eyes. He's gaze shooting to Tig's a few feet away, and his stomach rolled. Straightening her back Gemma patted him on the shoulder and walked away, sending Tig an encouraging smile as she went.

The other members followed after her, leaving Tig and Kozik alone for a few minutes, not speaking, just watching each other. Finally Tig turned and lead the way toward the seats.

A/N: I know, I was a bit harsh on poor Honey. I mean who wouldn't be pissed if they walked in on the guy they'd been sleeping with rutting with some other guy. (Okay, in this case, Us. – We so wouldn't have cared. Hell, we'd probably have grabbed the popcorn and settled in for the show. Rofl.) But Honey isn't a Tikozi girl. Anyway, we know what Gemma's like when she pissed and Honey didn't exactly choice the best time to publically humiliate Kozik, of course Gem was going to rip her a new one. Plus I like the idea that Gem is a Tikozi girl *giggle*

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