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.)

Tig sat though the service fighting his guilt while he saw happy for Opie he could help thinking the man would have been happier if he'd still had his first wife. Lyla was a nice girl and she was clearly besotted with the man, but something in Opie's eyes, something in the way he stood and hesitated during his vows told Tip, Opie didn't actually share her feelings like he should.

Tig swallowed hard at the pain in his chest. He didn't think he'd ever forgive himself for what he'd done to Opie and his kids, and he didn't deserve to either. A small usually silent part of his mind remark that his crime was the reason he wasn't get a change to be happy, but he quickly dowsed the thought. It wasn't like that. Fighting hard not to look over his shoulder to the man a seat behind him, he shifted in his seat as the desire to do so grew. - While he wouldn't look he couldn't block out the man's voice as he let out a cheer as Opie and Lyla were pronounced husband and wife. He rubbed at his jaw as everyone rose to applauded.

Everyone made the way to the reception area that was also being held at the reservation. Tig dropped down at a table with a beer, Chibs and Juice sat on either side of him. They held a light conversation but soon Tig's attention was pulled away from his brothers to his lover - or ex lover as the case was now.

Kozik was across the large expanse of table and chairs, talking to a few girls, refusing point blank to look Tig's way. The sergeant tightened his jaw and dropped his gaze to the beer cradled in his hand. Chibs and Juice were still talking over him, oblivious to the internal battle raging inside him. - At least that was what he thought and hoped.

"You know, the whole fun of a wedding is getting to fuck the bridesmaids." Chibs laughed.

Juice looked at his friend with disgust. "I wouldn't let Jax or Opie hear you say that." he gaze slipping over to where said bridesmaid stood. Lyla had asked Tara and Opie's daughter to be her bridesmaids.

Chibs groaned. "Aye, that's why this wedding sucks. You think Lyla would at least have asked one of her porn star buddies to be a bridesmaid." Chibs grumbled like the world was against him.

"There's a whole group of porn stars over there." Juice laughed nodding to the women gathered around Kozik and Bobby Elvis.

"Not the same Boy-o. Traditions a tradition." he laughed.

"Well why don't you say that to Jax and Tara, you never know, they might accommodate." Juice sniggered.

"I'll tell Jackie you said that Boy-o. - Hey Jackie!"

Juice paled, looking from his best friend to his vice-president, his heart leaping into his throat at the man turned. He breathed a sigh of relief when Chibs just lifted a bottle in salute, before turning back to him with a wicked grin.

"You alright Boy-o, you look a little green." Chibs laughed.

"Fucker." Juice snapped, flipping him off.

The pair fell silent, Juice's gaze falling on the man sat between them. It was so out of character for Tig not you make some disturbing comment, Juice glanced across the table to his friend who looked just as concerned and confused at him. Chibs shrugged at him before rolling his eyes when Tig's head drifted up and they followed the sergeant's gaze.

"Hey Juicy-boy, grab me a fresh beer and a scotch."

Juice stared at his friend who gave him a get-the-fuck-out-of-here-so-we-can-talk look. He got to his feet as if nothing was happening. "What did your last slave die of?" he asked with a moan.

Chibs thought for a moment before smirking at the young man. "If memory serves a bottle up the arse." he laughed waving his empty beer bottle at Juice. "Just punishment for not getting me a damn drink."

Juice rolled his eyes, laughing as he headed off to the bar, leaving Chibs to yet another awkward unwelcome conversation.

Chibs sat silently watching his brother out of the corner of his eye. He knew what was going on, or at least he knew that something had happened between Tig and Kozik, he wasn't up on all the detail and he most definitely didn't know what had happened since Kozik had left the club after their talk. But judging by the twitch in Tig's jaw and the way he kept shooting a mix of daggers and longing looks across the reception he figures things hadn't sorted themselves out.

He wondered how he'd found himself being Dr fucking Phil to these too. It wasn't what he'd expected when he'd joined the Sons. And while he had no problem giving Jackie or Juicy advise on their love lives, it was completely different with Tig. After what the fucking hell did he know about gay relationships? Sure he's experimented, prison was a boring place, but that was sex. Sex wasn't a relationship and it didn't lead to complications, well unless you caught something or knocked someone up, which really wasn't an option when it came to man-love. So how was he meant to have a fucking heart to heart with Tig about Kozik? Especially when he knew that the sergeant saw his 'relationship' with Kozik in practically the same light as he saw Chibs saw prison sex.

The long uncomfortable silence dragged out for way too long, Chibs glanced around suddenly wishing he hadn't sent Juice away. He sort the boy out and found him sanding talking to Kozik and Bobby, no sign of a drink in his hands. He turned back around in his seat, he'd have to go get it himself, which meant leaving Tig. - Which was honestly fine with him.

"You two are a right pair, brother." Chibs said lightly.

Tig looked up at him with a frowned. "Huh?"

"All this mooning over you're beers. You like a fucking pair of birds." he laughed, hoping to break the tension.

Tig's eyes shot over the reception to Kozik, who was laughing at something some porn slut was saying. "He don't look like he's mooning."

Chibs looked too and huffed. "Yeah, well you should have seen him a couple of hours ago at the club, looking like he'd just ran over a pup….." he trailed off, knowing that mentioning dead dogs would only cause more trouble. "…panda."

Tig rose a brow at his friend, a slight smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. "So you saw him earlier?" he asked casually.

Chibs shrugged and nodded. "Aye."

"Did he….did you talk?" Something in Tig's stomach was clenching tight. Sure when Kozik had left he'd been a little weird, but coming home and calling a halt to proceedings seemed like way too quick a decision.

Chibs shrugged again. "He need to get stuff off his chest." Chibs murmured casually, reaching out to grab a beer from a passing redhead, giving her a wink and a slap on the arse as she laughed a complaint and walked back to the bar.

"So what exactly did you tell him?" Tig asked, his back getting straight and his teeth grinding painfully against each other.

Chibs looked at his friend, hearing the shift in his tone. He dropped the lightness he'd been using. "I just told him he needed to sort things out."

"And put the club first?"

Chibs stared. "Aye." he watched Tig's face slowly turn red.

"And who the fuck gave you permission to interfere?" Tig snapped angrily.

Chibs leant forward dangerously. "He did, when he decided to talk to me about you fucking up….again."

"What happens between me and Kozy has fuck all to do with you!" Tig's voice was rising in volume as he got angrier, he could feel eyes turning to look at him but ignored them. "Or the fucking club. - I'm free to fuck whoever the fucking hell I want!"

Chibs abandoned his beer. "Not when it starts screwing with club business." he snapped back, keeping his voice low.

"And how exactly is me and Koz doing that?" he fumed.

Chibs lowered his voice further, leaning in closer to the man. "When you make him so fucking miserable that he thinks about leaving."

Tig's eyes turned steel hard as they meet the Scotsman's. "Just keep you're fucking Scottish nose out of my relationship." he growled dangerously.

Chibs didn't blink at what was said. "Like you know what a fucking relationship is." he smirked, getting up from his seat. He walking away only to stop and storm back to the table, leaning over into Tig's face. "I don't give a fuck you're screwing Tig, I just don't want any trouble. But the way you are, they way to think about your 'relationship' that's trouble." his voice was low so no one but Tig could hear him. "I told him you're never gonna change, that you'll keep fucking around, because you're just too fucked up to actually be normal for once in your god-damn life." With that Chibs turned around and headed for the bar.

A/N: I couldn't help putting a Chibs/Juice moment in. I love them. They're my second fave pairing and maybe someday I'll get around to writing a story for them. Once I've finished with my boys of course. Anyway hope you enjoyed the chapter.

Thank you so much for reading and for the wonderful feedback. Please keep it coming, it keeps me on my toes.