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.)

I'm having a bit of trouble with Word at the moment, so if there are more Spelling and Grammar mistakes than usual, forgive me.

Kozik let his gaze drift across the tables, a false smile fixed on his face. Tig was sat having what looked like a heated discussion with Chibs. Kozik's gut clenched tight as he hoped he wasn't the subject. A hope that was crushed when Tig's angry voice carried over the chatter and music.

"What happens between me and Kozy has fuck all to do with you!"

Kozik felt his face heat and pale at the same instant. He dropped his gaze to stare at his boots, knowing people were watching him. He hadn't felt so embarrassed and ashamed in years; he looked up at the sound of hushed whispers to see Chibs marching away from the table. As the Scotsman passed him, Kozik set an apologetic look his way and the man gave a sharp nod in response.

Kozik turned his attention back to the man now sat alone at the table looking like he wanted to shoot someone, probably Kozik himself. He found it a little hard to believe that Tig was in such a state, that he'd made such a public display. Ever since they'd started, whatever it was, Tig had made it clear that it wasn't for public acknowledgement. An open secret that was never spoken about. To hear Tig announce in no uncertain terms that there was something between them was….overwhelming, and the blond couldn't fight the warmth it sent through him. But it was a little hard to believe that Tig had meant his outburst to sound as it did. He knew deep down that the sergeant's problem was that he was some how regretting the end of their affair, but was rather pissed at not being the one to end it. Tig always had to call the shots, he was a control freak. It had been that way since day one.

Kozik stood with his arm around a blond as she whispered in his ear, trying to push Tig and his outburst from his mind. He was even considering slipping away with her, but part of him was fully aware of Tig across the area, even though he wasn't watching him. When his phone vibrated in his pocket, he didn't think twice about answering. It wasn't a call but a message. His heart skipped at the name flashing on the display, and his gaze snapped towards the table. Tig was already walking away toward the trees that lay a few feet away. Looking back down at his phone he hit the button and read the message.

Inbox: Tig

We need to talk. Now.

Kozik shook his head, swallowing back his pounding heart at the man's audacity. He knew what was on the other end of that path, he knew what Tig would do and say if he followed. Snapping his phone closed he told himself he wasn't going to go.

~TIKOZI~

He caught sight of Tig a few feet away, the soft glow of a cigarette in the tree line. What the hell was he doing? He knew how this was going to end and every part of him said he needed to stop, now. He couldn't keep doing this, couldn't keep pretending but as much as he knew this, he couldn't help but go back time after time. It wasn't healthy, he knew that too, but what was in his life? He was an addict after all, but the drugs had only ever beer a substitute for his true addiction. - Alex Trager.

Tig was in his system again, coursing though his veins, pulling him back, taunting him, seducing him and like most addicts he found it almost impossible to resist. As Kozik got closer Tig moved deeper into the woods and the blond follow the smell of smoke and the soft red glow. Tig was leaning casually against a tree, when he caught up, the man's gaze fixed to the earth.

"What do you want?" Kozik demanded, keeping a grip on his control.

Tig took a final draw on his cigarette before crushing it beneath his boot angrily. "Whatever Chibs said, ignore it, he doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about."

Kozik stared at the older man for a long moment, a little confused until he realised what this was about. "Chibs didn't say anything that wasn't true."

Tig looked up at him with hard blue eyes. "The club doesn't get a say in….this."

"No. - But I do."

Tig groaned and turned his body towards the man. Kozik wasn't thinking when he took a step back, Tig glared at his reaction, his jaw twitching.

"So that's it?"

Kozik sent him a small nod.

"At least tell me why?" Tig asked, hating the desperation in his voice.

"I've already told you, it's best for the club."

"Bullshit. This isn't about the club, I don't believe for a second you're throwing away what we've got because of them."

"What we have?" Kozik scoffed. "Oh you mean that year of secretly fucking in backrooms because you didn't want your best friend to know you actually liked taking it up the arse? You mean eight years of blame and hatred for something that was out of my control? Of avoiding me at every opportunity? Of three weeks of bitching and sending me accusatory looks and pissing on my hand of friendship? - Or maybe you mean the four hours of fighting and fucking before you got sent down? - Oh and lets not forget the eighteen months of letters and quick phone calls to get in the mood to go and fuck some nameless bastard. - Though apparently you remembered their names." Kozik's tone was cold and unfeeling, even as his heart pounded painfully in his chest.

Tig dragged his hand through his hair. "Jesus, I was joking, for fuck sake."

Kozik shrugged. "It doesn;t matter." he sighed.

Tig glared at him, angry at having there past thrown back in his face, but he asked for it. "You're acting like some fucking jealous old lady!" Tig snapped.

Kozik straightened. If he wanted out he was going to have to get Tig to let him go, and the only way that would even happen was if the sergeant was the one to run. Taking a breath Kozik put his head on the chopping block. "Yeah, well maybe I fucking feel like one!"

There was a strained silence as Tig stared at the blond. "What?"

Kozik released the breath he'd been holding, his heart racing but his back was painfully straight and he wasn't going to show Tig a single ounce of weakness, because if he did, the man would eat him alive. "You heard me."

Tig turned his back on his lover, his head spinning.

"You want to know why I'm calling quits, that's it. It's not because of Chibs or the club. I don't give two shits what the club says, and neither do you. If we did this wouldn't have happened in the first place. - It's over because I can't take it anymore alright. I'm getting in to deep, I've been too deep for a long time, and I can't take it, so I'm dragging myself out before it's too late. This afternoon just proved how trapped I was." Kozik shook his head. "Freaking out like I did, can't happen, so I'm out. We go back to being what we're meant to be, brothers, maybe friends - And if you can't deal with it, I'll go back to Tacoma, or somewhere else." Kozik finally fell silent and watched Tig. When the man didn't speak or move, the blond turned and headed back to the party.

~TIKOZI~

It was almost twenty minutes before Tig rejoined the party. Kozik was sat at a table with two croweaters, laughing and flirting outrageously, trying to be normal again, but he still noticed the sergeant's reappearance, as much as he tried not to. He felt his stomach clenched tight as the man walked passed his table, heading straight for the bar. While he knew that telling the man the truth about why he wanted out was a sure-fire way of making sure Tig let him go, he couldn't help but wish he hadn't done it. Now there was no going back. - Not that he wanted to. - But if he did change his mind, there was no way Tig would want back in, not with the possibility of it being serious.

Kozik clenched his jaw and turned back to the women to continue their conversation. He'd already came to the conclusion that he was going home with someone tonight, though sadly not the someone he'd planned to this morning, when he'd stood outside Stockton prison feeling excited and lustful. He couldn't quite believe that had only been that morning, it seemed like a lifetime ago. He jumped when a bottle was slammed down in front of him, looking up he stared at Tig but the man looked away without acknowledging him, to pay all his attention to the brunette, a flirtatious smile on his lips. Kozik felt a spark of jealous as Tig took a seat and began to flirt with the woman, leaning into her, grinning when she pressed her curves against him. But two could play at that game, and he turned to the blond beside him.

The next few hours passed with causal conversation, flirting and friendly banter. It was easy to figure out that Tig had decided that ending things was for the best, and while it hurt like hell, Kozik was grateful. Now they could get on with their lives.

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter and don't worry, not the end, just a bump in the road. You know Tig never gives up this easy. lol

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