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

The men strolled out from the tree line as if nothing had happened, has if they hadn't just killed three Russians. But they'd deserved it so none of them were feeling bad. - Not that they ever did.

Clay stopped, staring at the party with a fond smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. He glanced over at his sergeant at arms and the man beside him. "Kozik, I want you to go with Happy and Miles. Hap's said we can store the guns at his gran's place until we're ready."

Tig frowned despite himself. "You want me to go?" he heard himself ask and wished he hadn't when Clay stared at him.

"No. I need you here."

Tig and Kozik both nodded as Clay moved to head back to the party. He got a few feet before pausing again, as if something had just occurred to him. He looked back, fixing Kozik with a look neither of the men could read. "You head out in a few hours. Happy'll pick you up at…." he paused looking between them. "…Tig's place." then he walked away before Kozik could correct him over his new living arrangements.

The sergeant at arms looked over at the slightly younger man who didn't look happy.

"I'll text Hap' let him know to meet me at the club." Kozik murmured not looking at his ex-lover.

"Don't bother. You can stay at mine. I've got the spare room." Tig said matter-of-factly.

Kozik stiffened. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"I thought you wanted us to act like nothing had happened. Well, I'm doing that. You're not the first brother to crash at my place while he looks for a place and your stuffs there already. - It's only until you can find somewhere else."

Kozik looked at the man with uncertainly. It wasn't that he didn't trust Tig; it was just that….he didn't trust Tig.

"I really don't think it's a…."

"Let's get a drink." Tig cut in, walking away, ignoring the men completely.

Kozik rolled his eyes slowly, following behind the sergeant, telling himself. It was one night, he'd crash there tonight and when he gets back from Oakland, he'll move back to the club house.

~TIKOZI~

It was two thirty when the guys stumbled into the house. They weren't drunk, not really, but they'd drunk enough to relax them and make the tension a distance memory. Kozik dropped down on the couch warily, his head falling back against the cushions, while Tig headed for the kitchen. The blond heard the familiar sound of the fridge door opening and bottles clinking. He cracked an eye to see Tig holding out a bottle to him before he dropped down next to him. Kozik took the offered beer and sat drinking it in a comfortable silence. He was so at ease he almost stopped thinking. The bottle pressed to his lips, his head back and his eyes closed, he was at peace, more than he'd been in months, years even. He knew what gave him that peace and he wasn't sure what he was meant to do without it.

Over the course of the evening it seemed to be the only thing on his mind, he'd heard the members talking about the possible hell that was coming there way, killing the Russians and taking their guns was going to bring a fire storm and Kozik wondered if now was the time to cut the ties to his anchor.

He hadn't been one for second guessing himself but maybe he'd made a mistake? Maybe he'd allowed a moments weakness to destroy something he needed? He knew he was back peddling, that he regretting giving up, but wasn't that what addicts did? They question whether giving up was really necessary. They tell themselves they could stop at any time so what did it matter if they kept going for a little longer. His therapist had told him he had to stay away from the drugs, that being around them would threaten a relapse. Kozik knew she would have said the same about Tig. She would have told him that it was dangerous returning to Charming.

He felt the couch shift beside him and he peered up as Tig got to his feet.

"I'm crashing." Tig murmured, heading towards the bedrooms.

Kozik watched him go and sighed warily. Happy was going to be there in a few hours, he should probably get some sleep too, get the alcohol out of his system. The last thing they needed was to get pulled over on their way to Oakland. With a groan he got to his feet, stretching out his back before following after Tig.

The spare room was across the hall from Tig's, both doors hanging open. The blond glanced into his room. The bed unmade, the room filled with boxes. It was only one night he told himself again. He just needed a mattress to sleep on. His head turned to glance into Tig's room. The man stood with his back to him, stripping out of his cut and shirt. Kozik watched the muscles on the man's back move beneath his flesh. Unlike Jax and Opie and a few others, Tig didn't have the patch tattoo'd there, it was just an expense healed bullet wounds and knife attacks, lightly tanned.

As Kozik continued to watch the sergeant at arms, Tig dropped his jean's revealing his bare arse. The blonds lips twitched at the realization that he'd gone commando once again, meaning he'd expected to get lucky after, if not at, the party. Kozik felt his chest tighten as he wondered who exactly Tig had expected to be fucking tonight.

"Are you going to bed or you gonna stand there staring at my arse all night?"

Kozik jumped at the sudden sound of Tig's voice. "Oh, um…." the blonds eyes widened as his ex-lover turned to face him, his hands on his hips as if he was still fully clothed, his dick slowly getting hard.

"For fuck sake, Koz, stop being a stubborn bastard. We both know you don't want to be in that room, so just get the fuck in here." Tig snapped with frustration.

The blond swallowed hard, torn between his desire and need and what he knew he should do. Ending things with Tig had been the right decision for everyone, but his doubts had started almost the moment he'd done it, and had haunted him all night. But he knew if he took Tig up on his offer now, he would regret it come morning, and they'd be back where they started.

And despite knowing this, Kozik took that step, stripping himself of his cut and shirt as he crossed the threshold to the room. Later he would blame the drink, even though he knew that he wasn't that far gone, but now, all he cared about was the fix.

~TIKOZI~

Tig grinned triumphantly as Kozik marched towards him. He'd known the man wouldn't be able to stay away, so he'd played along with the idiot's little game, all the while knowing they'd end up here.

His hand shot out, grabbing the waistband of Kozik's jeans and yanked him up against him, his hand clenching the man's short blond hair to pull him into a hard unforgiving kiss.

The route to the bed was a tangle of hands, clothing and tongue's. Kozik fell back onto the mattress with a huff, Tig not waiting a moment before crawling over him. The frame complained under their weight, but neither cared. Tig drew back to drag off the blonds boots and jeans, tossing them aside without a thought of where they would land. When they did, there was a muffed bang.

Tig hovered over his lover once again, grinding himself down hard, making the man moan loudly. Tig grinned wickedly as he dropped his mouth to Kozik's, biting hard on his lower lip before sucking it into his mouth, and slipping his tongue between the man's teeth. The kiss was hot, passionate and rough, leaving no corner over looked.

After a few minutes, Kozik pulled back breathlessly. "Fuck." he panted, staring up at Tig, his gaze harsh, filled with lust and self-loathing. "Fuck me." he demanded.

Tig grinned. "That was my plan."

Kozik met the man's gaze firmly. "I mean it Tig. Really fuck me. Remind me it's just sex. It's all it's ever been."

The sergeant paused for a moment, just looking at the man beneath him, unsure how he felt. Finally he gave a sharp nod and shifted to reach for the night stand. Kozik's hand snapped up, stopping him. The look in the blonds' eyes told him everything he needed to know and his stared into the man's pale blue eyes. Torn between his desire to give Kozik what he wanted, and his desire to actually live with himself. He decided self preservation came first and he shook off the man's hand, continuing his hunt for the lube and condoms. His heart jumping as Kozik swore at him and fell back against the bed.

Despite choosing the righteous path, Tig wasn't gentle or caring as he prepared the blond. Each movement was rouge and harsh, unforgiving in ever instant, causing the man to groan and hiss. Kozik's head snapped back as Tig rammed himself inside, a deep half pained, half relieved cry being ripped from the blonds' throat. Tig kept his promise, it was just sex, sex in its most brutal and primal sense. Hard, hot and manic. Neither man looking at each other.

Kozik's eyes closed tight. It was just what he wanted. It was what was going to make the next day, week, month bearable. Because all this was was lust, desire and plan emotionless sex. Just as it had started out being for both of them. Before feeling seeped him and softened his core.

Tig slammed into him hard, sending sparks rocketing through his body, bright white lights dancing behind his eyes and the world seem to scream around him. His eyes shot open in surprise and instantly connected with Tig's and something happened. Tig's frantic pounding pace stopped….just for an instant. When it started again it was different. What had been hard and primal became….something else entirely. The older man shifted his weight, causing the blonds legs to slip from his strong tanned shoulders to curl around the sergeant's waist. Tig's body shifted further till he was hovering over his blond lover. The pace settled into a calm and steady rhythm they had never really shared before. The room growing quiet as the loud grunting and groans and cries morphed into more gentle moans and pants. Even the bed stopped protesting their actions.

With the new steady pace, Tig began kissing the man beneath him once more, their mouths matching the rhythm of their bodies. Tig's hand slid between them, helping bring Kozik to his climax, and following swiftly behind the blond, groaning a noise that may have been his name before collapsing on top of the man, breathless and satisfied.

Rolling away a few minutes later, Tig stared up at the ceiling, bemused and amazed. "Fuck." he murmured, still breathless. "Shit! What the fuck was that?"

Kozik didn't answer the question. He turned to look at the man he'd tried to keep his distance from. Tig ran his hand over his face as he tired to recapture his breath and Kozik watched him closely. He seemed more relaxed than usual, flushed and at ease. The blonds' stomach tightened and he refused to allow himself to think about what that meant. He sighed and pushed himself up, wincing when his body protested. It hadn't been subjected to any excitement in over a year, and was out of practice. He moved to the edge of the bed and just sat there in silence.

Tig glanced out from under his hand. "Where the fuck are you going?"

Kozik didn't look at him. "To….the other room."

The sergeant removed his hand and pushed himself up on his elbows to glare at the other man's back. "Don't be a fucking idiot."

Kozik's head snapped around to glare right back at Tig. "This is all your fucking fault." he yelled angrily. "Why couldn't you just let me alone? Why did you have to….?" he growled and got to his feet, grabbing his jeans and stepping into them, while complaining under his breath.

Tig lifted a brow. "What? I didn't do anything fucker!" he yelled back.

"You…..didn't you? You taunted and lured me back into your fucking bed and now look what's fucking happened."

Tig stared at the man furiously. Unsure what the hell was actually going on? "We had sex." he stated, not so calmly.

"That wasn't sex and you fucking know it….or at least you would if you weren't a completely fucking emotional cripple! It started out as sex and then you went and fucking changed the rules. I told you I couldn't do this! That I was getting in too deep and you didn't listen." Kozik snapped, angry at himself as much as Tig, angry at being an addict. "Now look at me, I'm acting like a fucking chick because you just couldn't go and find some other fucking moron to fuck!"

Tig narrowed his gaze. "I thought you didn't want me fucking other guys?"

"Don't. Don't try and turn this into a joke. This is completely screwed up. I should never have come back to Charming. I should have left when you told me too. - I should never have gotten involved with you again. I knew this would happen again. I knew it."

Tig shifted to the edge of the bed. "Jesus, calm the fuck down, man. Shit." he ran a hand through his hair, before searching out the man's gaze. "Look I get it okay. I get what this is. I acknowledge things are different." Tig gave a wary sigh, never breaking the eye contact he'd established.

Kozik stared at him in amazement, unsure if Tig really did understand what the fuck was going on. But one look at the man and he knew he did, because he saw pure terror in his blue eyes. A look he was sure was mirrored in his own.

The pair were silent as the ramifications of what had changed settled between them.

"Can we just…" Tig sighed again, shaking his head, He shifting back on the bed. "You've got to ride out in a couple of hours, let's just deal with all this old lady shit when you get back."

Kozik couldn't believe what he'd just heard, he watched in amazement and confusion as Tig moved onto the other side of the bed, turning his back to him. Kozik stripped out of his jean without even realizing it, then climbed in next to Tig. They lay back to back, silent as sleep dragged them under, neither sure where this was going to take them.

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