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 (though not in this chapter.)
Swearing: Absolutely. (This is sons of anarchy) Along with some derisive terms that aren't meant to offend.
A/N: So very sorry this took so long. I've been having trouble with it. Writers block. But hopefully we're back on track. Hope you enjoy
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.
He couldn't wait to get home. As Kozik helped Miles load another of the crates into the back of the van, he sighed. While Happy's Mom was a lovely woman, who made them feel welcome, he couldn't wait to get back to Charming. It had only been a few days, but after already having spent fourteen months separated from Tig, he'd expected to spend more than sixteen hours with him. But he had a job to do and you don't argue with the president of the club.
He grunted as he lifted another create, his mind already turning towards his homecoming. It amazed him slightly that he could even walk, the way his jeans had suddenly grown too tight. If Miles noticed the strange way he was struggling to move, he didn't say anything.
"Hey, dickhead, you the one made pancakes?" Happy called as he joined them in his mom's backyard.
"Yeah." Miles groaned back as he helped lift the heavy crate into the van.
"Gonna clean your shit up?"
"Now?"
"Yeah. Now." Happy ordered. "Who you think's gonna do it?"
"Your mom and aunt."
"Ain't your maids."
"We should load these first."
Kozik bit back a grin, listening to the pair. He knew him and Tig were a thousand times worst that them, but he didn't much care if they sounded like an old married couple. "No, go. He hates messy." he laughed.
Miles groaned at he turned to head back into the house.
"Get inside there." Happy ordered, practically chasing Miles into the house.
Kozik laughed to himself as he pulled the back down on the truck. He turned at the sound of something being thrown over the fence. Turning he saw a basketball. Soon there was two heads poking over the top.
"Yo, Gomer. You wanna toss me that rock?" one of them called.
Kozik glared at the pair. "Yo, Buckwheat, wanna keep your shirt on?" he called back. He finished locking the back of the truck, before sweeping up the ball and throwing it back.
"Thanks."
Kozik nodded and turned back to the house.
"Hey, you ball?" one of the kids called.
"No today." he just wanted to get the truck filled so he could get back home, to his lover.
"What's the matter, surfer dude, scared of a little 'hood ball?"
Kozik smirked a little.
"Come on, 10 bucks a point."
"Shut up, bitch. You ain't got no money." the other kid commented.
"Bullshit." the first one grinned, pulling out a wad of cash.
"How much you got?" Kozik asked, suddenly interested. It was going to take Miles a while to clean up the mess he'd made, and he could not only use the money, but the distraction too or he'd end up in the toilet bashing the bishop just to ease his frustration.
"Like, 300 and something." the first kid replied, counting the cash.
Kozik glanced back at the house for a long second. "All right, me and you, LeBrown. One on one, Winner takes all." he agreed, marching determinedly to the fence
"Shit, yeah, my lemon-headed sucker." the kid grinned.
Kozik leapt over the fence with a grin on his face. No knowing the shit that was going to come his way.
~TIKOZI~
Tig stared as Bobby followed Clay out of the warehouse, his frustration growing by the second. He didn't know what Clay's problem was, the guy had barely said two words to him over the past few day, and it was beginning to get to him. He tried telling himself it was the stress over the new Cartel connections and the shit with the new sheriff, but somewhere deep inside a voice told him that wasn't the real issue. There was only one thing that had really changed, Kozik.
It didn't make much sense to him, Clay had been fine with him and Koz before, but this times it seemed to be causing problems. He didn't get. Everyone else was acting just the same. The guys would wind him up about his relationship, but Clay seemed to get irritated when it was brought up. It wasn't even like it was news. Tig ground his teeth with annoyance. Well, if Clay was going to be like that, fine. What did he care? He'd just do his job as Sergeant at Arms of the SOA, and fuck his….moron, and if Clay Morrow didn't like it? Tough shit.
The ringing of a phone drew his attention to Jax, watching as he spoke, or more accurately yelled, down the line. Hanging up with a curse.
"What's going on?" Opie asked
"That was Miles. Some kind of hiccup with the guns."
"Should I call Clay?" Tig asked with a concerned frown.
"No, him and Bobby need some quality time."
Tig clenched his jaw tighter, grabbing his cut.
"Stay here; get the other prospects to help finish these up. - Take care of him." Jax laughed as he pushed a suffering Chibs back down on the work bench.
Tig headed for the door. "I'm going with." he announced.
"Clay wanted you to stay here." Jax reminded him.
Turning sharply he meet the VP's gaze. I'm not gonna be his little ammo bitch. I'm not gonna do it. If there's a problem with those guns, I should be there." he said harshly, storming out of the building.
"All right, Tiggy." Jax sighed, following after him.
He climbed onto his bike and stared the engine, his anger and frustration reaching boiling point. They were five miles away from the warehouse when he finally calm down, riding always did that. Then his thought's turned to the man that would be at the other end of the journey and his insides tightened and relaxing him at the same moment. He'd only been gone a few days but they had been frustrating. He'd spent that time telling himself it was because he wanted a fuck, but he knew that wasn't quite true. He actually missed the moron. If he was really honest, he'd missed him eight years ago when he'd left, but then he'd been so angry and grieving that he hadn't allowed himself to notice it. Now he didn't have that anger towards the blond, which made things difficult.
It wasn't just the club, or more accurately Clay, that was weird, it was his own feelings. He'd be the first to happily admit he didn't do love. He'd been burnt too many times for that, and he had to face it that he just wasn't made for it. - But Kozik had been right when he'd said things had changed between them. That last night together had been different. He wasn't going to say the L word, but it certainly wasn't just sex anymore. And he had to admit that scared him more than a little.
~TIKOZI~
They arrived at Happy's mom's house an hour or so later. Miles met them out front, rushing to fill Jax in on what happened, probably desperate to cover his own ass. Tig groaned at the news that Kozik had lost their guns. He could already see the fury flooding the VP's face.
"Where is he?" Jax snapped.
"Round back." Happy nodded to the side gate.
Jax stormed off, Tig rushing to keep up, know this wasn't going to end well.
"Someone stealing our guns is a hiccup?" Jax snapped the moment he saw the blond.
"You shitting me." Tig added. He wasn't exactly calm about the situation. After all, the last thing they needed was Clay on their asses. He knew the man would blame their 'relationship' for the screw-up, somehow.
"They thought the truck was full of booze. It had one case of AR-15s." Kozik defended.
"Those guns are already sold, asshole!" Jax yelled. "The cartel is expecting all of them in two days."
"I get it!" Kozik yelled back.
Jax flipped, going for the blond in a fury. "No, what you get…"
Tig leapt forward, dragging Jax off his lover before he killed him. Opie dragging Kozik way in the opposite direction.
"….is jacked by a bunch of ghetto babies, asshole!" Jax added scornfully.
"Alright, Jax!" Tig yelled, pushing him further away as he went for the blond again.
"Let's go!"
"Hang on!" Tig yelled to be heard.
"Save it for church!" Opie announced, pushing Kozik back.
"Let's just get the guns back, bro." Tig said a little calmer.
"They're not gonna hit the streets with that shit." Kozik said from a few feet away. "They're gonna try and sell them."
"Alright, shut up!" Jax snapped, trying to calm himself, turning to Happy.
Tig sent Kozik a warning stare that didn't exactly have the impact he was meant to have when hidden behind sunglasses, but the blond seemed to get the warning, he sighed and dropped his gaze to his feet.
"This hood? Only one place to do that." Happy said in his usual bland emotionless manner. Like losing a create of guns was no more of a problem than forgetting to pick milk up on a grocery run. "Vivica, French fence."
"They better be there." Jax warned, storming away from the yard.
As they followed after him, Tig walked at Kozik's side. "What the fucking hell were you thinking?"
The blond glared at him. "I don't need shit from you too."
Tig stared at him but didn't say anything back; instead he silently climbed on his bike, fastened his helmet and waited for Jax and Happy to lead the way.
~TIKOZI~
It took them a little over an hour to locate the truck, then it was back to Happy's mom's place for the rest of the guns. Jax told Kozik to keep away from them, didn't want them getting jacked again. Tig saw he was about to argue so he dragged his ass away.
"Calm the fuck down." he ordered. "You screwed up man, what did you expect?"
Kozik glared at the slightly older man. "Thanks for the support."
Tig grinned. "Hey, I could have let him rip you to pieces hours ago."
Kozik shrugged, glancing over to his brothers. "He's never going to trust me again."
Tig rested his hands on his hips. "Aw, don't be such a bitch. He'll be fine."
Kozik didn't look convinced.
Tig frowned. "Listen. When we get back to Charming there's gonna be a vote."
"What? Why? - Jesus, it was one fucking mis…."
"Not to do with you dip-shit." Tig swallowed, knowing this wasn't going to go down well. "The deal with the cartel…it's more…."
Kozik's brows drew together. "What?"
"It's more complicated than we thought. The deal Clay made, it….they need us to run for them."
"We do that anyway." Kozik shrugged, not getting what the man was trying to tell him.
"Not guns." he took a breath. "It's guns for drugs."
"What!" Kozik snapped in surprise. "Since when….? We don't do drugs."
"Now we do. - Or at least we will if the table vote with Clay." Tig replied, scratching at his brow.
"Are you…? Stupid question. - You telling me to vote with Clay?"
Tig shrugged. "It's not just Clay, it's Jax too."
"What?" the blonds' eyes widened. "After everything that happened with his son, he's up for that?" he shook his head disbelievingly.
Tig shrugged. "I don't understand it either." he murmured, staring over at the blond VP. "But if Jax is okay with it, then I guess we should be."
Kozik stared at the back of Jax's cut, confused and more than a little angry. "You can't seriously expect me to vote for this?" he said after a few moments, turning back to the sergeant. "Not after everything I've gone through."
Tig stared at his feet. If he had any choice he wouldn't vote for it either, let alone expect Kozik, the ex-addict to. He nodded. "It would smooth things over with Jax, and Clay for that matter."
Kozik shook his head. "I can't Tig. - I know what that shit does to people."
"I know, okay. I know. But we're in some deep shit right now, we need the cartel. - Listen just think about it."
Kozik still didn't look convinced but he nodded.
"Oh, and might be a good idea to…you know…grovel." he nodded towards the VP.
"I don't grovel."
Tig grinned wickedly. "Oh come on, we both know that's not true." he winked and laughed, dragging him off the picnic table. His arm remaining around the guys shoulder as he lead him to Jax. "You boys still love each other?" he said looking between Kozik and Jax.
Jax looked up at them for a moment, before a smile spread across his face. "Yeah." he laughed, pulling Kozik into a man hug.
"Cool." Kozik replied, hugging him back.
"It's all about the happy ending." Tig smiled.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go. Come on." Opie moaned, rolling his eyes at the two blonds. "Got a vote to get to."
~TIKOZI~
"You've all had time to think on this. Yea or nay. We get in business with the Galindo Cartel?" Clay asked from the head of the table. "Yea."
Tig watched Kozik as the president spoke, seeing the indecision on his face, then turned to look at his friend. Was he really going to agree to this? He'd never had a problem dealing guns, but drags were different. He paused before giving his answer, turning the decision over in his head.
"Yea." he finally murmured. Because what other option did he had? As Clay's Sgt at Arms, he had to follow the man's lead, no matter what. That was how the chain of command worked.
The rest of the table voted. Chibs, a ney. Opie and Miles both agreeing, Piney, apposing, not an unexpected move. Juice surprising them all with a no. Bobby siding with his conscience and mumbling a no. Happy also voting again the president. The whole thing rested on Kozik. Tig watched the man, watched him struggle with the decision. Part of him hoped he'd ignore his earlier request and vote no, then the whole thing would be void. He waited with baited breath for the blonds' decision.
"Backing my pres and VP. Yea."
Tig swallowed hard as he saw the pure self-loathing on the man's face.
Jax cast his vote of yea and the gavel fell. Before the sound had even died in the air Kozik was out of his seat, heading for the door, Tig on his tail.
"Hey." he called catching up with him.
Kozik didn't look around, pausing at the bar, he took the bottle of beer offered. "Not now, okay." he said, downing half the bottle and marching over to the couch.
"Is he okay?" Jax asked from beside Tig.
The sergeant stared at his own beer. "He'll be fine."
"I appreciate the support. From both of you." Jax said knowingly.
"Whatever." Tig grumbled, marching away from the bar and taking a seat at a table across the room from Kozik.
Jax looked between the pair with a look of guilt on his face. He hadn't expected Kozik to vote with him. With his history it was a certainty that he would be against the drug runs. Which meant that Tig had talked him round, which in turn had put a strain on them. As weird as it was seemed, he didn't want to screw with their relationship. He knew how hard it was balancing club life with personal life, he could only imagine how much harder it was for them. Sighing he turned back to the bar and grabbed his drink. Hope that this really was worth all of the trouble.
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