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.

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.

Tig shrugged into his cut and glanced over to the bed where Kozik sat pulling on his boots. He really didn't want to do this, he wanted to just stay in and watch TV, drink beer and maybe fuck Kozik some more. Instead he was going to be heading over to Clay and Gemma for a large family dinner. It wasn't the first he'd attended. Gemma loved having everyone around and after them being out of commission for the past year and a bit, Gemma obviously wanted to keep them close. He just wished it wasn't today. Kozik had only just gotten back from Oakland and tomorrow he was heading off to Washington, while Tig headed to Tucson.

He knew how fucking pathetic it sounded, and hated it, but couldn't help wanting to spend a little time with his lover. They hadn't exactly been smooth sailing since his release. Tig grunted as he strapped on his knife.

"You alright?"

"Fine." Tig replied coldly.

"Listen, if you don't want to go, just call Gemma and tell her."

Tig sent him a disbelieving look. "Sure, you do that."

Kozik swallowed. "Me? Nuh, I said you called her. Do I look suicidal to you?" Kozik smirked.

Tog nodded his head and fidgeted with his belt. "Lets just get this over with." he sigh, turning for the door, only to be pulled halted when Kozik grabbed his arm.

"What's wrong?"

"I said I'm fine."

"Right. Fine." Kozik grunted, staring at Tig with a raise sceptical brow. "Just fucking tell me, already. - Is this about what happened yesterday? About the vote?"

Tig frowned up at him. "No."

"Then wha…" Kozik's back grew stiff. "Ah…this." he gestured between them.

Tig clenched his jaw and looked away.

"You don't want me to go?" the blond said in a low voice.

Tig's gaze snapped up to stare at the blond. "Why would…"

"This isn't the first time I've been to Sunday dinner at Gemma's you know. I ate there a lot while you were inside. - Ah, but never as your….what…bitch?"

Tig's confused gaze turned rock hard as he glared. "You're not my bitch!" he snapped.

Kozik huffed.

"Look I just didn't want to do this today okay." Tig said reluctantly.

The blond watched him. "Why?"

"Because." Tig shrugged, attempting to leave the room again.

"Hey." Kozik tightened his fingers around the older man's bicep. "Why?"

"Look, we've had a lot of shit thrown at us over the last few day and a truckload more heading our way, I just wanted one fucking god damned day to myself." Tig snapped growing angry and frustrated. "I just didn't want to deal with club shit. I just wanted to sit on the couch, watch the fucking game, and just enjoy the peace for one fucking day."

Kozik's hand dropped away and he lowered his eyes, staring at the dirty grey carpet. "Right. Well I could go on my own." he sighed, moving around the older man. "I'll tell Gemma that you aren't well. Let you relax." he strolled out of the room, Tig right behind him.

"Hey." Tig grabbed the back of his cut. "I meant both of us, fuck brain."

"Huh?"

Tig rolled his eyes at the blond and grunted. "Jesus, all those fucking drug must have really fucked up your brain. I fucking meant for us to relax. Jesus I'm beginning to sound like a fucking old lady." he grumbled.

Kozik couldn't stop the grin spreading over his face. "Oh." he cooed. "So you wanted to spend the day with me."

Tig's blue eyes narrowed. "Don't get any fucking idea, moron."

Kozik took a step into the sergeant's personal space. "Me ideas? I leave that up to you sweetheart." he dropped a caste kiss on Tig's lips, receiving a punch to the arm for his trouble. "Come on honey, let's go…." he laughed, heading for the door. "The soon we get there, the sooner we get back and you can fuck me on the kitchen table."

Tig's lips twitched. "We don't have a kitchen table."

"Semantics."

~TIKOZI~

They arrived at the Marrow house just as dinner was finished cooking. It looked like Gemma had invited everyone. They all turned as the pair strolled in and Tig saw the smirk on Jax's face.

"Glad to see you can still walk up right." the VP said with a laugh, his gaze flickering between the pair.

"Blow me." Tig grinned as he joined the group in the den.

"Hey." Kozik snapped, punching him hard on the shoulder. "At least wait until after dinner. - He'll need to loosen up first."

Jax stared up at the blond with wide eyes as Kozik rolled his jaw, rubbing at it. There was a long silent moment before Jax burst into laughed. Tig seemed to relax instantly, dropping down on the couch next to Chibs and Juice, Kozik lent against a door frame across the room. As much as their brothers were alright with what was going on, at least outwardly, Kozik knew he had to walk a line. Making jokes about their love-life was one thing, sex was sex and no one cared much one way or another. But he knew being all touching feely old lady with the sergeant at arms wouldn't go over with the same ease.

He couldn't help watching Tara and Jax as they sat on the floor of the den with the kids, practically wrapped around each other. Jax kissing the dark haired doctor lovingly, no consideration for those around them because they didn't need to have any. Kozik could only image how they would react if he kissed Tig like that. - Not that the sergeant would let him. Hell he couldn't even sit next to him for fear of making things awkward.

He dragged his gaze away from the couple as Tara got to her feet to go help Gemma in the kitchen and it instantly fell of Tig, who from the looks of it was trying no to look at him.

"Want a beer?" Jax asked as he followed after Tara like a lost puppy.

"Huh, yeah, thanks." Kozik nodded with a smile.

"Tig! Beer?"

"Stupid question." the sergeant said, his eyes fixed to the TV.

Kozik watched after Jax, as he strolled into the kitchen close behind Tara, his hands never leaving her till he reached the fridge. He pulled open the door and retrieved the two bottles, before turning and pulling Tara to him, kissing her. Kozik swallowed hard, wanting to look away, wanting to glance over at Tig.

"Sickening, ain't it?"

Kozik turned to find Bobby stood next to him. "Totally. - But I guess that's what happens when you're in love. Completely lose the concept of decorum." he forced a laugh.

"Huh." Bobby grunted. "Like you know what decorum is? I still remember your time prospecting." he winked and laughed. "At least she's not getting him off in there, were anyone can see."

Kozik felt the heat climb up his face, into his cheeks, which only made Bobby laugh harder as he went to join Gemma.

"Alright! Get your ass in here! Clay!" Gemma yelled from the large dinner table.

"What was all that about?" Tig asked as he strolled up to Kozik's side.

"Huh?"

"With Bobby?"

"Oh. We were discussing decorum, and you're lack there of." Kozik laughed, pulling up a chair.

Tig glanced around the table and found every seat occupied except for the one next to Kozik. Reluctantly he took a seat, his leg brushing his lovers briefly and once again reminding him that this was not where he wanted to be. He turned his head as Clay strolled in from wherever he'd been hiding himself and clenched his jaw as his best friends gaze scanned the table and settled on him and Kozik. He didn't fail to notice the look on the man's face as stood by the large roast. Tig shifted as Clay attacked the meat. He didn't want him there, or maybe more accurately he didn't want him there with Kozik.

No one else seemed to notice, so Tig tried to ignore it, as the plates were passed along the table, swiftly followed by the vegetables. Everyone seemed at ease, though maybe there was a slight cloud of tension over the table. Conversation was varied and tended to stay away from club business. Opie's kids old Gemma about school. Tara talked about the hospital. Chibs, Bobby and Jax talked about the repairs to the club. - After the new Sheriff decided a few days earlier to throw his weight around and smash up the place with an axe. - Then the conversation turned towards Tara and Jax's engagement. All the while Tig just sat there, forcing food down his dry closed off throat, wishing Clay would stop staring at him from the other end of the table.

Tig didn't get nervous, he got agitated, and that was what caused him to drop his fork. He groaned to himself as he pushed the chair back and crouched down to get the silver cutlery.

"Hey!"

His eyes lifted over the edge of the table to Gemma.

"Don't think I don't know what you're up too. No blowjobs at the dinner table." She warned with a laugh, waving her own fork back and forth.

Everyone laughed and Tig quickly snatched up the implement, pulling his chair back under the table.

"Then maybe you should put more salt on the potato's." he winked at her, grabbing Kozik's thigh hard suddenly, causing him to jump.

"Great, thank for that." Juice complained, dropping his forkful of potato mash, with a disgusted face.

"Oh please. Like you don't enjoy salt once and a while." Chibs teased, throwing a roasted potato at the boys face from across the table.

"Not as much at Tig." Jax added. "Hate to think what his blood pressures like."

"As long as it gets were it's needed, I ain't complaining." Tig countered with a wink.

"Yeah, neither's Koz." Opie laughed, kicking the blond beneath the table causing the blond to almost choke on a piece of beef.

"Jesus man. Would have thought you'd lost your gag reflex by now." Jax laughed, looking between the blond and the sergeant.

Kozik swallowed hard, took a gulp of water before answering the jib. "Maybe if he hadn't gotten himself locked up for a year, I would have."

"But it's way better when you gag." Tig grinned lustfully at the blond to his left.

"Okay, okay. Cool it." Clay said from the end of the table. "We've got kids here."

Tig looked over at his best friend, as the laughter died and normal conversation resumed.

A/N: Figured that if they didn't joke about Tig and Kozik's relationship, it would be really awkward.

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And yes, I'm probably dragging this out because I can't face the end.