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 was sat on the bed in his room at the club house. Things had turned to shit with the Cartel. He still couldn't believe Miles had stolen from them, he didn't seem stupid enough to do something like that, but Juice had caught him, so obviously his judge of character was a little off. They been in chapel for the past couple of hours, trying to figure out what to do about it. Now he was alone and staring once again at his phone. He'd been avoiding making the call all evening; it wasn't something he really wanted to talk about. He glanced over at the clock and groan when the 2:00 flash accusingly at him. He really should have called sooner, straight after Dawn had left would have been best, but he hadn't wanted to get into it then. He didn't really want to get into it now, but he knew if they didn't it would just hang there until Kozik got back and it would be all awkward. And it was always easier to have these kinds of conversation over the phone.

Taking a breath and throwing back the last of his beer, he hit dial and waiting. Unlike his last call Kozik didn't answer after the first ring. In fact he didn't answer for six. By the time the line picked up Tig's jaw hurt.

"Hello?"

Tig frowned at the unfamiliar female voice. "Where's Kozik?" he demanded.

"Oh, he's…."

"Put him on."

"Ben, Ben. You're phone."

Tig's stomach tightened at the familiarity in the name, the hair on the back of his neck standing on end. That couldn't be a croweater, something in his gut told him that, which meant….he heard muffled sounded and then the very distinctive snap of "Oh shit." he waiting.

Finally Kozik came on the line, his voice rough. "Tig. Uh…." there were more muffled sounds and then a door closing.

Tig clenched his jaw tighter. His heart pounding in his chest. "What you doing?" he asked as casually as he could, despite already knowing the answer.

"I didn't think you were going to call." Kozik insisted, his voice rushed and echoing.

"Where are you?"

"Uh…I…In the bathroom."

Tig glared at the dresser across from him like it had murdered his beloved grandmother. "Do I want to know why you're hiding in a bathroom?"

There was a long drawn out silence.

"I didn't think you were going to call."

"Well I have, so you want to tell me who you're fucking, or should I make a guess?"

He heard Kozik swallowed hard. "It's….Tig it's not…."

"What it sounds like?" Tig frowned. "It wasn't your ex that answered the phone?" He was more than a little surprised at the force behind his words. It wasn't like they didn't continue to sleep around. Hell a few days ago Kozik had called him in the middle of having his dick sucked. But there was a big difference between a croweater and an ex-old lady. A very big difference.

"Look, it's nothing okay." Kozik snapped, now sounding less guilty and more angry. "I was drunk and pissed off and wanted to get laid, alright. It's no big deal."

Tig's hand tightened around the beer bottle, breathing heavily from his nose. "Well seeing as your busy I'll let you get back to it."

"No! Tig, come on. It's just sex."

"I didn't say anything."

"Fuck. You don't have to; I can hear it in your voice. Just fucking yell or something, will you."

"I have nothing to yell about." Tig replied, his voice becoming harsher by the moment as he became angrier. "I don't know how many times I have to tell you I'm not your fucking old lady…." his voice rose. "You can fuck whoever you want. Just like I can. You have a good night." he hung up instantly and flung the bottle across the room, where it smashed. "Fuck it." he growled to himself.

He dropped his head into his hand and took a couple of sharp breaths. This had been what he hadn't wanted. Getting into this shit. It was meant to have been easier with Kozik. They got each other; they didn't do stupid shit like jealousy. Except that they did, they just usually covered it up with sex and fist fights. He raked his hand through his hair. No wonder Clay didn't trust him any more. Didn't respect him any more. He'd turned into a fucking chick.

~TIKOZI~

Kozik dropped down heavily onto the toilet seat, his head in his hands. He'd fucked up, big time. He wasn't even sure what he'd been thinking if he was honest. Except he hadn't been thinking. Tig distancing after their conversation that morning had knocked him back. He'd just wanted it not to feel so hard for a change. Then Bethany turned up, all sweetness and comfort and he'd been too frustrated and maybe a little too stoned to turn her down. It had been like slipping back into a comfortable pair of shoes.

He'd known before Tig had even called that it had been wrong. For more reasons than just using the woman because he was pissed at his boyfriend. - Huh, Tig would love him call him that. - But that had been another reason why it was wrong, because he was with someone else. Someone he actually cared about. Had cared about for ten year. - Hell, who was he kidding, he loved Tig. Always had, always would. He knew the club had a weird way of dealing with relationships, weird rules. Prison rules, out of town rules. Sleeping around was fine as long as it wasn't anything and it didn't follow you home. But Kozik knew what the knot in his stomach meant. He'd cheated, because Beth wasn't some random croweater, she was his ex. They'd been living together, on the verge of marriage before he'd moved back to Charming. Except he hadn't been able to lie to her or himself after seeing Tig again. So he'd broken it off and headed back to Charming. That's what made it cheating.

"Ben? Is everything okay?" Beth called through the door.

Kozik cringed at her voice. "Its fine!" he replied harshly. Why couldn't she have stayed away? He'd told her he was with someone else, but it hadn't seemed to bother her. He obviously given her more credit than she deserved while they were together, because he never thought she'd go after someone else's man.

"You sure?"

"I said I'm fine!" he picked the phone he'd dropped on the bathroom tiles up and hit the speed dial.

"Okay." she said in a small voice.

Kozik couldn't bring himself to care if he'd been too harsh. He was too busy trying to figure out how he was meant to fix his relationship. He listened to the line ring out, over and over. After a few minutes it went to voicemail and his stomach lurched.

"Leave a message." Tig's voice demanded.

"Tig, pick up, or call me back. Please Tig. We need to talk." he let out a sigh and hung up. "Dammit Tig."

He got to his feet and yanked open the door. Stepping out into the bedroom of the apartment he'd left a year and a half ago. His eyes fell on Beth, sat on the bed in his shirt watching him with curious eyes. He didn't say anything as he picked up his jeans and stepped into them.

"Is everything alright?" she asked softly. "Is there trouble with the club?"

Kozik didn't speak until he had his tee and socks on, then he glanced up at her and sighed. "No. The clubs fine. - My relationship is blown to hell though."

Beth frowned. "What?"

Kozik shook his head. It hadn't been said, but he knew that his and Tig's thing was to be kept behind the clubs closed doors. No one outside Samcro was to know about it. "He's kinda related to my new…girl." he lied.

Beth's eyes went wide. "Oh. I….But I thought…" she shrugged, glancing at her hands. "…there were rules about this sort of thing."

"There are. - But if your dad had found out I was playing away with an ex while away on club business, would he really care about club rules?"

Beth looked even worst. "No. I guess not." she sighed. "I'm sorry. - I guess I just hoped…." she trailed off.

"That you'd chance my mind." he said harsher than he intended.

Beth shrugged.

Kozik inhaled slowly and sat on the end of the bed. "Listen I know we were good together. And I swear I did love you….just …."

"Not as much as you love her."

"I can't explain it, Beth. We're just….us. We fight and bitch, and we just kinda work." He watched her for a few moments before reaching for his boots. "I should never have let this happen. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I should have known better."

Kozik got to his feet and grabbed his cut. "I hope you find someone, Beth. You deserve it."

"I hope you can fix things with your old lady." Beth whispered apologetically.

Kozik couldn't help the smirk. "Me too. - See ya, Beth."

"Bye Ben."