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.

A/N: Sorry in advance for this very short chapter.

"I'll be home it a couple hours."

Tig sighed as he let his head fall against the pillow, glancing over at the cold empty space beside him. "Can't wait."

"Me neither. - How's Tara doing?"

"As well as can be expected."

"Well, I better be going. I'll see you soon, Tiggy."

"Yeah."

There was a long pause where words weren't spoken aloud, before Kozik hung up and Tig dropped the phone and closed his eyes. Being woken up by Kozik for a stint of morning phone sex wasn't as good as having the guy actually there to get him off, but beggar can't be choosers, so what could he do. Tig lay there basking in the after glow for a while, before rolling out of bed and heading for the shower. In a few hours Kozik was going to be home, and they could make up for lost time. Tig was already determined to put his foot down if Clay tries to send him away again. He could send Opie next time, it's not like the guy has an old lady anymore and he'd probably be grateful for the time away.

Tig showered quickly, dressed and headed for the club. His whole body was buzzing with frustration, and the need to see Kozik. He kept glancing at his watch. Only a few hours and he'd be home.

It was almost ten when Clay strolled into the club house, his face battered and bruised. Tig's insides clenched tight at the sight. Clay dropped down on a stool and poured himself a cup of coffee.

"Kozik got there with the guns." Tig informed his friend. "I talked to Jax, he's gonna meet us at the warehouse."

"Okay."

Tig watched his friend. He really missed how close they'd been. He missed knowing that Clay would tell him everything. "You get into it with Gemma?" he murmured, hoping to draw the old Clay out.

"You don't need to know." Clay replied harshly, getting up from the bar and heading to a table.

Tig clenched his jaw. "And what do I need to know, Clay?"

"I ain't gonna talk to you about my old lady."

"You don't wanna talk about nothing no more." Tig insisted. "Ever since we got out, man. I mean, you cut me off. I got no idea what's going on with you."

"Jesus Christ. You and fat Elvis!" Clay snapped. "Couple of chicks."

Tig's gut clenched at the look Clay shot him and he marched around the bar to confront his friend.

"I marry you too?" Clay added sarcastically.

"Yeah. Sort of. You did. Because I'm the guy at your side, steps between you and the shit that tries to kill you. I'm your right hand, Clay." Tig snapped, finally having enough of his friend bullshit.

"What do you want; a pat on the back every time you climb on your Dyna? It don't work like that around her, pal."

Tig glared at his old friend. "Oh. You know why you're losing this club? Do you? Ain't because of the drugs. It's because you crawl in there and you shut those doors and you lock all of us out."

Clay huffed, turning his gaze away angrily. "Don't you have shit to do?"

Tig watched. "And I know what you're problem is with me."

Clay shot him a side ways look.

"It's Kozik. You can't deal with me and him. That's why you keep sending him away. And why you're pushing me out."

Clay meet his friends gaze full on. "You know. You're right. I don't like it."

Tig straightened his spine, lifting his chin.

"I told you ten years ago it was going to cause problems, and I was right then. It's going to end badly and we're going to have to clean up your shit again."

Tig swallowed. "Then why let him back in?"

"I didn't." Clay murmured. "He patched in while we were inside, remember."

"You could have put a stop to it."

Clay shook his head. "We need him out here, looking after the club. Unlike you, and others, I put the needs of the club first." Clay pushed back his chair and got to his feet. "We've better get to the warehouse."

~TIKOZI~

The moment Tig saw Kozik stroll through the warehouse door next to Clay; he felt heart skip and his blood race. The blond smiled at him goofily as he headed over to him. It took all of Tig's self control not to grab the moron and kiss him, instead settling for the usually hug. His arms wrapping tight around the other man's shoulders. He could feel Clay's eyes on them; watching, judging, but he ignored it. He didn't care what Clay thought. He'd already give them man too much of himself over the years, it was time to have something of his own and damn the club.

"Hey. Missed you." Kozik whispered before pulling back. He looks into Tig's eyes for a long moment before turning to talk to Clay and the others. Tig resting his forearm on the man's shoulder.

"Talked to Seamus. They're all coming. The west table: Rourke, Galen and Leary. They're worried about the Cartel, Clay. This rival beef."

Everyone's head turned as Jax marched in. "Hey."

Tig did absolutely not want to grab hold of Kozik possessively as he moved to greet the VP.

"Good to see you."

"You too, man. How's Tara doing?" Kozik said, hug the VP in a very bro like manner.

"She's getting through it, thanks." Jax replied with a smile. "Give me a minute?" he said, turning to Clay.

As Jax and Clay strolled out of the warehouse everyone started chatting idly, awaiting their return. Kozik turned. "You okay?" he frowned, looking at Tig with concern.

"Fine?"

Kozik took a small step forward and dropped his voice a little. "Tiggy?"

"I'm fine, really. Just haven't been sleeping well." he gave the younger man a meaningful look.

Kozik smirked a little, shifting his body to block the view of his Tacoma brothers, and settling his hand in the belt of Tig's jeans. "That we can fix."

Tig's eyes became heavy with want. It had been too long and all he wanted was to crawl up on a warm bed with a strong warm body and forget all the shit that's gone down over the last couple of weeks. "Can't come soon enough." Tig murmured quietly.

Kozik's hand slipped a little lower to grip the sergeant through his jean, chuckling at the pathetic attempt Tig made to keep quiet in front of their guests.

"You're going to pay for that." Tig growled, narrowing his eyes.

Kozik didn't say anything, just pulled his hand back and turned as Clay and Jax marched back in and they got down to business.

"Well now all we have to do with wait for the call." Clay announced.

"In the mean time, Kozik, why don't you take a couple of hours?" Jax announced; ignoring the glare Clay was sending his way.

"Huh…" Kozik frowned, looking from the VP to the President. "…Thanks. If you're sure you don't."

"It's fine." he nodded.

Kozik turned to glance at Tig before he headed for the door and his bike. Tig watched him go with a heavy heart, his gaze flickering to Clay.

"Oh, Tig." Jax said after a few minutes, as if suddenly remembering something. "Gemma, wanted you to drop by the house." he added, sending the sergeant a silent message that told him there was no request from Gemma, only a leave of absence from the VP.

Tig nodded and marched out after Kozik, not even bothering to give Clay as second glance.

"What do you think you're doing?" Clay whispered harshly to Jax.

Jax just glared at him with a silent fury before excusing himself with the excuse of going to visit Tara and leaving a furious Clay behind him.

A/N: Okay make the most of this and the next chapter because we all know what's coming after than and then it's over. All in all, I've probably got four more chapters in me. And sorry for the long gaps between chapters, I have to admit I'm dragging my feet. I really don't want to write the end. I know that some of you want it to be AU, and for me to fix the horrible things Kurt did, but that's not going to happen, sorry. The whole point of this story was to show how Tig loved and lost and how that effected his decisions at the end of season four. But hopefully this won't be the last I do of TIKOZI. I have a well of ideas with happier endings. Well, kinda. ;) Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this, and I'll see you soon.