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 had expected hot and heavy passion upon entering his house with Kozik. They'd been apart for almost two weeks; they'd had a long distance argument, so he'd expected the make-up sex. He'd expected one to be roughly throwing the other against the nearest surface and the ripping of clothes.

He had not expected the calm and quiet. They strolled into the house in silence, Kozik heading straight for the kitchen and beer while Tig casually shrugged out of his cut and slouched low on the couch. His head falling back with a wary groan, his arm dropping to cover his eyes.

"Hard day?" Kozik asked softly.

Tig's peeked out from under his arm, staring at his lover as the man stood in the doorway of the kitchen cradling two beers. His shoulder pressed against the wooden frame as he watched him. "You have no idea." he grumbled. He dropped his arm and sat up straight, watching Kozik walk slowly towards him, bottle out stretched. "Had it out with Clay this morning." he sighed, staring at the unopened bottle. "I was right. - He's not okay with this."

Kozik dropped down beside him, his eyes fixed on the older man. "Oh. - So he has been sending me to keep us apart?" he asked. He hadn't really believed Tig accusations against their club president. It hurt to know he'd been right all along if he was honest. - It hurt more to see what it was doing to Tig. He reached out and ran his fingers through the man's dark hair. "Does he want us to stop?" he asked nervously, his heart pounding with fear.

Tig's head snapped around to fix the other man with a stern look, his cheek brushing against the inside of Kozik's wrist. "I don't give a fuck what he wants. He can't handle this, that's his shit. And that goes for everyone else."

Kozik smiled. "So your not dumping me then?" he said lightly, though his heart was still racing from the fear that had been coursing through him a few seconds ago.

"I fucking should, after that stunt with…." he couldn't bring himself to say her name and he didn't really need to.

"I said…."

"Shut up." Tig huffed.

"…Look…" Tig settled his beer on the table, he shifted forward to lean on his knees, separating his hair from Kozik's warm fingers. He stared down at his feet and hands. "We want this, we want the club to accept it and treat us like anyone else. Then that means we have to follow the same rules." he said in a rough anxious voice. "That means out of towners and all. - I can't bitch at you for doing what we all do."

Kozik shifted forward. "You really want that?" he asked quietly.

Tig shrugged, reaching for his bottle and opening it, gulping down half in a few seconds. He was panting when he pulled the bottle from his lips. "It's what it is."

Kozik stared silently at the bottle. "You know it's not like a command right." he said firmly. "It's not like we have to fuck someone while you're away. Not everyone does. It's not an actual rule. It's just that if you do, I….neither of us can't bitch about it."

Tig glanced over his shoulder with a raised brow.

"But what happens in the club and what happens here are two very different things, Tiggy. We can't start flinging our personal shit around in front of the others, but that doesn't mean you have to let me off just to keep the peace. I fucked up. I slept with someone else, someone who wasn't just some random nameless croweater. What I didn't wasn't an out of tower, it was….it was worse. We both know that and you have every right to be pissed at me about it. To yell. - And hell, you could even hit me if it makes you feel better. I totally deserve it. This is our home, what goes on here has nothing to do with the club and the rules."

Tig stared at him over his shoulder then pushed himself to his feet and paced the room silently. Kozik watched him move, watched his face shift through a myriad of emotions. None of them good. When Tig stopped suddenly and turned to fix him with a hard unforgiving stare he braced himself for the fall out.

"That the fucking hell where you thinking!" Tig yelled, his bottle flying into the wall to his right.

"I wasn't." Kozik murmured, dropping his gaze. Feeling strangely more at ease with the man's anger than his acceptance and forgiveness.

"Obviously. Fuck it Kozik! Jesus!" Tig dragged a hand through his hair. "I should fucking kill you! - Why the fucking hell did you drag me back into this if you were only going to fucking cheat!"

Kozik's eyes lifted to stare at Tig. "I dragged you?" he scoffed. "Excuse me but I think you'll find you marched into my fucking room and stuck your fucking tongue down my throat!" he defended forcefully.

Tig narrowed his gaze. "You were baiting me. You fucking know you were. - You'd been pushing me for the whole fucking week. Waiting for me to break."

Kozik smirked despite himself. "And if I was?"

"Why? If you were only going…." his face fell and anger, pure fury flooded in. "Oh fuck!" he yelled turning and slamming his fist into the fire place wall. "…you fucking used me to get back in! God I knew it! - Just like the first time."

"Hey, hold the hell up there." Kozik snapped, leaping to his feet and marching around to stand in front of the older man. "I never fucking used you for anything. Ever. Not when I came back and not when I was a prospect. You used me; you used the weight of your position in the club to get me to do whatever you wanted me to. Remember. So don't fucking stand there acting like the fucking innocent wounded party in this!"

"Excuse me fucker but you're the bastard that cheated!"

"Yeah, you know what, I did. And I hate myself because of it. Because it shouldn't have happened. It wasn't fair on Beth….Or on you. But you know what, I wasn't in my right mind at the time. I'd slipped up and told you that I loved you and like the fucking bastard you are you cut me off. For all I knew you were kicking me to the damn curb!"

Tig grunted threateningly. "So your first reaction was to go fuck some bitch."

Kozik's fist connected with the side of Tig's face, the force making him stumble. "Watch your mouth, Tig." he warned, his finger pointing into the man's face.

Tig spat out a small clot of blood onto the carpet. "Defending your whore's honour, how sweet."

Kozik gripped the man by his shirt and slammed his back into the fireplace. "I'm warning you Tig. Beth isn't to blame for this, you are. - I am. If you want to hate someone, hate me, but leave her out of it."

Tig snarled. "Not to blame? Innocent?" he laughed harshly. "She knew you were with someone else. You told her and she went after you anyway. Yeah, real innocent."

Kozik swallowed hard, narrowing his blue eyes at the man. "What the fuck are you, a god damn teenage girl? Shit happens. She hit on me, yes, because she actually cares about me and wanted me back. I could have walked away though but I didn't. Because I wanted it. I wanted to actually feel like I wasn't just a convenient fuck. I wanted…for once…for it to be more than just sex."

Tig's lips drew into a thin line, Kozik's words hitting him like a psychical punch. "Convenient?" he grunted, shoving Kozik roughly way before swing at his jaw. "Convenient!" he yelled as the blond stumbled slightly. "You've never been fucking convenient! All you've ever fucking done since the day you arrived was screw my damn fucking life up!"

Kozik rubbed his jaw and stared at the man. His heart pounding painfully against his ribs and he hated that there were tears pooling behind his eyes.

"….I was happy, I fucked who I wanted, when I wanted. No emotions. No shit come back. Just sex. I'd had enough stupid emotional shit with my damn ex-wife, I didn't want that again. Didn't want the hassle. - Then you fucking screwed me up! Even when you're not around you're always in the back of my fucking head, telling me that there's more than just nameless fucks and bathroom blowjobs. Jesus!" he turned, slamming his hands onto the mantelpiece, his head hanging as he took deep breaths. A strange haunting silence falling in the room. "It killed me losing Missy, not because she was my baby girl, not because she was a doppy bitch who made me….us happy, but because she was ours." he murmured to the wall. "And when I lost her, I lost you."

"You kicked me out of town." Kozik murmured. "I left because you threatened to kill me."

Tig's grip tightened on the polished wood, his knuckles turning white. His chest heaving as he fought to breathe and speak. "That's….I got scared. I freaked out." he murmured. "It could have been you. Hanging from that gate and the fear I felt at realizing that….I didn't want it. It's not what we were."

Kozik frowned. "Are you saying kicked me out of Charming because you didn't want to face losing me?" he asked cautiously.

Tig didn't reply, his silently stood there with his head hanging.

Kozik stared at the man's back, watching the slump of his shoulders, unsure just what he was hearing. He inhales sharply as he realized what the older man was saying. Something he'd never thought he would ever say. He stepped forward, his hand out stretched only to paused. He wasn't going to push this. Tig wasn't ready for anymore open heart confessions right now. They had time. He smiled softly at that. They had all the time in the world.

Taking a calming breath, Kozik headed back to the couch and dropped down with a quiet huff and a groan of ancient springs. Giving Tig the time he needed to calm himself down. It took a few moments before Tig's back straightened and he turned to stare at his blond lover.

"Just…don't do it again." Tig said firmly, his eyes locked with Kozik's. The tension evaporating immediately.

Kozik shook his head. "Wasn't planning on it Tiggy." he smiled softly. There was another long silence before Kozik's face slip into a wider, goofier smile. "After all, no girl in the world can get me off the way you can."

Tig narrowed his eyes as he stalked slowly towards the sitting man. "I should fucking well hope not." he growled, wrapping his fingers into Kozik's short blond strands and yanking his head back and crush their mouths together.