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 rolled over onto his back, sweat freckling his skin. Kozik panting beside him with a grin the length of the Mississippi over his face. Tig rolled his eyes as he reached for his cigarettes. Yanking one from the packet and sparking it up. He took a couple of puffs before handing it to Kozik.

"I've said it before, and I'll say it again. We really should fight more often." Kozik laughed around a puff of smoke.

"More often? We've practically been fighting our entire relationship. How much more often do you want?"

Kozik shifted up the bed, his foot braced against the mattress. He turned onto his side slightly, pressing the tip of the cigarette to Tig's lips. "I'm sure we could find away to fight more." he smirked, pulling the cigarette away and replacing it with his lips. His tongue swirling around Tig's as he inhaled the man's smoke. He pulled away and released it into the air.

"You're probably right." Tig laughed.

They lay there in silence, Tig's body pressed pathetically close to Kozik's side. The cigarette passing between them.

"So…" Kozik sighed. "How do you think this shit with the Cartel's going to go down?"

Tig groaned. "Honestly…" he sighed. "…I think Bobby's right. It's going to end bloody for all of us."

Kozik looked down at the older man. "You regretting siding with Clay?"

Tig didn't answer.

"You think Clay will continue to keep us apart?" Kozik asked. His fingers playing aimlessly with his lover's hair.

"I think he'll try. - But I'm not taking his shit anymore. Not when it comes to this." he said firmly.

Kozik nodded and glanced over at the clock. "We'll have to head back to the club house soon."

Tig groaned, burying his head into Kozik's side, causing the man to chuckle.

"You really have turned into a teenage girl."

"Blow me, princess." Tig snapped.

Kozik laughed as he used his weight to force Tig onto his back once more, before bracing himself over the man. Smirking wickedly. "If you insist sire." he laughed. Dragging his tongue over the man's chest and abdomen before wrapping his lips around the throbbing length. It still tasted of the lubricate they'd used only a few minutes ago. Kozik pulled back for a minute, looking up at Tig with a shit-eating grin. "Okay, so either you've found the fountain of youth, or you really did see Tara about those blue pill."

Tig clenched his jaw and wrapped his fingers into Kozik's hair as the man laughed, forcing him back to work. His hand keeping his head in place as he fucked up into the warm moist mouth. Grinning when he hit the back of Kozik's throat and the man didn't even flinch.

He was so close to his climax when the phone started to ring on the nightstand that his hand tightened in Kozik's hair to keep him from stopping as his other reached for the phone. He didn't even check the caller ID.

"What?" he snapped harshly, his voice heavy with desire.

"Tig?" Juice's voice asked down the line.

"Yeah….ahhh…ahhh…Fuck…shit…Harder…" he panted, his hips snapping forward faster.

"Shit, not again. Jesus man." Juice groaned.

"You phone me pri….ahhh Jesus yes….ahhh…wha…what you…."

"Chapel. An hour. Jax wants everyone there."

"An ho…ohhhh…hour? Fine." he smirked. "Yeah, moron, we've got an…" he panted. "Hour… I get to fuck you tight…ass…ahhhh…at least another….five times…."

"Jesus man." Juice yelled, hanging up on them.

Tig dropped the phone, laughing and moaning. His head rolling back against the pillow and he shot his load straight down Kozik's throat. The man pulled back, tilted his head and Tig watched with heavy eyes as the blonds throat moved to swallow every last drop.

Kozik dropped down next to him, panting. "Was that….a promise or a wide up?" he asked breathlessly.

"It was Juice." Tig chuckled, and so did Kozik. "But with an hour to spare, I'm sure we can try to make it a promise."

Kozik turned to stare at him with a raised brow. "Seriously, did you speak to Tara?"

"Fuck you."

"Where's the pills and we can get on with doing just that."

Tig swung for him, slamming his fist into the man's ribs. Kozik quickly gripped his wrist in a vice grip and used it to force Tig over onto his stomach. His chest pressing against the man's back and his lips at his ear.

"How about I fuck you and we'll see about fucking me after." he whispered.

Tig glanced over his shoulder at him. "Sounds like a plan."

~TIKOZI~

Forty five minutes later the pair were dragging themselves reluctantly out of bed and into the shower, though thankfully after forty minutes of rigorous make-up sex and blow-jobs, neither man was recovered enough for shower sex too. So they washed away the sweat, lube and cum, then got dressed, talking casually about club business, whether they should maybe think about getting another dog, and what to have for dinner. - Other than more sex.

The left the house feeling relaxed and at ease. They climbed onto their bikes. Kozik's backside complaining at the sudden pressure against it after such harsh treatment, and then they headed off to the club house.

They arrive to find everyone gathered. Juice sent Tig a murderous look for making him listen to them fucking again, he'd obviously complained to Chibs because the man took one look at them then Juice and burst into laughter. Bobby informed them that Jax had met with the Cuban's about Tara's attack and had called the chapel met.

Tig and Kozik got themselves drinks and settled onto the couch to wait for Jax and Clay to arrive and get the meeting started. The pair strolled in a few minutes later and led the way to church.

"This Galindo deal. It's already spilled too much blood." Jax said from the corner of the room. "I don't expect you guys to take that risk. Going after these Lobos is about Tara. It's my shit. I'm gonna handle it."

"This ain't just about Tara, brother." Tig insisted. "This is about hurting those assholes that shot up our clubhouse and killed Armando."

"Jax is right." Clay sighed. "This Cartel run's turned into one bloody ride. Nobody saw it coming, including me."

Tig's eyes turned to Bobby. He'd seen it. Him and Piney had known this was going to turn bad.

"But we're in the homestretch now, bro." Clay continued. "I say we close this door, we get back to business as usual."

"I'm not letting you go into do this alone." Bobby insisted, staring up supportively at Jax.

"Me neither." Chibs agreed. "I'm in."

"Yeah, me too." Tig nodded. Glancing from Jax to Kozik.

"All right, let's do it." the blond said firmly.

"Yup. I'm there." Happy agreed with his usual enthusiasm.

"What about you, Ope? You in?" Clay asked.

"Yeah. I'm in."

"Okay." Jax inhaled deeply, pulling out his chair and finally taking a seat.

A/N: Okay people. Homestretch as Clay would say. I'm really not looking forward to writing the next chapter, so it might be a while before I post it. Sorry. But it just hurts too much. I need to prepare myself for it. Anyway, hope this one's alright. Thanks for all the wonderful feedback. I love you all.