WARNINGS: This is total slash, so if you have a problem with it turn back now. AND if you are UNDER 18, naughty, naughty, what the hell are you doing reading this, go watch power-puff girls ;) LOL. Not Beta'ed, WILL have spelling and grammar mistakes. (Please don't complain as I've just warned you.) Male/Male sex. Swearing.

A/N: My first Sons of Anarchy slash story. I'm kinda torn between to pairing with this show. Chibs/Juice, and Tig/Kozik. Though I have to admit that while watching the show I am more drawn to Tig and Kozik as a couple. Their chemistry is just so slashy it a joy to watch. They could easily have given Destiel or Johnlock a run for their money. Anyway, I had to write this just to get it out of my head where it's been since I finished watching me season three DVD's. It takes place during the season three finale, directly following the moment where Tig and Kozik have that talk in the playground. (I loved that moment.)

Title: Care of the song We're Forgive by The Calling. (I know, not very Sons of Anarchy, musically, but it's what I was listening to as I wrote this up and the lyric just spoke to me.)

Tig sat on the swing set gazing down at the warn picture of Missy, Kozik's words rolling around his head. He knew he should have said aye when Clay called the vote on the man's patch-in, especially considering all he'd done over the past week with Tara and everything. But he just couldn't bring himself to do it. He just couldn't forgive him and the tall blond knew it.

He gently swung back and forth, his mind both abuzz and silent all at once. Absently he returned the picture to his wallet and put it back into his pocket. He didn't even realise he was on his feet and walking back into the club house until he was standing at the bar, reaching for a bottle. He felt the frustrated looks from his brothers, blaming him, judging him. - Cursing him and his pigheadedness. It was making his blood boil. He had every right to hate the bastard and he didn't want him back in Charming. Grabbing his bottle from the prospect he turned and marched to the couch, ignoring everyone. Dropping down on the battered leather he threw back his drink, gulping it down.

A young red haired croweater sauntering up to him. He took in her overly painted face and her barely covered body, taking in the curves and slopes. The delicate, famine and he silently moaned to himself. He'd had her before, a dozen times, but at that moment he really didn't want her company. There were nights when delicate and soft wasn't what he wanted or needed. Before he even realised it he was on his feet and walking away from the surprised and disappointed woman, heading towards the back rooms. He could feel the clubs eyes on him. They knew where he was going and why, even before he did, and it only added to the fire that was burning within him. Waiting, ready to explode.

Tig paused outside the closed door and took the final swig of his bottle before thoughtlessly dropping the bottle haphazardly on the floor where it landed with a dull thud. Tig stared at the door blindly for a few seconds wondering if there was a woman in there with him. The idea fuelled his anger and without another moment's hesitation he barged through the door without so much as a knock.

The room was used by visiting brothers who didn't have anywhere else to stay, which meant right now it was Kozik's. The tall infuriating blond jumped to his feet from the end of the bed, the TV control gripped tight in his hand as he turned to face Tig. The dark haired sergeant at arms swiftly scanned the room for any sigh of a croweater or porn slut. Satisfied they were alone he stormed forwards, gripping Kozik violently by his black long sleeve, yanking him forward as he turned him, before slamming him back painfully into the dresser, causing it to wobble dangerously and the TV that sat on top to bang against the wall, while at the same time digging into Kozik's muscles back as he was pressed into it.

He watched Tig with narrowed accepting eyes as the smaller, yet surprisingly stronger man glared up at him. Kozik wasn't a stranger to that look, so when the sergeant crushed his dangerous open mouth over his, he wasn't shocked. He didn't react at first; he'd told himself the moment he'd seen that lustful spark in Tig's gaze that he wouldn't give the biker what he wanted. He wouldn't be his puppet. And certainly not after he'd destroyed his dream of coming back to Charming. But the thing about Alex Trager was that he always knew just what to do to get a rise out of the blond, and at that second he was doing them all at once.

His fingers tugging painfully at Kozik's shot blond stands, his teeth tugging at his full pouting lower lip, his tongue sweeping around the inside of his mouth, taunting him to join the fun in a way that most porn sluts could only dream of doing. And the shorter man's hips were grinding tortuously at his own; it was more than a saint could bear. Not that Kozik was a saint, he was anything but. He also had no self-control or will power when it came to Tiggy. Within moments his fingers were tangled in the raven curls, pulling hard, drawing deep primal groans from his brother son. Their tongues duelling for dominance that they both knew the sergeant would have in the end, as he always did.

Tig felt a thrilling series of sparks shoot through him. It had been so long since he'd given into this desire. Mostly because no one seemed to know just how to play the game, not like Kozik did. It was a shame he hated the guy so much, it may have been good to have him around again. But he just couldn't do it.

While he continued to devour the blonds' submissive mouth, he tugged at his shirt, forcing it up the taller mans muscled chest. Kozik naturally and without thought or complaint, pulling his arms through of the material. They didn't pull apart until it was necessary in order to get the item over the blond head, but when they did it was for a mere second or two then they were back to battling for possession of the warm wet and delicious place.

Without his t-shirt, Tig was berthed of his initial angry hold on the man and was reduced to cling to his denim clad hips, which thankfully gave him a way to manoeuvre the bikers pelvis into Tig's own so that their erections could press together bring an increase of friction to proceedings. With them so close and his fingers biting into the muscled waist, Tig thrust, ground and rubbed against Kozik until the usually quiet man was moaning loud and dirty into Tig's mouth.

The lust riding rampant through both men's bodies, their hearts pounding out of control behind their ribs. Unable to take any more Tig began pulling at Kozik's belt with desperation. Once undone he moved on to the button and zip. He slid his hand inside the thick coarse fabric, searching out for the velvet steel confided behind the thin cotton of his shorts. Kozik gave another deep dirty groan when his fingers teasingly brushed the thick hair before taking the muscle nested among it. Tig's calloused hand unforgivingly wrapping around it.

A few hard strokes had Kozik thrusting into the older man's palm and a primal growl ripping from his throat. Pleased with himself Tig pulled back, breaking the animalistic kiss they'd been sharing, his hand still secured in the sanctuary of the blonds jeans.

Kozik had reached breaking point, unable to take much more. Tig had always been a tease but this now was tantamount to torture. With his own lust flooding his body he decided to move this forward. As his hips continued to thrust frantically into the sergeant's rough worn hand, Kozik went to work on the man's black shirt. Forcing his mind to concentrate on undoing the buttons. He would have ripped the damn thing off Tig's back but the last time he'd done that Tig had yelled blue murder and left before either of them had gotten what they wanted. So now he took it one button at a time. When he'd finally dealt with the last one he pushed the fine fabric off the man's tanned muscles shoulders, down his tattooed arms. Tig pulled his free arm free of the sleeve but refused to release Kozik's dick, so the shirt hug loosely from his wrist. Kozik didn't give a shit as he shifted his attention to the man's black jeans. He was stopped by the other man's free hand.

Kozik looked down into the deep blue lust filled eyes. He knew it was not that Tig didn't want his touch, but that he wanted more. Before Kozik could take a breath he was man handled around to be backed into the bed. Tig's hand continuously working his dick. His ministrations ended abruptly when the edge of the bed hit the back of Kozik's legs causing him to drop down onto the end of the bed, ripping Tig's hand free of his shorts. He sat staring up at the Tig with heavy hungry eyes as the older man quickly tugged at his fly, shoving his black jeans down his toned thighs to bunch around his knees. Once again it didn't surprise Kozik to find the man going commando.

Inpatient for Kozik's touch, the sergeant stepped closer, towering over the sitting blond, Tig's erection standing furiously to attention, sweating with the proof of his lust. Kozik's gaze fixed to the heavy throbbing muscle, his tongue sweeping over his lips in a sign of hunger. He moaned deep in his throat as Tig curled his fingers into the short strands, forcing his head to the member till he engulfed it completely.

Tig's eyes drifted closed as he savoured the blonds tongue lapping at the velvet muscle, brushing across the underside, swirling around the tip. A primal growl erupted from the furthermost reaches of Tig's throat as the vacuum of Kozik's hollowed mouth worked him towards his climax. The men's rough hands biting into his arse cheeks, pulling him closer, not that he needed to with Tig frantically thrusting into the back of the blonds throat. The blond had lost his gag reflex years ago thanks to Tig's impatience.

When Tig felt his body tense and white lights danced in front of his eyes, he yanked the younger bikers head free of his hard on. Kozik went reluctantly, his gaze pitifully bidding it farewell, his hand swiping over his mouth.

Tig's voice was dangerous and harsh when he ordered the biker onto his feet. The younger man didn't even hesitate, standing in front of Tig; he waited as the older man stripped him of his jeans and shorts. Kozik kicked the offending denim and cotton before he was pushed unceremoniously back onto the bed, with another order.

"Over."

Kozik knelt on the end of the bed, dropping forward he braced his weight on his hands and knees, then waited for Tig. "Stuffs in the drawer." he announced in an unsteady voice, raw with lust. But he was surprised by the sudden intrusion of a dry finger probing his hole. He gasped and gritted his teeth against the sensation. He should have known what Tig would do.

"Weren't we optimistic?" Tig growled, his finger pressing into the tight heat.

Kozik swallowed another gasp and forced words out of his throat. "W-wasn't f-for y-you." he stated breathlessly, his eyes drifting closed tightly.

Tig leant over him, his breath brushing at the man's ear as his other hand snaked around to grip his dick once more. "Well, you certainly don't need lubrication." he snarled harshly, tugging on the muscle roughly.

Kozik understood his words were meant as an insult to his manhood and he turned blazing eyes over his shoulder. "Bite me." he hissed.

Tig's teeth sank into the man's left shoulder, deep enough to leave a mark but not draw blood. The action caused Kozik to yell. "Fuuuckkk, you bastard!"

"Slut." Tig pulled back and smirked. Thrusting his finger hard into the hole, till he heard Kozik moan, then pulling it free.

Kozik whimpered when the finger vanished and he glanced once again over his shoulder to see Tig stepping away from him. His stomach clenched tight and his heart raced. The bastard better not leave. He thought angrily. He wouldn't put it past the man to get him all worked up then fuck off. "Where the fuck are you going?" he spat, but got no answer. He just watched as Tig drew up his jeans and walked in the direction of the door, an arrogant smirk on his face. "You're fucking kidding me." he snapped, dropping onto his backside.

Suddenly Tig took a detour, turning towards the nightstand, where he yanked open the top draw, his hand shuffling through its contents in search of the promised supplies. The blond breathed a shaky sigh of relief, his eyes next leaving the older man, his body flooding with fire.

"I do need lubrication." he said, waving the tube, his dark brows raised smugly. "You've a tight arse after all."

Kozik groaned more out of desire than irritation, watching Tig moved back around to the end of the bed. It dip beside him as Tig dropped down to remove his boots, standing he stripped out of his jeans needing freedom, then reached out and gripped Kozik's shoulder, forcing him back onto his knees.

While the blond biker shifted on the bed, exposing his pale arse to Tig's hungry gaze, the sergeant worked the condom on and soaking his fingers in lube. Moving back to his previous potion behind the raise backside he shoved a now slick finger inside unceremoniously, laughing again at the dirty groans of the blond. He didn't take his time to prepare the younger man. Both of them too enthusiastic to care. Once he could get two fingers snugly inside the tight hole, he removed them and took his place directly against the backside and thrusting himself inside the abandoned hole without warning or apology.

"Fuck!" Kozik yelled, clenching his teeth as Tig filled him, his knuckles whitening as his fingers curled into the bedding. He gasped when Tig pulled all the way out only to slam himself right back in right up to the hilt, grunting as he did so, his fingers clamping down on the younger man possessively.

The pair quickly found their old familiar rhythm. Kozik moving to meet each of Tig's thrusts. To most people there pace and curiosity would have been considered violent and it was certain no woman could have withstood it, but then that had always been what Tig had found so appealing and Kozik always seemed to thrive under the punishing pace. That pressure was enough to have the blond seeing stars quicker than he would have liked.

Tig closed his eyes, his head rolling back as the blonds internal muscles clamped down around him, drawing him closer to the edge of the abyss, before hurling him over it. His nails bit deep into Kozik's sweat slackened sides, while he continued to slam into him, keeping up the pace throughout his release.

"Fuuuuckkkk!" Kozik yelled out in a raw battered voice that sent sparks straight through Tig's dick adding to the intensity of his climax. "D-don't y-you f-fucking g-go without m-me." he snarled.

Tig smirked arrogantly, his hand snaking quickly around to grip Kozik's abandoned manhood punishingly. He tugged at the rock hard member till he felt Kozik's anal muscles clenching once again. Determined that the man would not come before him, Tig stopped his ministrations while he thrush once, twice, three times. His release hit him square in the chest. His vision blurred and his head buzzed, he barely heard Kozik cursing him. But despite floating on the sexual high, he worked to finish wanking off the blond. His hand moving in sharp hard movements until he felt the warmth of his cum coating his hand. Then he lifted his hand away, pulled out and fell onto the bed, breathless and satiated.

Kozik collapse onto his slick stomach taking deep breaths, his eyes closed as he came down from his high, savouring the raw, battered and used feeling of his backside. After a few moments he flipped over and stared up at the ceiling. Both men's lungs fighting for oxygen.

"Now that's something I've missed." Tig sighed unthinkingly.

"Well if you'd patch me in you wouldn't have to go without." He knew it was the wrong thing to say the instant it left his mouth.

Kozik didn't need to look to know Tig was glaring furiously at him. As a distraction he flipped back over, his back to the sergeant, and shifted up the bed. Grabbing his cigarettes off the nightstand he fell back onto his pillow and lit one, taking a deep drag while watching Tig get to his feet and begin to dress. Kozik sighted, rolling his eyes and rested his head on his arm, the hand cradling the cigarette hanging off the side of the bed. He lay exposing his naked form to Tig's gaze, not that the man was looking. Kozik raised his knee, continuing to watch the older man dress and feeling of irritation clawing at his gut. The one thing you could always rely on with Tig was for him to fuck and fuck off. It was all "Typical."

It didn't take long for the sergeant at arms to get dressed. He didn't bother with his boots, picking them off the floor he headed for the door, not sparing the blond a look until he reached the door and heard him speak. His hand was resting on the handle when he heard the word. Tig's head snapped around to glare at the man with narrowed and dangerous eyes. "What?"

Kozik swallowed, he hadn't meant to say it out load, but now he had he couldn't just pretend he hadn't. He was a son after all. They faced the shit everyday. " I said typical."

"And what the fuck is that meant to mean?" He said, his face tight with rising anger.

"It means what it means. Do you need a dictionary?"

Tig's hand fell away from the handle to clench into a fist at his side, his dark brow raised. "Tacoma's turned you soft. You ain't my old lady. If I leave after fucking you, your damn right it's typical. Typical of what I do with any other random fuck."

Kozik narrowed his blue eyes at the other man, ignoring the slight sting of hurt his words sent through his chest. He wasn't a fucking chick, he was a Son and this was just sex. He ran his tongue over his lip, he could still taste Tig there. Wanting to take the taste away he lifted his cigarette to his lips, taking a deep lung filling drag, rolling the smoke around his mouth before releasing it.

"IF your leaving after a single fuck, you really are losing your stamina." he smiled smugly. It stretched wider at the storm that brewed in Tig's features. It was always so easy to push the guy's buttons. "Guess it's what comes from getting old."

An inhuman sound rolled out of Tig's throat as he stepped closer to the bed. "What?" he growled.

"Well, it's the only explanation I can think of. After all you stopped needing to sneak out of my room to avoid the guy's year's ago." he smirked. "First you're splitting after one round, next you'll be having to get those little blue pills from Jax's old lady."

The storm raging in Tig's eyes was the dangerous life threatening kind that meant you couldn't guess what he would about to do. Was he going to hit him or fuck him? Kozik couldn't tell, so he just met the deep blue eyes unflinchingly. Lust battling with anger in their depths.

When Tig turned and marched from the room without a word or punch Kozik stared wide eyed at the slamming door. Taking a deep breath he turned his head away from to stare up at the ceiling, confused and frustrated at the man's reaction. It didn't seem like Tig to just walk away like that. He couldn't deny that it hurt knowing that no matter what the man would never forgive him for his mistake. It seemed like a different life when they were actually close, when the man trusted him. - When he wouldn't leave.

Lifting his cigarette to his lips Kozik allowed his thoughts to drift.

A/N: Not sure if this is the end of the story, will have to wait and see what I come up with.

Thank you all for reading and reviewing. - And a special thank you to all those that are following my work. I greatly appreciate the support.

Oh and for those waiting for various follow up, I'm working on them but this just couldn't wait.