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the alpha/beta/omega meme
In our world, sexual roles are commonly defined by genders -- male or female or other, by sexualities -- gay or straight, bi or asexual or in-between. But what if they were defined by something else entirely?
Alpha/Beta/Omegaverse is a fusion of fanfiction tropes and animalistic behavior. In this world, sexual roles are divided into three categories: the Alphas (the dominant, the protective and the aggressive), the Betas (ordinary humans) and the Omegas (submissive, fertile and able to carry children).
RESOURCES:CONTENT WARNING: Below the cut contains descriptions of animalistic sexual behavior as applied to humans, situations of dubious consent, explicit situations, mpreg, and scenarios of societal oppression. Click with caution!
Fanlore on the Alpha/Beta/Omegaverse
Alphas, Betas and Omegas: A primer.
ROLES:
1 - The Alpha.
* Stereotypically type A personalities.
* Anatomically: Males have a penis; females may have a penis in addition to a vagina.
* Alphas knot their mates, meaning that the base of the penis swells and locks them inside their mate while they produce copious amounts of semen in an effort to breed.
* Strong sense of smell.
* Near an Omega in heat, they experience a compulsion to mate that is almost impossible to overcome.
* Alphas may go into rut, which is their equivalent of Omega heat, and drives them to mate.
2 - The Beta.
* Ordinary human being.
* Males have penises; females have vaginas.
* Can mate to anyone.
* Might be able to smell hormones of Omegas and Alphas, but will not be overwhelmingly affected by them.
3 - The Omega.
* Stereotypically submissive, quiet, intelligent and less physically able.
* Female anatomy is similar to Betas; males are self-lubricating and may have either an external or internal vaginal setup.
* Regularly go into heat, which involves being overcome by the urge to mate. They are unable to consent while in heat.
* May be made compliant by a bite to the neck. However, that may also induce a mating bond.
* Often regarded as second-class citizens or prizes to be won.
SITUATIONS:
1 - Bonding - Love at first sight. You've spotted your soulmate. You can smell them, you can feel them, you know that they'll be with you until the end of your days. Unless there's something between the two of you. It could be age - maybe one of you has to wait until the other has reached maturity. It could be that the bond is one-sided, and the other has yet to fall in love. It could be an unwanted bond, or society could have divided you into different places. Is your love strong enough to conquer?
2 - Heat/Rut - The need is coming on you strong. Everyone for a half-mile around can smell it. Better find someone to ride it out with, or hole yourself up in a room with a few bottles of water and a durable sex toy. And you'd better hope that there isn't someone out there who will take advantage of your pliable state. Best case scenario, there might be a Beta who can take care of you, or fend off anyone too predatory.
3 - Pregnancy - Whether through a heat or not, you're pregnant. Congratulations - or condolences. Is it time to start a family, or time to start panicking?
4 - Suppressants - You're using suppressants to keep yourself on an even hormone cycle, skipping heats, or maybe pretending to pass as a different class of society. After all, Omegas might want to be in the military, where they're not usually allowed - or an Alpha might want to take a job in a university or as a nurse. Shouldn't they be allowed to, if their hormones are suppressed? Just hope that you don't miss a dose.
5 - Mistaken Identity - That friend that you always thought was an Alpha, or an Omega, or a neutral Beta, turns out to be something entirely different, and your world is turned absolutely upside down. Does it challenge your preconceptions? Or does it just ruin the balance between you two?
6 - Unlikely Pairs - After all, there's no actual reason that Alphas have to mate with Omegas. Maybe two Omegas can satisfy each other. Or two Alphas. Or your intended mate could easily be a Beta. Maybe this is just about breaking out of your pre-established role and becoming something new.
7 - Manifestation - In some cases, an individual may not know they are Omega, Beta or Alpha until their first heat/rut/manifestation, usually happening in early teen years. It may take you by surprise; it may be a blessing, or may be a deep disappointment.
8 - Other - Adventures in getting jobs, making families, fighting bad guys, and anything else you can come up with!
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Of all the people he didn't expect to need babysitting, however, Mick was at the top of the list which left him...disappointed when he started seeing the usually gruff man walk into the territory of open hostility. And while he couldn't care less about the wellbeing of their rather incompetent captain, Jax didn't deserve that black eye, and there was only so much prodding Kendra could take before the mace came into play. Len was forced to intervene.
Thankfully he managed to corner his subordinate in the cargo hold, away from the others. Which suited him fine. This could get messy. Immediately setting a lock on the door as he enters, Len leans against the bulkhead, his posture the picture of nonchalance, though his eyes cautioned his own annoyance.]
Is there something you need to tell me, Mick? I can't help but notice you've lost your chill lately.
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What's really getting on his nerves, though, is the fact that he's noticing how much Len's changed. Being bad wasn't enough for him any more. Mick knew he was losing his partner, so he really didn't see a reason to stick around any more. Besides .. Nobody needed him. He hasn't even been able to punch and burn stuff, he wasn't stupid. Mick knew something fishy was going on. Rip was always singling him out. The ass thought he was being subtle about it but even if he has the IQ of meat, it didn't take no rocket scientist to see he was being benched like yesterdays news. Mick rounded on Snart when the other decided to confront him. ]
Only thing I'm losing is my patience. Should've listened to me and ran over that prick. I aint stupid, he's benchin' us. I say we hightail it out of here, cause some real damage. Steal something. You promised.
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[He pushes himself off of the wall and rounds on Mick, his expression now openly hostile.]
That sounds like a fantastic idea. And, oh, you're right. Rip's been insufferable the past while now. What say we kick him out along with the girl and the kid and get a move-on to the biggest heist of our lives, huh? I've been studying up on how to fly time ships at the community college and I know how great you are at hacking AI.
[Len hasn't noticed his own rut, though it would explain his own agitation and just how quick he is to anger today. All he knows is that Rory needs to be put in his place. They might be marching to the orders of another, but they're both still Rogues, which makes Len the alpha to defer to between the two. He pushes Mick as hard as he could before moving forward with the momentum and drawing his cold gun in the same move, pressing the muzzle into his chest. When he talks again, it's a snarl more than words.]
If you think I like it here any better than you, guess again. But face facts, Mick. We're not equipped for a heist, even if we wanted to pull one. There's no fun in wanton acts of teenage crop burning, and we sure as hell don't know how to get rid of the hangers-on without a clean getaway. And I don't know about you, but I don't really cotton to the idea of spending the rest of our lives in the 1930s corn belt.
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[ Mick huskily quipped, lightly narrowing his eyes on the emphasis of the very idea of burning something. Because if he's being completely honest, he'd just be glad to burst just about anything to flames. He'd be satisfied with that alone if he didn't love money so damn much. But even then. Rory was a simple man that would be satisfied with just about anything so long as he was breaking a set of rules. He wasn't going to be governed by anyone or anything, he was going to damn well do whatever the hell he wanted. Future or no future. They were pretty much all fucked anyways, so what was the harm in doing what he wanted? Why can't people just leave him alone, with the exception being Len of course. One thing he liked about his partner, though, was. He always kept his promises- much to his impatience, it takes a little longer than desired to see the fulfillment of his promises but Snart was nothing but consistent. Mick liked that. He smiled and nodded at the others words at first because when boss starts talking, he makes it seem as if everything's on the up and up. Convincing. Almost like it was the truth. Sometimes it was hard for him to distinguish someone was telling a genuine truth or if it was just sarcasm. Mick is slow to the realization that Len was making fun of him so when he finally did realize this, his expression dropped. As if in thought. He stated- ]
You're being sarcastic.
[ A quick movement and Mick lets out a disdainful growl like the cornered animal that he is. Revealing his own gun, he aimed it straight at his partner's face. An eye for an eye. This is what keeps his blood pumping. The thrill of danger. The thrill his life long partner grants him every time either one of them decide to get a little cheeky with one another. Fuck drugs, this was what got him high and it always showed in his crazy eyes. ]
I don't think. I know.
[ Shame on Snart. Thinking he could be a god damn hero to everyone on this ship. Mick knew better. He knew Len here loved breaking rules as much as him. He just needs to punch the sense into his partner or else he won't have a partner any more then where would that leave him? Leonard had always been the one who kept him grounded and somewhat sane. But take that away and Mick'll be more of a loose canon than he already is. ]
Speak for yourself. There's no one better at crop burnin' than me. But maybe you're right. Don't mean I gotta like it, though. What do you suggest we do, then? Because if you keep me holed up in this god damn ship any longer ..
[ Mind drifting, he looked down at the other as he waited for his friend to lower his gun. Knowing the other probably didn't want to blast a hole in this ship. Mick really didn't care, it would only choose to make this day a hell of a lot more interesting for the pyromaniac so it was a win/win for him. ]
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[Dry, condescending, much more like the normal Snart than the outburst before. Still, his face is naked emotion staring past the barrel of Mick's gun to the man himself. There's no fear in his eyes, but he knows as well as Mick does that the guns are mostly for show, to restate the fact that neither of them were beyond killing the other if they got out of line. And while most days Len vascillated on his opinion of Mick, the man was reliable, and while cunning in his own right, didn't really seem to have enough care to establish pack dynamics as long as he got the few things he needed out of life.
Still didn't mean he would drop the gun first. There was a principle to be taught here.]
I'll figure something out.
[He sighs and closes his eyes for one beat, two, before he slowly moves his hand to grip Mick's gun by the barrel and gently tugging down. He knows that some of this stems from his rather abrupt change in demeanor here. It isn't that he enjoys being the hero, but since the Flash first arrived on the scene a year before and Len got a taste for being Captain Cold, he's somewhat enjoyed being the center of attention. If it means playing the hero here occasionally, it isn't going to bother him any. He opens his eyes and his face morphs into its customary smirk as he looks Mick over.]
My special treat. But you have to do something for me first.
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Something. Like what?
[ His hand was firm and steady, unwaivering. Calloused fingers gripped tightly against his gun as he stood at the ready when and if his partner decided to attack him point blank like he was planning things were to go down. Didn't happen though. Slowly, with a couple few reservations of his own, he watched Snart's every ministration. Following him with his eyes, he allowed the other to lower his gun for him, always letting Leonard make the abrupt decision for him. Mick's eyes light up, imploring the guy to tell him because he was desperate to do anything at this point. ]
Name it.
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Without warning he sets a punch aimed at Mick's face, strong enough to level any other man, but he doubts it'll do the same to Mick. His hands then curl into his coat and he pulls him close, chest-to-chest with the big man while he lets the rest of his rage seep out.]
If there's something bothering you in the future, you tell me about it, understand? I fully comprehend that you're going through your rut right now, but we're here together. I won't have my men being a problem when we can easily sort this sort of thing out.
[He surges forward and bites hard into Mick's mouth, all passion and no tenderness. Before the other can respond, he grips him by the back of the neck and presses his thumb against his spine.]
Now submit.
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Mick never wants to see the day when the other has completely written him out of his life like he did before. Mick's head had gotten too hot on one of their heists, so he was punished. He didn't hear from Len for a long time after that. Then the brat got desperate on one of his jobs because The Flash got in his way, so mick was paid an unexpected visit from his villainous colleague. Being forced to promise he wouldn't lose his cool to the point where it would cost them their time and effort on a job. So far, Mick has cut it pretty close here. Because he doesn't think about things, he only lashes out in the height of his emotions. And by emotions, it's mostly just rage. He's still learning. Today is not the day for learning because a split second and Mick is furious again. Groaning at the punch to his face- which didn't really hurt him only annoyed him, teeth clenched, brows furrowed and fingers forming into fists, Mick used the whole stock of his body as a means to intimidate his partner as he stalked towards the other. Didn't matter who it was, he always used his bulky body to his advantage. Cornering the other into the wall now, allowing Len to be just as defiant still latched onto his jacket.
Then another attack. A bruising kiss. A bite. His angry furrowed brows changed to confused ones now but still holding a bit of anger to them but primarily confusion. What gives? The answer grants the other a barking laugh. ]
I don't speak submission. You're crazier than me if you think I'm gonna knuckle under.
[ Let alone being able to tell the other what was bothering him because he usually kept things to himself. That's not a promise he's willing to make. Since he doubts the other would do anything about putting his mind at ease about stuff in his head. The word "together" hardly meant anything to mick right now since its been awhile since he's actually felt like they were a pair. Everything changed after their visit to future earth 2046. At least for Rory it did. ]
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[His words are like shards of ice. For a moment Mick's refusal makes his nostrils flare before he reels it in for a moment of clarity. He's never asked for Mick's submission before, and now that it's in the open, he's mildly horrified that he's asking for it now. All he knows is that a couple of moments before, this tantrum of Mick's had been unacceptable. Despite the fact that Mick is a person of high passion when he actually gets worked up enough to care about something.
He should apologize, really. They are partners, even if the power distance skews in Len's favor most days. But Len's never apologized for anything. His fingers grip the coat tighter with his own frustration, but he manages to relax them, looking into Mick's eyes.]
You have to trust that I know what I'm doing. Question me if you need to. Rail against them if you want. But pick. Your. Battles from here on in. We can't just throw this opportunity away. They think I'm your alpha, Mick. Most people do. But we help each other out, you know that. This isn't a good time for a heist, and if they find out about any rampage staged by either of us, this goes up in smoke.
[Maybe there's some truth to Mick's thoughts. He'd never call himself a hero, but he's a glutton for theatrics. And some of the others- Sara, Stein, and even Ray when the mood strikes him- he doesn't hate. But they value his opinion. They trust him, and that's something he's only ever known with his sister and Mick.]
Lisa isn't waiting in the wings. There's no...convenient escape route for us. It's like Juvie all over again. We have to play smart because all we have is your strength and my head. There'll be better opportunities. So cool down. Please.
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What're you talkin' about, Snart?
[ Mick trusted the other with every fiber of his being but that wasn't the thing in question. His loyalty was because its been favoring everyone else but the pyromaniac. He saw this as a betrayal. Everyone on this ship was a threat to him because he wanted Len all to himself. The other has always paid attention to his needs but now the guy's attention is .. Divided. Call him jealous, whatever, but Mick didn't like change. It was always just the two of them but now he's being forced to share his partner. Mick doesn't do sharing. He never should have agreed to get on this fucking ship to nowhere. ]
I trust you, it's just everyone else I don't.
[ And that's all Len is going to get out of him right now unless Len wanted to underline the problem and solve this like he usually does, which is annoying for Mick since he hates talking about what he feels. He just feels strongly about things but not enough to actually talk about it. There have only been a few rare time of duress where the other has managed to get him really talking heart to heart. But it's mostly Len that's the smooth talker. Which makes Mick a little uncomfortable not only because he feels so much for the other but also since Len has always been strongly against feelings of his own and so when they have a heart to heart, it's usually unexpected and strange to Mick since Len rarely talks like this. He guesses it's because it's behind closed doors. Whatever makes the guy comfortable, he guesses. Mick gives a hefty scoff-]
What opportunity?
[ Really. He was curious to know what his friend would come up with because he knows it's gonna be a shit excuse. Len aint foolin' him. His nostrils flare up at the mention of the other being his alpha and suddenly he powers up his heat gun with only one thing on his mind. Moving towards the panel, noticing Len is blocking it, he barks out-]
Get out of my way. Whoever said that is gonna burn reeeeaaal bad.
[ Well, so much for cooling down, Captain Cold because you just made things much worse. ]
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No one's said it, Mick, but you can tell they're thinking it. Which works to our advantage. They think I can control you. We both know that not only do I not, but I won't. Your decisions are your own.
[He could if his head was clearer, if he really wanted to. Mick was a straightforward thinker, but Len knew how to work around that particular obstacle if he had the patience. He doesn't right now, but the fact that he even tried getting Mick to submit keeps him from entertaining the possibility.]
We let them think that I can control you, somewhat, then we stay on this ship longer. Suspicion about whether or not we mess up a mission is laid to bed...for a time. But ultimately they think that you won't make a move without me. We get the time to plan a job without Hunter and the Boy Scouts looking over our shoulder.
The opportunities, my dear Mick, revolve around Savage. I don't know why this Podunk nowhere county is so important to him, and I honestly don't care. What we do know is the things he has on him now aren't worth our effort. There's no money in it. But considering how things always go with us, we'll be up to our necks in chaos soon. Now don't that sound fun?
[His smirk returns, and in it his usual drawl that indicates even the prospect of it sounds fun. He takes a step closer to Mick, pulling his goggles up over his eyes.]
But I admit, I'm getting antsy, too. So, a peace offering, and that treat I mentioned. You ever see how quickly a crop can go up in flames?
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[ Their complicated relationship has always been like this. At eachothers throats until they're not. Or until Rory decides he's grown bored of their feud and ends up dropping whatever indifferences they had enough so that he's focused on something else with his time. It was really easy because he had a one track mind but he also had a short attention span. He'd be passionate for one thing but if there was something else that caught his attention even more, he'd go straight for it completely forgetting what he'd been previously doing. Mick doesn't realize this about himself because his head is so fucked up, there was only so much he could take before he goes insane. The people closest to him already know this. He's been caught a few dozen times. Mick knew he was crazy but he wasn't stupid like most people believe him to be. Sure, he's an airhead most of the time but sometimes he surprises people when he uses big words or knows more than what he's letting on. Why else do you think he doesn't lash out when people call him thick? "does that mean stupid?" Because he could if he really wanted to but he doesn't take it to heart. He's been called worse and it's something he can live with.
But Mick was also behaviorly stunted. He's never had someone who genuinely cared about what he had to say, so unless he was pointing something obvious out or some concern he had on a job .. Rory mostly just goes with the flow. Following whoever he's working with. The only time he makes any final decision on his own is when a job turns bad and he ends up leaving with the money. He's done that to lisa one time when they couldn't find Len. (father son shit show, whatever, Len got what he wanted. A dead deadbeat father. The bastard deserved to get killed.) His partner's sister might not look it but Mick's no fool, he knew she could take care of herself. Besides, it wasn't his job. Though he usually just leaves without telling anyone especially if they were people he didn't like. Giving a thoughtful glance, Mick repeats- ]
Longer.
[ Adding with a roar- ]
YOU'VE GOTTA BE FUCKING KIDDING ME
[ Mick didn't want to stay here any longer than necessary. And if Len knows what's best for him, he'd consider ditching these people too. Because he's not gung ho on getting himself killed. He aint no hero and he certainly aint gonna make the sacrifice play. Mick cared about one thing and one thing only. To keep himself and Snart alive. But it seems like every turn, they're getting balls deep in life threatening danger. The pyromaniac is all for it but he'd rather preserve his life. He knows he could've died at the hands of Vandal savage. His whole life flashed before his eyes when the bastard held him at gun point. His only thoughts were of Leonard. He'd never admit this but there was fear and regret in his eyes that night. He knows Leonard saw it, too. They don't talk about it. ]
Even if we end up deceivin' `em, I'm not gonna hand over my life to a group of people that would rather let me die. They'd probably get a kick out of it.
[ This was, of course a misconception but Mick didn't know this. The only thing he knew was that Savage had caught him off guard and tried to off him infront of everyone. Knowing that the others, Len included, were trapped behind security bars and couldn't save him even if they wanted to but that's besides the point. Point is, he couldn't trust anyone. Even on a good day, Len was barely his kind of people now. Mick is at a loss with that one. The thicker built man refused to tell Snart any of this because it was none of his godamn business. Any upperhand he had on his friend was better than none. That and he didn't like talking about these kinds of things. However, the mention of chaos makes Mick forget his angry musings. Giving the other a strong kiss on the lips, he says- ]
Heh. Knew you'd see it my way.
[ And with that, he moves boss out of the way with one arm and torches the entrance, making the ice shatter into a million pieces. It now ruined and granting his own freedom. Heat gun perched over his shoulder, he urges his partner with a smirk- ]
After you. We've got a hot date with crop burnin`.
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In the emptiness he's able to analyze himself and his behavior, and the recognition of an active rut manages to make him groan audibly in frustration, stalking out past Mick, who seems, at the moment, content to just burn something. Which is good, he supposes. If he gets that satisfaction, it means it gives him time to analyze Mick's own discontent without fear of the man overtly watching him.
That isn't on his mind so much at the moment, and with no other option available, he rolls his eyes and follows Mick out the door, physically pushing Rip out of their way as they leave the Waverider into a field not far from a bar's dirt lot. The options presented aren't much, but an old- even for the time period- pickup is parked far from any lights. Len grins and motions toward Mick as he stalks toward his mark, not even bothering to sneak over to case the thing.
No one in the lot. Unlocked car door. Keys resting comfortably on the dash. It's like someone was begging for the thing to be stolen. It's less than a minute after spotting the bar that the two are roaring down a farm road, looking for trouble. He can't help it when the urge comes over it, but Len actually lets out a yell, primal and excited. It serves to ground him as he looks to Len, a rare, real laugh on Mick's voice and a smile that isn't guarded.]
Give it a minute but after that, dear Mick, pick a mark. Any Mark, and by the end of the night all that's left is gonna be ash! No cops to stop us, and no Flash conveniently waiting to take us down.
[It's appealing to Len in the short term, but he knows he'll grow bored of mayhem soon. Just taking something wholesale without opposition has no fun in it. Wanton destruction grows tiring. And he knows that's a point he and Mick will never agree on, but the two could get beyond their disagreement over 2046. It's far from the first time they've had a fight over it. Mick will take whatever stimulates him without question, while Len prefers the use of his wits to get what he wants. Without a challenge or an audience, then what's the point? He's already loaded with money from jobs he's done over the years, hidden in various safe houses and bank accounts. At this point it's just entertainment, and Len would rather want an Oscar performance than a B movie special effect.
It's why he's confident this latest spat will blow over. They always do, eventually. And though they don't always work well together, Mick is still always going to be the first person he calls to his corner. Nothing would change that, no arguments, higher callings, heists, or death threats. The thought would probably make Len chafe most days, being dependent on someone. Even someone he's known since adolescence, but stuck in his rut as he is, all it does is make him smirk and send a conspiratorial glance Mick's way.]
Ready, partner?
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Mick had been suicidal after the act, a lot of years he hated himself. To this day he still has a bunch of raised straight cuts along the underside of his wrists. Them now being nothing but scars at this point in age but it always reminds him of what he's capable of. However, he's grown out of that rut since then and has never thought twice about offing himself since he had too much to live for now. And he knows what happened really wasn't his fault. He was just a stupid kid who did a stupid thing and that was it. That and .. He made a promise to Len when they were in juvie together when the kid found out about his self inflicting marks. There was a reason why he always wears long sleeve shirts. To hide his scars because not only was he ashamed of all his burns and cuts but because he knew how it made his partner feel. The promise they made. He didn't dwell on his childhood too much because what's done is done. There aint no changing things. Besides, he was fine and happy with the way things are now. Snart might have tried to change his own father but it was pointless seeing as nothing Lenny here did changed anything. His old man still ended up in jail and still made his partner's life a living hell. There aint no changing what's already set in stone, his friend learned this the hard way. Mick felt for him, he really did but he wasn't one to lend his shoulder to because he knew something like that would happen. He told him it was a bad idea. Idiot didn't listen to him, his loss.
His rut was nothing compared to how hot horny he gets with fire. He's like a fully erect animal at attention if he sees so much as an explosion. Marveling at the prospect. Roaring with laughter, Mick makes an abrupt stop when he finally sees a field of high dry grass. This was going to be BEAUTIFUL~! Mick promptly answers back at Len with a- ]
ALWAYS.
[ Putting his heat goggles on his face, he fires his gun. Rory barks with laughter as he starts at the cornor of the dead crops and watches how quickly it goes up in flames. It getting closer and closer to a what he assumes is an abandoned barn but he didn't give a care about it. Watching the flames rise higher and higher, black smoke filling the air. And then it finally spreads to the barn they saw only moments ago. It engulfed in flames, there were screams and people on fire it was music to his ears. And then a big explosion which made mick roar out- ]
AWESOME!
[ Turning to Snart, he asks with aim for approval- ]
ISN'T IT BEAUTIFUL? I LOVE IT.
[ And before he knew it, his rut became all the more stronger because within seconds and he couldn't control himself any longer. The fire and his rut made things all the more intense since he was passionate about both. With a heavy stride, Mick tossed his gun to the side without a care and cornered Len against the hood of their stolen truck. Mick was breathing hard and heavy, panting lightly as the fire lit up in his eyes the moment he removed his goggles. With a push, Mick stole a kiss from his partner with a low growl. With every intention of taking everything Len would give him because it wasn't just one of them that had a rut. Mick might not be able to let himself submit to the other's demands of bottoming like Len would prefer but the one thing he can do is take care of their sexual frustrations. ]
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[Snart never did understand what attracted Mick to flame. He just figured out the man was a pyromaniac early on with a literal fetish for the thing and accepted the fact, so long as it never got in the way with their work. This? Definitely counts as in the way but all Len feels is amusement with mounting arousal at how excited Mick gets over the whole affair. The heat's enough to make him discard his parka and make the sweater beneath uncomfortable even in the cool evening air outside of the danger zone as he sits on the hood of the old truck.
When he sees Mick heading toward him, discarding the heat gun and looking at him with intent, Len's mouth dries, and it has nothing to do with the heat. The push is expected, and the kiss a pleasant reward, which Len accepts and reciprocates easily. Once again his hands fist into that fireproof coat and Len pulls their bodies closer, enough that he can feel the hard plane of Mick's body even beneath their thick layers of clothing. His hips roll against Mick's stomach and he lets his legs wrap around the other's waistline, digging in with all of his strength. Mick won't submit, but this is an excellent consolation. He doubts the other will let him top, but this isn't about dominance anymore, at least not for him.
There's strength and-- some pain, but it's a sweet kind that only makes Len that much harder, tugging Mick so close that it'd be a fight to get away. It's passion, something he's always loved about the other, and God, why haven't they done this sooner? More often? Mick's always been his, so why haven't they ever done anything about it?
He pulls away slightly, looking dead serious into Mick's eyes. He lets go of one lapel, only to stroke along Mick's neck, right where one would bite to initiate the bonding process. In turn, Len turns his head just so, revealing his own spot to his partner.]
Give me everything.
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At this point, Mick had a bunch of ravishing plans for the other. Taking everything he could ever want from his partner. Roughly groaning into Len's mouth the moment he got caught in his clutches. Bodies pressed long and hard against one another's, it made Mick's head spin for a moment. As if their shared rut was seeping into each others. Mick didn't really know how to describe it other than this blind need to claim the younger man beneath him. Mick was strong but not enough so that he'd ever be able to ignore his baser instincts. Besides .. He hasn't gotten laid in a very long time and now was as best a time as ever. They were alone, there was chaos around them. What more could he ask for?
He's always felt this way towards Snart. He's always fought against it because he wanted to keep their relationship strictly professional amongst thieves that they are but it was hard not to grow close to Len. They had history. They were always in eachother's company. If Mick hadn't pissed Len off or vice versa and they weren't fuming at one another that day then everything was cool. They fought with eachother as much as they did for eachother. It was a mutual partnership. One that he never wanted to have with any other person so long as they're both alive and breathing. Mick thinks it stupid that Ray keeps thinking he can get through to him but it aint working. He already has a partner and he aint leaving around any applications for another. Mick knew he was Len's but like hell he was gonna admit that to anyone else in their ragtag team of rogues. Besides. They'd only end up using that against him and Mick really doesn't like THOSE odds.
Mick reacts in kind to how desperate Len is for him and grants the other a pleasing smile as he wraps his arms around Len and underneath him as he hugs the other even closer than they suffocatingly already were. Breathing in the other's scent, Mick groans again with the roll of his hips as he gets that delicious friction that his cock craves. Then the other gets looser and that was enough to warrant confusion across his features. His brows furrow in concentration momentarily as he looks into his buddy's eyes then lips and then back into his eyes again when Len speaks. Wondering what gives and it showed in his expression. Mick gave the other a thoughtful glance. The stroke to his neck was all he needed. Mick gruffly replied extending his neck so that the other could claim what was already his- ]
That's a given. Already yours. Always been.
[ Mick really wasn't one for complete sentences when he's this much involved with someone sexually. It makes him dumb like a blonde but the good kind of dumb. ]