Disclaimer: I do not own DC's Legends of Tomorrow.

A/N: Spoilers for all of Season 1. Alpha/Beta/ Omega Dynamics.

Pairings: Ray/And nearly everyone.

The Waverider's Omega

Mick Rory

Omegas were rare, male Omegas more so. And Ray aside, Mick has only met two other Omegas, Lisa; Snart's sister, and Yvonne.

Yvonne had been an Omega who had moved in the house down the way from his family farm, she quickly became his safe haven from his father's temper, and been the only person to put fear in his father's eyes.

Three years of patience, kind eyes, warm arms, and something close to a home was the life of Mick Rory.

Yvonne died of cancer when he had been fourteen.

Despite where his life went after her death, Yvonne stayed with him, it was the way he acted with Omegas who crossed his path, the way he acted with Ray; whose scent he couldn't place but he liked regardless.

Mick was the first, and probably the only one who had seen what Ray had been up too, mainly because Yvonne had done something similar with him when they had first met. Naturally, he was suspicious, but it was after the gulag. After Ray called him his Alpha, that he realized that Ray was genuine, and he gave in. He found that being around the Omega gave him a calmness that he thought he lost the day Yvonne died, Ray never minded the man-handling, had been honest with him about the Alpha's obsession with fire (concerned, not understanding why, but understood that it was what made Mick, Mick). And just genuinely enjoyed the Alpha's company, which was rare when he met other people.

Then the Time Pirates and his time as Chronos happened, once he was locked up in the cell of the Waverider, Mick hadn't expected Ray to come visit. Ray who ignored the taunts, and death threats, who smiled and brought him food. Who talked, and talked. Who missed him. Mick was expecting distance at best, and hated at worst. He wasn't expecting….. well Ray (and honestly, Mick's sure no one can expect Ray). It remained him so much of Yvonne, that for once in a very long time, Mick was scared. So he took a page out of Len's book and hid.

Ray left food at his door.

He continued to hide until he realized that he was being an idiot.

Ray had been very happy.

~.~

The first time (well second time, but considering they were about to be tortured, neither had time to pay attention to anything else.) Ray had seen his burns, Mick walked into the kitchen dressed in his pajama pants for a mid-night snack, and found Ray at the table eating Rip's secret stash of vintage cereal. The Omega had looked up when the Alpha entered, and upon seeing Mick's burns, he didn't ask what happened, there was no unspoken question in his eyes or lips; he merely offered some cereal. And the burns obviously didn't disgust him, like most others, if the way he touched them during their cuddle time was to go by. Barely there caresses that he felt on his arms.

It was nice.

~.~

Ray smelt like the team, smelt like Pack.

The fact that Mick considered the team Pack told a lot about his feelings for them, and about himself. That being said, it still didn't stop the urges to Mark. It made him twitchy, and grumpy that he couldn't strip the Omega down, rub and lick everywhere until Mick's scent was the most dominate. The only good that came out of not being able to do so, was Ray spoiling him with extra marshmallow treats. Still his urges gave him pause for thought.

Scent Marking usually consisted of sharing clothing, bed, Tucking, or as Mick had been doing; rubbing against Ray's cheeks and neck. All very typical, and platonic for their relationship. Marking on the other hand, was something more intimate, and usually reserved for mates.

Mick isn't sure he wanted Ray for a mate, all he knew was that Ray was his, and wanted to keep it that way. Which he eventually told Ray, after no longer being able to take it anymore. That, and Snart threatened to sic Sara on him if he didn't fix the problem.

"…Oh."

Ray scratched the back of his head, cheeks pink, and expression a mixture of surprise, confusion and flattered. He was also in nothing but a towel, and still a little damp from the shower. The Alpha probably should have waited until Ray had put some clothes on first before ambushing him.

Len may be onto something about that tact thing.

"That's," Ray started then stopped, brows furrowing in thought for a long moment before speaking again, "honestly, I don't know how to answer that."

Well, it wasn't a no.

Ray shuffled on his feet, and the hand on the towel tightened its grip, the Omega looking down at his feet as he mumbled. It's only when Mick is considering telling Ray to forget it does the man speak.

"Okay." he said.

"Okay?" Mick blinked.

Ray nodded, "Not sure how the others are going to take it, but it's okay with me."

The only person's reaction Mick was somewhat concerned about was Len, but he could handle him, though Sara may do some bodily harm.

"Can worry about that later." Mick thought as got up from the chair, herded Ray into the bed, and had the Omega lay on his back.

Although it was late enough that no one would disturb them, Mick still had Gideon lock the door as he climbed on top of the Omega, and shoved his face in Ray's neck. Ray chuckled, and titled his head back, the chuckle turned into hitched breath when Mick rumbled and licked; the Alpha's nose twitching at the low burn of arousal. He licked a line from the hollow of Ray's throat all the way to his chin, he covered every inch of neck with his tongue, finding the sound of hitching breath pleasing to listen to. His hands moved from where they were resting on hips, and up to pectorals, they slid over skin before fingers rubbed nipples.

Ray gasped, hips beneath him twitched, and the smell of arousal grew. The Alpha's cock twitched.

Mick's head went down, licking every part of skin as he does. Fingers that had rubbed until nipples harden, were replaced by the Alpha's tongue, and though the strokes were quick; Ray still let out a little mewl and his legs started to part instinctively.

This was why Marking was done between mates, because the body was the body, and stimulation was stimulation.

Arms wrapping around the back of his neck as he continued to go lower, told him that Ray didn't seem to mind, which was good enough for Mick as he dipped his tongue in the Omega's navel; and did he mention that Ray smelled good? Because he does, very good. Mick's cock twitched, and started to harden.

Ray squeaked, surprised, when suddenly his towel is snatched off and a nose was shoved in his groin. Mick rumbled, nudged, and breathed in the musky scent. The arms around him tightened when he gripped thighs to lift and spread legs wider. He licked all over Ray's groin, his dick, his balls, the soft skin just behind. Closer, and closer, he got to the place where Ray smelled the strongest, and was very much wet; near dripping. He stopped, and looked up at Ray; he saw wet red parted lips, flushed face, and dark eyes.

"Turn over." he said, throat suddenly very much dry and rough, cock twitching and leaking.

Ray does, and Mick started all over again, licking and rubbing the skin under him, up the back and down. Ray mewled when suddenly Mick's whole body is pressed down on him, and the Alpha's nose was in his neck again. The Omega's scent was changing, smelling more like Mick's, but it wasn't enough. There was one other thing he could do, but he couldn't; because it was Ray. But it was Ray, his Omega,and— Mick hadn't realized he was whining, or that he was all but humping against the Omega's ass. Until he felt hands on the back of his neck, and heard a voice full of reassurance, and understanding.

"Go ahead," Ray purred, gasping when Mick's hips suddenly thrusted against him, the Omega purred again, nuzzling as best he could, "it's okay, I said you could. I want you to."

Mick's cock was freed from his pants, and in his hands before he had time to process it, his palm moved fast and hard. And when he came, it was with a quiet grunt, muffled by the way he had set his teeth on Ray's nape in a way that had the Omega go limp. Ray stayed limp as Mick rubbed as much cum as he could over his body. Wiggling onto his back and staying underneath, when the Alpha was done. The two stared at each other. For Mick, it was to see if the other was going to freak out, or something. Instead, Ray rubbed their noses together until Mick rubbed back.

"Okay?" Ray asked quietly.

"Pretty sure I should be asking that question Haircut."

Ray hummed before placing a hand between them, Mick moved back curious, the hand went between legs and Mick watched –because at this point, why not?- as Ray got his fingers wet. Then used his other hand to lift up Mick's shirt, and rubbed those wet fingers on his skin.

Oh.

~.~

The whole team was eating breakfast, apparently someone had made it, when the two of them entered the kitchen. Six heads snapped up, nose flaring, faces morphing into various expressions.

Rip looked like he wanted to throw Mick into the deepest darkest black hole. Jax's expression was a mix of "does that mean Mick is my new daddy?", and "eww mom had sex!". Sara looked very proud, though of who, he wasn't sure. She also had a protective gleam in her eyes, once again, Mick isn't sure for who. Kendra looked torn between being supportive, and wanting to shove her mace up Mick's ass. Stein had the face of a father who had walked in on his child making out with the local troublemaker. And Snart had the look that said he knew why Mick had done it, but he didn't like, and will probably do something about it very soon.

Mick grinned.

Ray yawned, and made a beeline for the coffee.

Mick followed, holding back a snicker when he pressed up against Ray's back as he waited for his turn, and got a few growls. Growls that got Ray's attention, and after poking Mick to move back, he turned his attention to the rest team.

"My virtue is still intact." he said.

Sara opened her mouth, Ray beat her to it, "Though my scent says otherwise, Mick and I are not a couple, or even having sex. Any more questions will have to wait until after coffee."

"But—"

"No."

"I—"

"Nope."

"Ray—"

"I will revoke desert privileges."

Sara closed her mouth, and pouted.

~.~

By the time they land in Salvation, Dakota 1871. Ray smelt like Pack again, Mick's scent no longer the dominate. This was due in part of the Team all but pissing on Ray in their quest to Scent Mark the Omega. After the surprise, and shock had worn off, and Mick more or less explaining why. The Alpha had figured there would be some kind of territorial dispute over Ray. It was, but it was more friendly competition then Alphas fighting over an Omega. It probably helped that Ray found it amusing, and went along with it. He even kept score.

Kendra won, but everyone was sure she cheated via tickling and wielding.

Anyway, they were in Dakota, 1871. And Rip, as always, was making a fuss about them interacting with the time period. This time however, it didn't look like he wasn't going to budge, not even under Ray's puppy-eyes. Puppy-eyes that the Omega turned to Mick for help.

The Alpha didn't even bother trying to resist. "I'll keep an eye on them," Mick then said to Rip, "don't worry, I'll be your good boy."

He's pretty sure he's Ray's good boy, but details.

~.~

Jonah Hex was very interesting, even more so when he told them he knew Rip.

Jonah Hex also seemed to like Ray. Really like Ray, if the once over he gave the Omega was any indication. And Ray, well, Mick isn't sure if his Omega liked the man. Or was kind of scared of him. It was a toss-up.

"No Jonah." Mick heard Rip say.

The Alpha stopped just short of coming out onto the main deck, and listened, curious as to what the Captain and Bounty Hunter were talking about.

"I'm just lookin, no harm in that." came the raspy voice of the Outlaw.

"It is when it's Mr. Palmer."

"Ah," Mick thought as he leaned against the cool metal walls, "this is gonna be fun."

"Jealous? Or does he belong to one of your crew?"

Actually Mr. Hex, it's the other way around.

"Is not Gideon."

Denial is not a healthy thing to have Captain.

"I'm not in denial."

Are too.

"Are not! I swear Gideon I will ripe out your circuits if you keep it up."

You will not Captain, Mr. Palmer will not only let you, but he'll deny you those peanut butter cookies you like so much.

Jonah crackled.

Mick was starting to like the man.