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Pushing Boundaries

Fandom: Firefly Trilogy

Pairing: Otis x female reader

Word count: 4,310

Warning: Death, jealousy, cannibalism, werewolves. Everything in this series is likely some sort of trigger?

Author's Note: Part four of Monsters in Plain Sight. Thanks to @tinalbion for allowing me to tease this idea and play it in a few different ways before it ultimately settled like this. And huge thanks to @warriorqueen1991 for reading to assure me that it wasn't as choppy as it felt. As always, likes are appreciated, but comments and reblogs are what keep the muses fed and the writing coming.

The moon hung low in the darkness, hovering just above the horizon. Seemingly like a vast expanse waiting to be explore. It provided more light than was typical, glowing over the arid land that was the middle of nowhere Texas. Few would truly appreciate it's beauty the way that it deserved. And that was okay. Becuase they didn't need to. They just needed to be out and about, stumbling through the barely lit landscape. Be it through drunken revery. Or some misguided attempt to connect with nature. Really, any reason that drew they out was good enough for you. With keen night vision, visibility was hardly ever a problem for you, though if they could see better, it meant that they could see you coming. So, it presented a different sort of challenge for any hunt. You had to be more aware. A little more stealth was required. Not that such things bothered you, in fact, it presented a little more of a challenge and therefore was just a little more fun. The bright, soft light gave hunting a more ethereal feeling, bringing you that much closer to the vast world around you, less human. The guardian of the night was ever the watchful presence and on nights like tonight, she never felt closer and more powerful. A cascade of howls echoed through the flatland, a predatory joyous sound that echoed doom for some poor, unfortunate soul.

Screams soon mingled, desperate sounds that were doomed to go unanswered. Frenzied growls and snarls could be heard for several long moments before the near dead silence took over once more. Only those closest to the scene of the slaughter could hear the crunch of bones and wet sounds of flesh being torn. Meaning no living soul heard a thing.

A good hunt was deeply satisfying in a way that was almost impossible to put into words. Perhaps that was part of the reason that it had been easier for you to allow yourself to get closer to the Firefly family. Not only were they predators like you, not only were they killers, they understood the urge and the feeling that came with the kill itself. They understood the need for it. Foxy wasn't any different from the rest of his family, even if his overall demeanor was more calm, maybe even what could be classified as more relaxed and humorous. He had slotted into routine nearly effortlessly. As if he had been there the whole time. It had only taken him a few weeks to be able to adjust, to understand, to adapt. He was able to learn quick and get the hang of things with a speed that you hadn't fully expected but maybe should not have been surprised to see. He belonged to the family and had proved it on that first hunt that you had taken together. Embracing the instincts and the demands of the beast was far easierwhen it had come natural most of one's life anyway.

The two of you ran and moved together on a runt like a well oiled machine. As if you had been part of the same pack for years rather than you teaching him as a new wolf. If you hadn't already been integrated into the pack and accepted the Fireflys as your own, with a similar ease in finding a routine, it may have given you pause and brought up far more worry and concern. Evenings like this just felt natural and like it was meant to be. A very extension of your own being. Pieces simply fell into place. A deep sense of comfort and belonging. Your family. Your pack.

The hunt was over and you were making your way back to the house. Foxy was being a shit, as he often was. The sharp sting came each time that he nipped at your flanks and haunches. An annoying habit that he loved to use to get a reaction out of you. The occasional growlstipped from you and with each approach he made, you met it with a half-hearted swipe. Your claws would catch his snout every so often, retaliation for his teeth catching your flesh. No true damage done on either end, a clear show that it was all play between the both of you. Live a pair of siblings that knew where the line was and where it could not be crossed. There was no need to cause some injury that was genuine or take a little time to heal. You weren't far from the house when Foxy became a tad more insistent in his actions. A particularly hard nip actually buckled your legand caused you to turn and tackle him without any warning. Sure, playing was one thing but there was that line. Some excess energy too. It was easier to workout now, in this method, than at thehouse. Each play fight also benefitted Foxy. It taught him how to use his body, his strength, his weapons against another wolf. The chances of you coming across another wolf was slim. But, when he went back out on the road the possibility was higher than he assumed.

Not to mention, the surprised sound that came of the still newly minted wolf was well worth it and any light injury that could come. Instantly, they were tumbling and rolling around in the dust like a set of pups. Inhuman snarls and growls filled the air once more. Vicious sounds that gurley caught the attention of whoever was may have been in the front of the house. Hardly a concern. Your focus was on ensuring Foxy learned a lesson and did not get the chance to act smug because he got one over on you. With a quick motion, you had him by the scruff of his neck. There was just enough pressure to get him to pause. You thought he was about to admit defeat. Instead, he swiped out and shook, attempting to toss you forward. That was something that was entirely unexpected and you lost your balance. A fact that he used to his advantage and twisted out of the hold that you had on him. The movement was faster than anticipated and your own momentum allowed him to get the upper hand. In the blink of an eye, you were pinned down beneath the newer wolf. If Foxy could have grinned, he would have. It came out in the form of an excited little whine. With his back paw pressed into your stomach, weight helping keeping you pinned, and his own teeth pressed to your jaw. The position was a tight one, likely not something that you could free yourself from without some injury and a distraction to him.

After a few seconds, where he surely was gloating, Foxy finally released the hold he had on your neck and playfully nuzzled against you. He hadn't eased up his other hold yet. You huffed, wriggling to try and get yourself free, nipping at his muzzle which only brought more amused to the other. After a few more moments of teasing, he finally shifted back to let you up and you mistakenly thought it was the end of it. His larger frame pressed to your side, head butting your softly. The affection and play wasn't anything that was all that unusual for wolves, built into the genetics of the pack animal mentality. It was with ease that the two of you shifted mid stride, the laughter that came from the man suddenly filling the air.

"Yeah, keep it up asshole." You shot back, though the grin likley ruined the effect. You couldn't deny that you enjoyed spending time with the other wolf. He had thrown an arm overe your shouders as you made your way to the house. A conversation about the hunt had been started, leaving iyou a little oblivous to the fact that the door had opened.

"The fuck is going on out here?" As automatic as breathing, your eyes shifted over to find Otis, the smile still on your face. It was a contrast to the scowl that adorned him, a little deeper than the near permenant one that was often around. Foxy was still laughing, his arm not moving from your shoulders and all but ignoring the presence of his half brother. Feet carried you towards the man in question, slipping from the grasp of the one beside you. A small squeeze and your body was slotted between his and the railing on the porch, no thought given to the tension that screamed out in his posture or the fact that he had yet to look to you, his gaze still fixed on Foxy. There was no thought given to the dirt and blood that caked your hands and your neck. No one in the family minded, least of all Otis.

"Just getting back from a hunt." Fingers played at his waist line before the touch settled halfway between his abdomen and his side. "Apparently the cooler weather brings out more drunken idiots." As Foxy came up the stairs, Otis stepped closer to you, pinning you against the railing as hi hands found your hip, squeezing tightly. The touch wasn't anything that you weren't accustomed to, so little thought was given to the act. In fact, it was something that you welcomed more than anything. Your healing ability meant that you didn't often wear marks that he could leave but that didn't mean that those he managed weren't proudly held for the short time that they were present.

"It was a damn good one too." Foxy had shifted closer, still grinning wildly. "Fuckers didn't know what hit them." That was when you felt it. The underlying rage that was rising within Otis. Muscles taunt, ready for a fight. Maybe something had happened int he house while you and Foxy were out. Those warning bells were ringing in your head, demanding that you do something to soothe the situation. Your fingers slipped to his waistband again, giving it a little tug in hopes that the action would pull his attention from Foxy to you.

"Nothing saying that you and I can't go out on a hunt." It was one thing to get in time as a wolf, it was another to do so as a human. Besides, you liked watching Otis work. The calculation and methodology was very different from anyone else. Well, often he didn't have to hunt down prey. They came scurrying along from the aid of others.

The offer finally caused him to look back to you and you could see the hint of red that was lingering in those blue iris. Calculating. They narrowed slightly, clearly an assessment of the offer. As if you were attempting to trick him with the comment. Hardly. Maybe when you were feeling up to the task, you would tease the man that was your alpha, but never would you be so mean as to tease him with a hunt. You offered an easy smile, remaining relaxed and comfortable under the possessive hold.

"Fuck off, Foxy. Bunny and I need to talk." Instead of taking the unspoken warning that was layered within the words, Foxy inched closer still.

"Aww, why don't I grab Baby and we make it a family thing?"

"I said, fuck off." Otis shoot his brother a look that was normal reserved for the victims that came wandering into the lair of the Firefly clan. Deadly serious. For just a moment, you thought that Foxy was going to continue to challenge Otis. It certainly looked like he was about to say something else but Baby came wandering to the door. baby might be the most unhinged of the family, but she certainly knew how to read the brothers well.

"You guys are back!" She bounced out from behind the door. "Come on, Foxy. I have a surprise for you." With a quick grab of his hand, she gave the man no chance. Thankfully, she wasn't looking to instigate the issue and watch in amusement, something that had been done on more than one occasion. Foxy's gaze lingered on you for a moment and you gave a subtle nod of your head to get his ass moving before there was a fight. Otis was coiled tighter than a spring and ready to snap. The two disappearede inside, though it hardly brought any relief to the man before you.

"I may have gotten my hands on a piece of information about some tourists coming through the area…some traveling entertainment group or another. Six or seven of them at most, but thought it would make a nice little gift for you." His free hand reached up, gripping the back of your neck with a bruising force, making a small whimper come from your throat before you could catch it. Instantly, you were further relaxed against him, fighting the hold in order to bare your neck to him.

"You have me curious." He murmured before leaning in and biting harshly at the junction of your neck and shoulder, surely drawing blood. If he kept that up, you might just never get to tell him about the hunt that was going to happen. Thought was quickly draining from your awareness, focus narrowing down to the man before you. Agitated, frustrated. Something definitely had set him on edge. There was blood on his lips as he pulled back, the lingering hints of anger still playing over his face. "Charlie called. Cutter and I gotta head out to help him take care of some shit. Need you to hang around the house, keep an eye on Baby and Ma." That level of trust wasn't to be taken lightly. RJ and likely Foxy were still going to be around but that was not an offer that you would shrug off. With Foxy around, you had sort of resumed half living in the house, half living out on the land again. Living in the house for a few days wasn't the worst. Maybe it was about time to be home anyway. That's what the Firefly house was. The pack home.

"I can do that." He nodded.

"Good. Now, up to the room. I wanna hear about this hunt." His grip barely relaxed on you. In fact, he seemed content to refuse to release the hold that he had on the back of your neck. Instead of fight it, you found yourself laughing a bit, leaning in to lick at a spot of blood that had trailed down his chin before shifting, mindful of the grip to do just as he asked.

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Three days into your stay within the confines of the house and things had been eventful, as anticipated. Yet it hadn't. Baby was more than happy to have you around. Cuddling, talking your ear off, making you help her play with some of the toys that had been kept around. No hunting just yet and oddly enough, that was fine with you. Mama was thrilled to have you back arouns full time, fussing over you like she had done when you first arrived. Having home cooked meals wasn't anything to bat an eyelash at and you weren't in the business of complaining about it. The others either acknowledged your presence and moved on about their lives or asked for help here and there. All except Foxy. The other wolf in the house had been particularly clingy. His presence was almost always near and if it wasn't hanging back to watch, it involved some sort of contact. For the most part, you chalked it up to being a new wolf. Pack instincts were difficult to shove down and ignore. You had time to get used to it, years of forced and self imposed practice at it. Between him and Baby, you rarely found any personal space but has grown accustomed to it once more so it hardly bothered you. The time you did get alone was spent in Otis's room. Surrounded by the familiar scent soothed the urge to run and ignore the responsibility that had been laid on your shoulders. You also wouldn't admit it aloud but you missed the man. Sure, you could go a few days without seeing one another still at times. But, it was different since he wasn't well within reach.

Things went on that way for another few days until it had been almost a week since Otis had left. beyond the normal chaos of life, nothing terrible had happened. That left you feeling a bit proud to be bal eto make such a report when Otis did come back.

The strongest heat of the summer had finally set in, making the days miserable. You were thankful that you were inside. Baby was in her room, doing who knew what with the toy that had been hanging on. Surprisingly. The fans that were going in the living room and the low hum of the television as it played the old movie was creating a pleasasnt white noise. Lulling and relaxing. There was plenty of things to be done. As always. But, the majority of the important chores had been finished. You had helped Tiny earlier in the day, spending a few hours dragging some bodies out to another burial site about two miles off the property.

Relaxing on the couch, your attention was only half on the film playing on the TV. Foxy had sprawled his lanky frame across the couch, his head in your lap. While his eyes were trained on the screen, he had been spouting off about a money making idea. You snorted softly, rolling your eyes as you glanced down to finally see him looking up at you, grin stretched out across his features.

"Take that smoke and blow it up someone else's ass," ypu replied, shaking your head. "I don't like people. And I don't have any interest in fucking on camera."

"Never said anything about fucking on camera."

"You honestly think I would believe you're going to start a legitimate movie studio?" You raised your brow and Foxy laughed. "That'll be the day I become a fucking vegetarian."

"Aww. Come on." Foxy knew he was defeated but that didn't mean that he was going to give up on the idea or the teasing. That much you had learned about the man since he had arrived at the Firefly homestead. You growled lowly. To which, the little shit that he was, just growled back and playfully snapped his teeth. You shoved his head off of your lap in respone. It pulled an amusing whine from him, something far more pitiful than he should have been capable of given what you knew of the man.

A familiar scent reached your nose and suddenly, nothing that had been happened mattered. You stepped over Foxy, who hadn't realized what you were doing and reached out to grab a hold of you, snagging you around the waist and pulling you back down. Right into his lap. Another growl, this time far more aggressive rumbled from within and you smacked at his arm, ready to use claws and draw blood if need be.

"What's the rush?"

"Let go." Of course, he didn't listen, keeping you pressed to his frame. Strength matched strength so it wasn't like it was the easiest to break free from his hold. The previous threat that had gone unspoken was held, your claws digging into his forearm.

"Fuck, come on Bunny." He grunted and his arm dropped away, leaving just enough of an opening for you to slip from his grasp, just as Otis entered the room. It may have appeared a little overeager but you had wanted to greet him at the damn door. The problem? The look on his face screamed murder, his entire posture coiled and ready to launch an attack. It would have been amusing to see him bear his teeth, towards Foxy of all people, as if he was a wolf. However, it was a situation that you had to diffuse quickly unless you wanted a blood bath on your hand. Did you really think the two would make a serious attempt on each other? No. They were family. But, the amount of rage that was rising in the room was palpable. Foxy held his arm, watching the wounds heal, not yet looking towards Otis. Probably a good thing if you were honest.

"Didn't expect you back for another few days." You moved over to him but this time, his attention didn't slip over to you.

"You wanna explain to me why you were touching Bunny like that?" The words were remarkably calm for the anger that you felt rolling off him and that was not good. A calm angry Otis was the most dangerous Otis.

"Relax Whitey." Foxy started, finally looking up and taking in the challenge that was before him. It hit you in that moment, watching his jaw tick and Otis practically grind his teeth. He thought Foxy was trying something. Jealousy? Maybe. Possessive? Beyond a shadow of a doubt. No one had ever been a real threat to the position before now. Men could look, chat, make passes but they were nothing more than prey and meals to you, something that Otis always knew. Foxy was different. Foxy was a wolf. Foxy was a memeber of the family, a killer. Someone who understood the life. Actual competition. Suddenly, smaller things that had happened over the last few weeks snapped into focus. Reactions that Otis had over things that you hadn't given much thought. Still, it wasn't possible that Foxy was interested. Right? No, he was being a wolf.

"Don't tell me to fucking relax." He stepped closer to Foxy, one hand curled at his side and the other inching towards the spot on his leg where he kept his knife. That would be an utter shit show. Briefly, the thought that perhaps it was time to turn Otis flickered through your mind. Now was hardly the time to entertain it. It would make the fight a tad more fair. How you ended up separating them was a question tghat you had no answer to just yet. You shifted, keeping closer to Otis for now, attempting to draw his attention off of Foxy. "I'll fucking relax when you keep your fucking hands to yourself."

The growl that came was warning enough for you. Foxy wasn't backing down. Though, in hindsight it shouldn't have come as a surprise when Otis was the first to swing. Apparently, his normally razor thin sense of patience was entirely nonexistent today. It was that first movement that had caught Foxy off guard. He hadn't thought Otis would really do it. The blow landed square on the jaw, snapping his head to the side. Eyes red, teeth bare, and utterly feral. Otis wasn't wt all in any sort of state to realize that it wasn't the smartest idea to pick a fist fight with a wolf. And you didn't want to see the reaction that could come from Foxy. Under any other circumstance, you were certain that they would probably each walk away with some bruises and that would be it. But, Foxy was a wolf. Both men's emotions were ramped up. The consequences now were far greater. You shoved your way between them, body blocking Foxy in the process as he went to lunge back at Otis.

"Foxy, fuck off. That's enough." Your own snarl mingled into the words, fighting a shift. It wouldn't be helpful in any direction. Tiny and RJ seemed to appear at the commotion. Thankfully it wasn't Baby. Those two were less likely to cause more agitation. Foxy snarled back at you, truly animal like. "I ain't dealing with this fucking pissing contest." Not that your words mattered to the rage that fueled the movements. Nor was the involvement appreciated. From either party it seemed. The rake of claws against the skin of your back was painful but the wound would heal quickly enough. The repressed grunt was enough to push Otis over the edge, knife flashing wildly. Thankfully, Mama appeared and let out a shout, enough to momentarily distract the men and let you shove Foxy in the direction of Tiny and RJ. They understood the silent command well enough and shifted to try and corral the other wolf out of the room.

"What is going on?"

"Sorry, Mama..." You apologized, though Otis was still in the middle of his fit and before anything else could pass your lips, his hand clamped tightly around your throat. You gave a subtle motion for Mama to head off while relaxing entirely under the harsh grasp. Fighting it would only make whatever was happening worse. Or maybe he wanted a bit of a fight. You focused all your attention back onto the raging beast of a man, who was all but snarling in his own right. Blood soaked your shirt but the wounds on your back were healing already. The knife in his hand was brought up to your cheek, point pressed hard enough to break skin. Oh, he was seriously pissed. The knife didn't always come into play and when it did? It was never the face.

"The fuck has been going on?" You knew that the honest answer wouldn't be believed but you weren't about to lie to him either.

"Can't speak…for Foxy." It was hard to push the words out as he compressed your windpipe. If you wanted him off of you, you could easily make it so but you weren't about to do that. "Nothing. Only….you, Otis." Foxy could bark up that tree all he wanted. You only had eyes for the man before you. Now, it was seeing what needed to be done to get back in his good graces.

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