AN: I want to thank all my reviewers: spoonring, lollismack, ryla, molodoo, bre, QTO5, Name's Nick and BlackNightBunny – I appreciate all your comments. I hope you continue to enjoy this story.

This was supposed to be a couple of paragraphs long as a lead in to the next part of the story but Peter and Stiles couldn't stop with the banter and it turned into a whole chapter.

Spunk

"Okay, I know you said you were going to keep me on a short leash until we left town but this is ridiculous." I tugged on the nylon rope that was double knotted around my waist as I lagged behind Peter, slowing down just enough that he had to keep a constant pull on his end to keep me moving up to speed.

Peter was trying to make a point. Not that I was really upset, in fact I was amused as hell over the silly rope. It was loose enough that I could easily slip its bonds in just a few seconds and my worry-wolf had added an extra layer of padding before wrapping it around me.

Peter tends to forget that I can make a good point too. With a smug smile that he missed I swung wide at the corner and let the rope wrap around an ornate light pole and braced myself for the jolt. Peter actually pivoted all the way around when he reached his end of the leash, huffing at me with exasperation.

"Stiles, stop playing." He pulled on the rope which towed me a step closer to the pole. With Peter's strength he could have easily yanked me into the pole or dragged me down the street but he waited patiently as I slowly untangled myself. I didn't hurry.

By the time I sauntered over to where he stood Peter was getting just a little red in the eyes. "You put me on a leash and I pull your tail." I was becoming immune to the wolf eyes.

Pulling me close and tucking his nose into the exposed flesh at my shirt collar he play growled, "You are having too much fun with this." I didn't bother to answer just tilted my head back and enjoyed the feel of Peter pressed against me.

"We still need to get some breakfast and supplies before we head out." Resting his hand at the small of my back Peter herded me toward the café where even in the early morning the sloe eyed humans sat waiting in the windows.

The first thing I noticed when we entered was that all the humans in the establishment were either kneeling at their Other's feet or sitting in their laps. Peter dropped gracefully into the single chair at a small table and stared up at me with twinkling eyes to see what I would do.

Suddenly what had been a diversion for me was brought cruelly into focus. I was playing a game, the rest of the humans in this room were living the reality. The anger was sharp and left an acidic burn in my veins as it flowed through me.

"Fuck you." I snarled yanking back on the rope with enough force that it slid through Peter's fingers allowing me to turn and walk half way to the door before a large grey skinned man grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and threw me back across the small distance I had traveled to Peter's feet.

"You shouldn't give them too much freedom. They get above themselves and start thinking that they are at the top of the food chain again." I had a chance to get a good look at the Other as he stalked over to the table. His skin was thick, forming ridges and cracks down its surface like the sides of a granite rock facing.

"You're a gargoyle. Shouldn't you be frozen in stone or something in the daylight? Where are your wings?" I would have asked more questions but Peter's hand found its way across my face and over my mouth before I could get them out.

"My apologies. He is new to this and untrained." I bit him as he said untrained.

"He has quite a mouth on him. You might want to do something about it. Maybe a muzzle."

Peter leaned back seemingly at ease with discussing me like I was his pet. He was so going to pay for this when we got out of this hell hole of a town. "I like his mouth just the way it is. In fact it is my favorite part of his body. The things he can do with it are truly amazing."

I thrashed out of his grip and stood only to be pulled into his lap arms wrapping deceptively loose around my waist. "He has a lot of spunk. I like that. Who wants some limp and pathetic thing in their bed? I like my partners with fire." Peter made and held eye contact with the gargoyle as he ran his nails up the inseam of my pants, across my abs and then circling my nipples. I arched my head back against his shoulder as he continued. "I want them thrashing beneath me in the heat of passion. But I guess that's not everyone's cup of tea. I'll have two of whatever you're serving and coffee."

I watched the gargoyle leave with half lidded eyes. "So you like my spunk?"

"Yes." Peter's answer was whispered in my ear. The warm, moist heat making me press my body deeper into his chest.

"Good because if you keep touching me like that you are going to get a handful." Laughing, Peter dumped me on the floor and pulled up another chair so that I could sit by his side. I tried to focus on the absurdity of the situation, using my humor as a shield so that I didn't have to look at the depths mankind had fallen to in this little town at the end of the world.

Seeing the pain hidden behind my silly antics, Peter cupped the back of my neck and pulled me close. "Just hold on a little longer," he whispered against my lips. "I will get us both out of here and find you someplace safe. I promise."

Nodding I turned my attention to the plate of breakfast slammed in front of me. It was burned around the edges and slightly raw in the center. I wonder how much effort went into ruining my breakfast. Peter's was perfect and after the first bite I switched our plates.

Peter looked over a map as he nibble the few edible parts of his breakfast while keeping an eye on me to make sure I didn't do anything else stupid while in the café. "If we can leave by noon we should be there in three days."

Leaving sounded good. I really didn't care where we were going or how long it took us. I just wanted to get away from this town. Scrapping the plate clean and drinking the last of Peter's coffee I stood and headed for the door forcing Peter to follow or drop his end of the stupid yellow leash.

"I wish we had never come here, Peter."

Untying the rope from my waist Peter sighed in agreement. "Me too."