Anthony's guidance of Alex was deft and sure.  He moved the other man around the few pieces of furniture and then down the hall.  With one hand around the drunk man, Anthony used the other to push the door to the bedroom open.  It was easy enough to get Alex across the room to the bed, where the other man seemed to collapse, as if all the strength had gone out of him.<br/><br/>Anthony stood straight for a moment as he considered the prone form of the other man.  It would have been very easy to take what he wanted...and even more.  If Alex was supposed to be a simple meal, then there would be no struggle.  It would be easy.  Too easy, in fact.<br/><br/>That made the fact that Anthony had other plans for the man almost comical.  With a slight grunt of annoyed amusement, Anthony looked around the room.  If the room had thick, heavy curtains on the windows, then perhaps, just perhaps, it would be safe enough.  Sunlight was not deadly to him, no...but it was a danger.  The senses that were so heightened by his condition would overload in the sunlight and make him suffer.  Not as dire as the legends, perhaps, but no less troublesome.<br/><br/>Anthony then turned his gaze back down towards the other man.  He was in no condition to ready himself for sleep.  With a slight smile, bordering on the predatory, Anthony bent down and turned Alex over, so he was facing up.  Then, with deft fingers, he began to unbutton the other man's shirt.