Rise of an Immortal

The golden sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the dazzling cityscape of Dubai. The date had gone far better than Ethan anticipated.

Ethan and Diana had spent the entire day touring some of Dubai's finest attractions. Even in 2009, the city was already a shining gem in the desert.

They first visited the Burj Al Arab, marveling at the sail-shaped architecture as they sipped mocktails near the skyview bar. Then came a ride through the desert dunes, ending with a sunset camel trek that had Diana laughing freely, her hair flowing in the wind, her spirit brighter than Ethan had ever seen.

They toured the Dubai Mall, which had just started rising as one of the largest shopping complexes in the world. Diana bought a silk scarf from a local artisan shop while Ethan bartered for a souvenir compass.

Later, they walked along the Dubai Creek, where old wooden abras drifted across the water and street vendors sold shawarmas and sweets. They visited Bastakiya, the historic district, where narrow alleyways, wind towers, and art galleries gave them a taste of old Arabia. Diana particularly loved the Dubai Museum in the Al Fahidi Fort, where she quietly commented on how fast the world had changed.

As night fell, Ethan booked a private dinner at Pierchic, a luxurious restaurant built on stilts out into the Persian Gulf. The gentle sound of the water, the salty breeze, and the twinkling skyline behind them set the perfect tone.

Diana took a sip of her red wine and glanced at Ethan over the flickering candlelight. "I really liked this," she said softly. "A simple date. A beautiful city. And no villains in sight."

Ethan smiled as he leaned on his elbows. "Glad you're enjoying it. Especially after… well, what I did to Hydra."

Her eyes didn't flinch. "You mean wiping out the entire organisation without mercy?" she asked.

He paused. "Yeah. I was worried it might bother you."

Diana set her glass down gently. "I understand. I've killed bad men too, Ethan. I've taken lives when I knew letting them live would cost more. What you did—it wasn't murder. It was a war against evil."

Ethan raised an eyebrow. "I didn't expect you to say that. You once stopped me form killing Joker. I thought your philosophy was different."

She looked out toward the water, her tone turning thoughtful. "I don't have a problem with someone killing the Joker," she admitted. "If you did it, I wouldn't stop you. But… that would be vengeance at that time. Not justice. And Batman he wouldn't approve and it was cause the league to be split. It's a complicated situation."

Her eyes flicked back to his, "I understand now. Spending time in the world of men... it changed me. I've seen selfishness and cruelty, yes. But also compassion. I've learned that people have different values. Some live for others. People like Superman — he gives me hope. And people like you, Ethan… you make me believe again."

Ethan stared at her, captivated by both her grace and the fire beneath.

She continued, "You wouldn't have done what you did unless you believed it was necessary. You don't act out of rage. You think first. You protect others. That's what sets you apart."

Then she smiled, a warm and sincere smile. "I believe in you, Ethan."

That simple sentence struck deeper than any power. He reached across the table and took her hand, his thumb brushing gently against her knuckles.

"You're making me fall for you more than I already have," he murmured.

Diana blushed faintly but held his gaze, her lips curving up in a mischievous smile. "Then stop talking and do something about it."

They laughed and enjoyed the dinner.

Later that night, they returned to their penthouse suite. The city lights bathed the room in a soft glow. As the doors clicked shut behind them, Ethan turned to find Diana already removing her heels, stretching her arms like a cat before sinking into the couch.

"You know," she said with a teasing smile, "this is the best date I've had."

Ethan stepped forward slowly, watching her carefully. "Then maybe it's time we made it unforgettable."

She didn't move away as he approached. When he cupped her cheek, she leaned into it. When he kissed her, her hands gently moved to his chest. And when his fingers brushed the golden band around her wrist, she didn't stop him.

They explored each other slowly, reverently. Words melted into sighs.

Ethan activated his chronokinesis, causing time within the room to slow down dramatically. He knew that once they started, it would take quite a while to finish—after all, both of them possessed a ridiculous amount of stamina and durability.

A glowing green magic circle appeared above, casting a faint shimmer across the ceiling—but Diana paid it no mind. Without hesitation, she tore off his clothes, leaving him bare. Ethan responded in kind, matching her intensity.

That night, love wasn't spoken. It was shown—in quiet touches, soft kisses, the way their bodies moved in sync like they'd always been meant to find each other.

And as dawn approached over the glittering skyline of Dubai, Ethan lay next to Diana with one arm draped around her waist, her head resting on his chest.

.....

The room was still dim, the faint light of morning barely piercing through the blinds. Ethan's senses stirred before his eyes opened, the warmth of Diana's body pressed against his impossible to ignore. Her bare skin was flush against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder, her breathing steady but deep.

Thanks to his chornokinisis they spent a week having sex but only few minutes passed by, he had to stop the chornokinisis and make the room normal again and they have slept for few hours.

The sheets tangled around their legs were a testament to the wild night they'd shared—one that felt impossibly long yet only a fleeting instant in time thanks to Ethan's control over time itself.

His cock was still buried inside her, her pussy snug around him, warm and wet from the cum that had spilled into her what felt like moments ago. He could feel her muscles twitch unconsciously, her body clenching around him as if refusing to let him go even in sleep.

He tilted his head slightly, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. She didn't stir, still lost in the depths of exhaustion from their relentless passion.

Moving carefully, Ethan shifted beneath her, gripping her hips as he slowly pulled his cock out of her. The sensation was almost unbearable—her warmth clinging to him, milking him even as he withdrew. Cum leaked from her, dripping down her thighs and onto the sheets below. She let out a soft, sleepy whimper, her hips twitching as if seeking him out again. But she didn't wake up.

He slipped silently out of bed, the cool air of the room hitting his skin as he made his way to the bathroom. The shower turned on, and he stepped under the spray, letting the water wash away the sweat and lingering remnants of their passion.

But even as he scrubbed at his skin, his mind lingered on her—on the way she'd begged him for more last night, the way she'd screamed when he'd finally given her everything. His fingers twitched with the memory of his lightning powers coursing through her, electrifying every touch, every thrust.

When he stepped back into the bedroom, towel slung low around his hips, he found Diana awake. She was sitting up in bed, the sheets pooled around her waist, her hair is a wild mess around her face. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, but there was a spark in them that made his cock twitch immediately. She looked at him, a slow, wicked smile spreading across her lips.

"Morning, handsome," she purred, her voice husky with sleep. She leaned back slightly, her hands sliding up her thighs, spreading them just enough to give him a view of her glistening pussy. "You left me all alone."

Ethan smirked as he dropped the towel, letting it fall to the floor. "Looks like you're not so empty," he said, his gaze dropping to the cum still leaking from her.

She laughed, low and throaty, her fingers trailing up to her clit, circling it lazily. "True. But I can always use more. Especially from you."

He was on her in an instant, pinning her to the bed, his hands gripping her wrists above her head. Her breath caught in her throat, her body arching against his as he pressed his cock against her entrance. "You're a greedy little thing, aren't you?" he growled, his voice low and rough.

"Yeah," she gasped, her hips bucking against him. "But you love it."

He did. He loved the way she demanded everything from him, the way she pushed him and then begged him to take her over the edge. He loved the way she writhed beneath him, the way she moaned when he used his powers to electrify every touch. And he loved the way she looked at him now, her eyes dark with need, her lips parted in anticipation.

He thrust into her hard, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. He could feel her pussy clenching around him, hot and tight, the sensation driving him wild.

"Fuck, Ethan," she moaned, her voice trembling. "You feel so good. So damn good."

He didn't respond, too focused on the way her body felt around him. He pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back into her, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. Her moans turned into gasps, her nails raking down his back as she matched his rhythm, her hips rolling against his.

"Yes, yes, yes," she chanted, her voice rising with each thrust. "Harder, Ethan. Fuck me harder."

He obliged, his hips pistoning into her with renewed force. His hands moved to her waist, gripping her tightly as he pulled her against him, driving deeper and deeper into her. He could feel the electricity surging through him, his powers responding to the intensity of the moment. His hands crackled with energy, the current traveling down to his cock, making her pussy clench around him even tighter.

Diana's screams filled the room, her body writhing beneath him as the electric current sent shockwaves of pleasure through her. "Oh god, Ethan!" she cried, her voice breaking. "It's too much. Too good. Fuck, I can't—"

"You can," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "You're mine, Diana. You can take it. You're perfect for this."

Her eyes flew open, locking onto his as her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. Her body convulsed around him, her pussy squeezing him so tight. But he didn't stop, driving into her with relentless force, chasing his own release.

"Ethan!" she screamed, her voice raw and broken. "Please, please, fill me. I need it. I need you."

Her begging was his undoing. With a roar, he thrust into her one last time, his cock pulsing as he spilled inside her. The electricity surged through them both, white-hot and overwhelming, as they came together, their bodies trembling with the intensity of it.

When it was over, they lay on bed together, their limbs tangled in the sheets. Ethan's cock was still deep inside her, her pussy still fluttering around him as she caught her breath. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her neck, his lips brushing against her pulse.

"You're incredible," he murmured.

"Mm, maybe," she replied, her lips curving into a sly smile. "But so are you." Her hand moved slowly, stroking him with just enough pressure to make his breath catch. "I think it's my turn to take control."

Before he could respond, she was moving, straddling his hips and turning her back to him. He could see the taut curves of her body, the way her muscles flexed as she positioned herself above him.

Her hair fell over one shoulder, and he reached out, brushing it aside to expose the smooth skin of her back. His hands settled on her hips, holding her steady as she lowered herself onto him, inch by glorious inch.

Diana let out a soft moan as she took him inside her, her pussy clenching around his cock as she sank down completely.

Ethan groaned, his fingers tightening on her hips at the sensation of her heat surrounding him. "Fuck," he muttered, "You feel incredible."

She glanced over her shoulder at him, her eyes dark with need. Her hips tilted sharply, and he felt her walls tighten around him.

His hands slid down her sides, gripping her hips tightly as he matched her pace.

"Fuck, Diana," he growled, his voice rough with need.

She let out a breathless laugh, her movements quickening as she rode him harder, faster.

Ethan's hands moved to her ass, squeezing firmly as he thrust up into her, meeting her rhythm with equal fervor. His lightning powers sparked to life, crackling along his fingertips before traveling down to his cock. The sensation was immediate—electricity coursing through her, making her body tremble as she cried out in pleasure.

"Oh god, Ethan!" she gasped, her hips stuttering as the shockwaves tore through her. "Yes, just like that! Don't stop!"

He didn't. His hands slid up her back again, his fingers trailing lightly over her skin before settling on her hips once more. He thrust into her with renewed force, driving deeper with each movement as his lightning powers intensified the pleasure between them. Diana's moans grew louder, her body writhing against his as she struggled to keep up with the overwhelming sensations.

Her hands moved to her clit, rubbing frantically as she rode him, her orgasm building rapidly with every thrust. Ethan could feel it too—the way her pussy clenched around him, the way her muscles trembled as she neared the edge. His fingers tightened on her hips, pulling her down harder onto his cock as he drove himself deeper into her.

"Come for me," he growled, his voice low and demanding. "Let me feel you fall apart."

She didn't need to be told twice. With a sharp cry, Diana's body convulsed around him, her pussy tightening almost painfully as her orgasm crashed over her. Ethan groaned, his own release building rapidly as he thrust into her once, twice more before spilling inside her with a roar.

For a moment, neither of them moved, Diana collapsed forward slightly, her arms braced on his legs as she caught her breath. Ethan's hands slid up her back, stroking lightly over her skin as they both came down from their high.

But even as they lay there, the heat between them was undeniable. And Ethan knew it wouldn't be long before they were at it again. After all, Diana was nothing if not insatiable. And he was more than happy to oblige.

And so, Ethan and Diana spent an another week inside the time distorted room, lost in their passionate activities—while only a few seconds passed in the real world.

...

While Ethan and Diana were enjoying each other's company, life carried on in New York — particularly at Aeon Biotech and Ethan's residence.

Back home, Jean and Anna worked behind the scenes to keep things stable. The world still buzzed with rumors and headlines about Sinister's destruction and Ethan's mysterious absence from the public eye. The media was relentless, and so were the concerns from their allies.

Professor Charles Xavier, Ororo Munroe, Susan Storm, and others had all requested to meet Ethan — some out of concern, others out of curiosity. But Jean and Anna carefully managed the situation, offering polite excuses, assuring everyone that Ethan would speak to them in due time.

The next day, the morning sun cast soft rays over Ethan's estate when the doorbell rang.

Anna opened the door and smiled warmly. "Susan. Long time no see."

Susan Storm — the Invisible Woman — stood outside, dressed casually but with her usual elegance. "Hey, Anna. I hope I'm not intruding."

"Not at all. Come in," Anna said before stepping aside. "It's been what… two years?"

"For you, maybe," Susan teased as she stepped inside. "For me, it feels like forever. You dropped off the map, remember?"

Anna chuckled and led her to the lounge. "Fair. For me, it wasn't that long."

Susan raised an eyebrow. "Ethan told me you were on a business trip. That's all he ever said. I figured there was more to the story."

"There is," Anna said softly before handing Susan a cup of coffee. "But not something I'm ready to share yet. Hope you understand."

Susan looked at her for a beat, then nodded. "Of course. I get it. We all have our secrets."

They sat in silence for a few seconds, sipping their drinks.

"Jean's not here?" Susan asked.

"No," Anna replied. "She went to meet with Emma Frost. Our Immune+ Project is nearly ready. It's in its final testing phase before launch."

Susan's eyes lit up. "That's amazing. I've been hearing whispers about that one — a vaccine that could strengthen immune systems without side effects?"

Anna nodded. "Exactly. Jean and Emma have poured everything into it."

"That's fantastic," Susan said. "I wish I had better news. My own project's been… slower."

"Oh?" Anna asked curiously.

"I'm working on a formula that can help mutants control their physical mutations — you know, appearance-related anomalies," Susan explained. "We've made some progress, but we're not there yet. Not enough to share with the public."

"It's important work," Anna said. "Even if it's slow, you're making a difference."

Susan smiled at the encouragement, then leaned back slightly. "So… Ethan."

Anna raised an eyebrow.

"I mean, he kind of shocked the world," Susan continued. "First defeating Sinister, then vanishing without a trace. Johnny and Ben are both dying to meet him. If you guys need any help…"

Anna waved a hand gently. "It's appreciated, truly. But we're handling it for now. Ethan… needed some space."

Susan nodded thoughtfully. "I can understand that. Still, if anything comes up, you know where to find us."

"I do," Anna said. "And thanks, Susan."

There was a pause before Susan cleared her throat, shifting topics again. "So… how's Ethan doing? Emotionally, I mean?"

Anna offered a small smile. "He's healing. The war with Sinister… it wasn't just physical. It left marks. But Diana's with him right now. She's good for him."

"Diana Prince?" Susan asked, genuinely surprised. "His cousin?"

Anna nodded.

Susan let out a small laugh. "Now that's good."

Anna laughed too, the mood lightening a bit.

Then Susan tilted her head. "Mind if I ask something… personal?"

"Go ahead."

"How are you doing with all this? Ethan, Jean, you… It's a strange dynamic."

Anna shrugged. "It is. But it works. We understand each other — our lives, our choices. It's not conventional, but nothing in our world is."

Susan smiled again. "Fair enough."

Anna leaned forward with a sly grin. "But since we're sharing, how are you and Reed? I know the wedding was cancelled. Isn't is strange to meet him for hero work?"

Susan sighed. "It was called off... Mutually. We still work together sometimes. It was awkward at first, but we've both moved on. I think… we were forcing it. Staying together more out of comfort than passion."

"That must've been hard."

"It was. But necessary." Susan glanced out the window, then back to Anna. "I think being with someone like Ethan… with all the chaos that surrounds him… it forces you to live in the moment. There's no room for anything less than real."

Anna nodded. "Exactly."

They sat in silence again, this time a comfortable one, sharing a quiet understanding only those with experience in their kind of world could know.

Then Susan stood. "Anyway, I should let you go. Just wanted to check in."

"I'm glad you came," Anna said sincerely, walking her to the door.

Susan paused at the doorway. "Tell Ethan… whenever he's ready, we'll be there."

"I will."

As Susan left, Anna watched her go with a thoughtful expression.