Seeing Double Part 1

Brad loved the feeling of the icy, Antarctic air whipping around his body. To anyone else, just a few minutes in this temperature would cause hypothermia and even frostbite, but Brad’s lusciously bearded face just smiled as the freezing air tickled him. It didn’t matter that he was only wearing a tight pair of black briefs, or that he was flying unaided at a lazy 200 miles per hour. His perfect, smooth muscles were fully on display in weather that only the wildlife of the inhospitable tundra had evolved to survive. He reveled in the knowledge of his incredible power as he continued to soar through the air towards his spot.

From time to time, Brad likes to isolate himself from mortals and meditate. He had a few places where he knew he would be disturbed, but his favorite might be this especially icy spot in the frozen landscape of Antarctica.

“There we go,” he said aloud, easily spotting the otherwise unremarkable location from ten of thousands of feet above. He began his descent, effortlessly hovering down from the heavens like the god he was, his perfect feet pointed down and thick arms gently spread. By the time he was about 10 feet above the ground, the covering of ice and snow began to melt and steam away, no doubt from Brad’s ability to easily manipulate matter, or perhaps just his natural body heat now that he didn’t have to reign it in to protect humans. He chuckled softly as the clearing was revealed, showing his footprints from previous visits. While he tried to touchdown as gently as possible, the ground still shook slightly as his bare feet made contact with the ground. Brad stood there for a moment, completely at ease with the deadly conditions around him. His body naturally fell into a pose that could make mortal men cum.

“Let’s see what we can do about this,” he said to no one in particular. Looking up to the overcast sky, he raised an arm and moved it sideways, as if he was wiping a window. At the same time, the clouds seemed pushed aside by a tremendous wind, leaving a completely clear and sunny sky. “That’s better,” Brad said casually, as if he’d just wiped his windshield. He lowered himself on to the ground, sitting in a perfect lotus pose that should’ve been impossible for someone with his massive, full muscles. Brad closed his eyes and quieted his vast, powerful mind. A low hum began to fill the air and snow seemed to get trapped in a kind of magnetic field around Brad’s perfect body as he rose about foot into the air.

Brad could spend days on end like this, completely motionless as he compiled, synthesized, and connected information. Not even a supernova could rouse him from this state; as a superior being, he didn’t need food, water, sleep, or even air. This time, he spent four hours contemplating the infinite universe on a level humans would never comprehend before deciding to have a bit of fun.

Brad opened his eyes, revealing mesmerizing, glowing blue orbs. He remained in the air, his feet pointing down just a few inches from the ground. Pointing a finger at the snow surrounding him, he lazily twirled it as if tracing circles in a dense patch of chest hair. The powdery particles of ice shot into the air and spun themselves into a small tornado in front of Brad. He hovered around the swirling, glittering mass, inspecting it as if it were a fine work of art—because it was. He gestured subtly, as if shaping a lump of clay, and within a few seconds, the form of man appeared. Brad grinned as he soon looked upon an exact replica of himself in ice. It hovered above the ground motionless, essentially acting as a mirror for the god.

“Fuck, I’m sexy,” Brad said jokingly, floating closer to the ice sculpture, admiring his handiwork. It was more detailed and precise than any Michelangelo or Bernini. Even his beard was replicated strand by strand in ice. Brad traced the beautifully defined lines of his pecs and abs, reveling in the smooth, slick texture. “Alright, let's get this party started,” he said, hovering back a few feet. Pointing two fingers at the sculpture, Brad gestured upward, as if flipping light switches. Suddenly, the sculpture’s eyes shot open and he took a gasping breath. Ice-Brad faltered in the air a bit before rising back up, an ethereal blue light filling his transparent body. He set his glowing eyes on his creator, and his icy lips curled up in a smile.

“Hey stud,” he said, his voice sounding like wind chimes and thunder all at once. Brad’s red eyebrows raised in surprise. He might have overdone it with the power he bestowed on his double…