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A Day At The Beach With Each X-Men & Fantastic 4 Member

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Logan

"C'mon, it will be fun!"

"Don't be such a party pooper, Logan."

Logan let out a deep and annoyed sigh. Even though he reluctantly agreed to go to the beach with the rest of the team, he just wanted to be alone. The only saving grace was the fact that his boyfriend was with him. Too bad for him, that wouldn't stop some of his teammates—Bobby, Kitty, Rogue, Storm, Jean, and Scott—from wanting to play some kind of beach volleyball tournament.

"How many times do I need to say no?"

"None, 'cause in the end, you just play along." Rogue commented.

"It will boost team morale." Scott added. "If not for fun, you might as well see it as a team-building exercise."

"True..." Y/N commented, standing next to his boyfriend. "We could further improve our coordination. Not just that, with us as partners, we'd beat the competition."

Although Logan wasn't looking for any fun that involved his rival, Scott Summers, he did like spending time with his partner. "Fine then. Let's beat them."

Thus, the first round began, with Logan and Y/N teaming up to challenge Bobby and Kitty. With their superb strength and teamwork, they managed to score the win with no problem. However, when it came to the next round, they were up against Scott and Jean.

"Apologies in advance if I smash the ball against your face." Logan said with some snark.

Scott merely chuckled. "Unless you want me to laser everyone here, I suggest holding back."

Y/N then got an idea and smirked at his partner before whispering, "You can always aim at his crotch."

Logan laughed softly. "This is why I love you."

Once the match started, both teams began passing and slamming the volleyball to each other. As expected, they remained at a close score. All the while, Logan and Scott exchanged snarky remarks, with Y/N and Jean just being bystanders to their partners' antics.

"Careful now, Logan. Old men usually need to calm down."

"Says the guy I will outlive—and by a lot." Logan retorted.
Scott looked amused. "That's assuming you don't get yourself killed first."

"We'll see about that..."

Another round began, with Logan's team having the serve. Wolverine passed the ball, sending it to his boyfriend, who was positioned near the edge of the field. Now airborne, Logan jumped and intended to slam dunk. That's when Scott leaped up right in front of him.

Sensing an opportunity, Logan smirked and slammed the ball—aiming directly at Scott's crotch.

With a painful yelp, Scott collapsed to the ground, clutching himself.
"Scott!" Jean rushed to her husband, extremely concerned.

While some laughed and others looked worried on the sidelines, Logan merely smirked. Meanwhile, Y/N walked up to his boyfriend.

"You really followed my advice, huh?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

Scott Summers

"We finally arrived!"

Y/N shouted with excitement, jumping out of the car alongside his boyfriend. From the parking lot behind the dunes, they could see the beach stretching out before them.