A/N: ZareEraz here! I blew threw Yuri on Ice! in a day and fell in love with just about everyone on the show. Victor x Yuri is my fav, but I can't deny that I love Otabek x Yurio as well, so I'm writing a fic about it! :3 Not sure how long this one will go, but I'm going to have fun no matter how long it turns out to be and I hope you do too. Rated M for stuff in later chapters. Happy Reading!

Second Note: Quads, or a quad relationship is a ployamory relationship where four people have romantic feelings or friendships with each other. It commonly describes a love relationship between two couples and takes the form of a square (in reference to a love triangle), in which all four people have a romantic relationship with each other. It usually implies that each of the four people have a sexual relationship with the other three, but can refer to a relationship where two people are independently linked to two others. The relationships are normally friendships, though romantically involved. In this case, all four skaters have friendships with each other but Victor x Yuri and Otabek x Yurio are the main ones. I plan to do some flopping between the pairs, but not all of it will be sexual.

EDIT: I totally forgot that Yurio owns a cat so I've added that in. I've also taken it upon myself to name his cute kitty Dasha, meaning "kingly" or "posses well," since said kitty doesn't have a name as far as I know. She's also a girl since I thought that would be cute as well! :3 Nyan-nyan!

Quads

Skate One: Moving In

"How the HELL did this happen?!" Yuri (or "Yurio") Plisetsky shouted with his signature pissed-off look, glaring at the duplex he was currently standing in. The Russian Punk was dressed in his typical attire of his blue baseball jacket over his black, zip-up hoodie over his practice clothes with sneakers and black pants, having just come from practice at the rink in St. Petersburg.

And the one who'd dragged him from the rink earlier than expected was none other than Victor Nikiforov, douche bag, and all because Yuuri Katsuki had flow in that afternoon from Japan to move in with his fiancé.

"Isn't this great, Yurio!?" Victor gushed, hugging his lover excitedly as Yurio growled at the both of them. He hadn't changed from being at the rink either, his tan trench coat thrown over his black shirt and jogging pants. "Now I get to see Yuratchka all the time!" Japanese Yuuri blushed and apologized to the moody teen.

"I'm sorry about this Yurio." The raven said, pushing his hand against Victor's face to get the blonde to give him some space. "He's just excited. We haven't seen each other for three months – not since he moved back to Russia."

"Yeah that's great and all," The younger blond retorted sarcastically, "But get your love-dovey faces out of mine!" He folded his arms crossly, stomping his foot on the hardwood flooring of the apartment. "And do one more thing for me…TELL ME WHY THE HELL I'M HERE!?"

"Well, I thought it would be a good idea for all four of us to room together!~" Victor let go of Yuuri to clap his hands together excitedly. "It's convenient, we're close to the rink and we're all friends now!" Victor paused in his little explanation to correct himself. "Or we're going to be anyway!~" He shrugged with a smile on his face.

"I'm not friends with you or you!" Yurio pointed grumpily at the pair and the Japanese Yuuri placed a hand behind his head and started acting sheepish because he thought they were friends or some load of shit like that. "I'm going to turn you into borscht in competition as many times at is takes to pound your names and records into dust!" The young blonde paused in his rant to take a deep breath, trying to calm himself just a titch. "The only one I'm friends with here is Otabek…and I STILL don't get why he's here in the first place either!"

"Oh, Yurio! You're so funny!" Victor was running his mouth again, pissing off the young Russian even more. "Otabek came to St. Petersburg to be with you, of course!~ He told me himself!" Yurio started blushing, as his rink mate winked at him, a smirk on that stupid heart-mouth of his, the light pink coloration showing vividly on his ice pale skin. He whirled on the Kazakh skater standing behind him, wearing jeans and a hoodie and looking quite at ease, leaning against four people's worth of luggage and moving boxes. Well…half the pile was Victor's alone and the other three's stuff made up the rest.

"Is that true!?" The blonde snapped, knowing that Otabek would be getting a kick out of the whole situation even if his face didn't show it. Sure enough, there was a glint in those dark eyes.

"Mmhm." The other man's only embellishment on the noise was a nod, keeping to his stoic nature. Yurio blushed even deeper, flattered and embarrassed that the Kazakh had come all that way just for him…but this wasn't something he wanted to share with those two! The blonde glared at the other couple again, torn between being in a bad mood and being at least a little nice in front of his tentative boyfriend. (It's not like they'd been dating long or were really romantic or anything like that, he just enjoyed being with Otabek and the other man felt the same way.)

"Well…that's…cool. I guess." Yurio shrugged, trying to act cool even though he was touched. The blonde saw Otabek give a small smile in response to his shrug, probably thinking he was cute or something disgusting like that. What he didn't see was that Yuri and Victor were also smiling (the latter's smile a little bit perverted as he plotted delicious things for his self-appointed charges).

"Now! Let's unpack!~" Victor declared, his excitement punctuated by his dog's (rare) cheerful barking, the poodle jumping up and down a little enthusiastically.

"Do we have to keep the dog? I have a cat you know." Yurio grumbled. As if on cue, his cat, little Dasha, meowed from her carrier. Victor's demeanor changed drastically, his good mood evaporating as he advanced on the teen with evilly narrowed eyes and a small smile on his lips, leaning so far into his space that the blonde was pushed into a backbend just to keep the threatening face out of his own.

"The dog's more important than you." Victor started, "If you don't want to stay with my adorable Makkachin then I'll dump your ass in the snow."

"Fine! Dump me in the snow! I didn't want to live here anyway!" Yurio argued back with his usual bad attitude, pushing his body upright and then forward, forcing Victor into a backbend this time. He started to stomp towards the door to go back to his old apartment when Otabek grabbed his arm, halting the teen with his incredible arm strength. Yurio gave the man a confused look (mingled with anger, of course) and then Otabek said something that blew him out of the water.

"I like the dog." The blonde's jaw dropped in astonishment and Otabek dragged him back into the commons area of the apartment with little fuss (because Yurio was still in shock that his boyfriend had agreed to stay so readily) and threw his arm around the shorter man's shoulders, holding him in place. Yurio was blushing again, but only slightly this time at having Otabek so familiar with him.

"Then it's all settled!~" Victor declared, back in a good mood. "Now, for the quick grand tour since I want to spend some time with my Yuuri!~" The Japanese man blushed, still shy about their relationship, but Victor skipped over the man's embarrassment to keep yammering on. "This duplex has two floors and Yurochka and I are taking the bottom floor master bedroom. There's a kitchen, living room and bathroom on this floor and two rooms upstairs with a smaller bathroom." Victor pointed to the large open area that held the kitchen and living room area that they were standing in and then hooked a thump towards the master bedroom that was in a little hall by the kitchen. "I want these boxes out of the living room tonight and have everyone unpacked and set up in the next few days, got it?" That threatening smile was back.

"You're the one who's got the most shit!" Yurio complained, finally getting back to his grumpy self.

"You two are upstairs. Yurio, I had your bed moved over and put upstairs already and Otabek, I hope that you won't mind but I bought you one and had it installed already.

"That's fine." The man replied, not flinching at the Russian's tendency to dictate the way things were going to be. "I was going to stay in a hotel until I figured things out, so I don't have any furniture with me."

"Well, good! Have fun you two!~" Victor swept out of the room and into the bedroom, carrying a box that apparently held sheets because then he was calling for his Yuri to help him put them on.

"I hope that we'll have a good time together." The Japanese Yuuri bowed formally like they did in his country and smiled at the other pair before making his way into their bedroom, the dog trotting behind him. The room seemed suddenly less full, the empty walls and shelves in the apartment just waiting to be filled with the presence of four men (and Victor's shitload of crap). Yurio finally felt like he could take a breath (now that he didn't have to argue with Victor).

"Well, geez. At least he didn't try to make us sleep in the same bed, that asshole."

"I think that would've been fun." Otabek replied. And that was the second time that Yurio had gaped at him within the last five minutes. Without waiting for a reply (not that he was going to get one anytime soon since Yurio's brain had shut down temporarily), the Kazakh man unwrapped his arm from around the blonde, picked up his traveling duffle bag and two of his boxes and walked across the living room to the stairs and then ascended to the second floor.

When Yurio's normal brain functions returned and he finally realized that he was alone, he decided to actually take a look around and found that the place wasn't half bad. If he looked up from the currently empty living room, Yurio could see the balcony that marked the edge of the second level and the stairs leading up there rode along the far wall. The upstairs was situated over the kitchen area and master bedroom mostly, but was hanging over the living room as well. The walls were painted white and the kitchen and hall floors were hardwood and tope carpet extended from the living room and up the stairs and Yurio had to assume the upstairs was carpeted as well. It wasn't a horrible place to live and Victor must've been paying a fortune to keep this place (Yurio would later find out that everyone would had to pitch in for rent – which was fair but would piss him off anyway). He sighed and grabbed his practice bag and a few boxes of his own (Victor had taken it upon himself to draw an angry chibi face on all of his stuff, for which he would pay later) and started to head upstairs.

The upstairs was considerably smaller than the first floor, but still nice. There was an open area with room for a couple couches, like a personal sitting room and it seemed like Otabek had already taken over the room closest to the stairs, on the right side, so Yurio had to guess that his room was the one on the left, directly above the kitchen and next to the bathroom. The Russian sighed and walked into his new room, dropping his boxes and bag on the floor and flopped down on his bare bed and mattress. He threw his arm over his face, exhausted but just about everything that had happened to him that day.

"What the hell…?" He mumbled to himself, still unable to believe that he'd been roped into this huge ass mess.

A/N: And that's all for now! Let me know what you think! ;3