Chaos Theory

Asymmetry implied the lack of control.
Without control, there was no balance in this world.
Kid was aware of these facts. Why else would he fight so hard in order to protect the balance in this world by keeping symmetry? It was his sworn duty to himself and his Honorable Father.
Of course, this didn't mean that some things were in his control, either. Some of his adored mates were within that category, so fast-paced, erotically chaotic.
Especially the boys.
Black Star cheered as Soul gripped Kid's arms and put them over his head. Kid squirmed, of course, Soul's grip insanely strong.
There were several things that Kid would never agree to do for anything but these people, no matter how much he was pressed. Given the previous circumstances, Kid was sure that he needed this. He'd rather have some control – he could always say no with them – than none at all.
Soul tasted sweet, just like the strawberries that they had all been eating earlier. Kid did not remember when he ended up against the door and missing his clothes; he just knew that Soul better not stop what he was doing any time soon.
The most aggressive of these chaotic individuals had honestly surprised him. Black Star had long since gotten on his knees and worshiped their alpha male, who took it coolly, perfectly in stride. There was nothing wrong with letting the most level-headed be their alpha...And then he discovered Soul's sex drive. Between Maka's teasing all day and Blair being Blair, Soul had long decided that he needed his frustration that had been pent up released.
Sometimes, Maka was enough.
Other times, the deathscythe felt the need to share the love amongst the others.
The silk of Soul's tie was cool against his skin, slick and smooth and perfect in every way. Kid had long since decided that Soul ought to dress up more often, which was why he had done so...Kid whimpered as the fabric played down his chest, against his nipples, down his lean stomach....and was knotted around his cock and balls before Soul slyly opened the door, sending Kid falling backward into the bedroom.
He wouldn't say that he was in love with Soul, per se. Kid was simply sure that Soul deserved to be worshiped as the god that he seemed to prove himself to be again and again. He had been patient, calm, cool, gentle, sweet...
Everything that the other person was not. Not that Soul needed to find out about that.
Soul would kill him. Again. Because once just isn't enough for magi half the time.
Kid wasn't sure whose idea it had been to use his otherwise-forgotten suspenders in bed, but he did remember Soul laughing. That was worth it. Both arms were above his head now, not moving even if he wanted them to, and one leg was hanging on to the floor,ankle trapped to the bed frame. Soul had whispered something, Kid couldn't remember, before lifting his free leg to his shoulder and bringing him the most pleasurable pain the shinigami ever felt.
So, now, Kid lay in his own bed, eyes open as he watched the alpha curled on one side, shoulder rising and falling at an even pace. He had barely bothered letting him before collapsing into a deep, satisfied sleep, but even if he did not, Kid wouldn't have cared.
Soul was pure chaos. Kid had no choice but to ride that wave the whole way through.