*Trigger warnings apply: Mentions of past child abuse and child sex abuse/death/violent murder/violent murder aftermath/trauma/angst/comfort/ incest/male (18) to male (21) consensual sex

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Note: Maybe this will be just one shot. Got a Menendez brothers AU idea in the pipeline. I may have changed details that don't match the documentary or the series. Forgive my artistic licence, this is just fiction and my first story about them.

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Showdown

Erik and Lyle Menendez take action to save themselves and start the healing process after shooting their parents.

Erik had just emptied his last round into their mother. She had stared at him with a look of disbelieving betrayal right up to the last second before the light dimmed from her eyes.

He was shaking but there was another feeling he'd never had before that he couldn't identify…

He let out a quivery sob.

His brother was there immediately, hugging him from behind in concern. 'Don't cry.' Lyle turned him slowly around.

'Oh, baby, don't you dare cry, not for her.' His brother traced the tear making its way down Erik's right cheek, caught it on his blood-stained finger and licked it.

'Not for her.' He insisted softly.

'I'm not.'

The feeling wasn't sadness or guilt, it was unbelievable elation. And of blessed salvation and liberty. Knowing he would never have to be forced to give a 'mouth massage' or endure rough sex, even 'nice' sex or any kinds of 'sex' with his father ever again. Or watch their mother with her cold-hearted fury and cruel words lash into his brother and make him cry.

Lyle had got it all wrong.

Erik was sobbing with relief.

He grabbed Lyle's face and let out an almost feral shriek of joy.

Filthy hands defiled with their parents' blood pawed at one another, smothering each other's mouths with their own and ravenously touching every inch of the other's body they could. As they sunk to the floor.

In front of their slaughtered parents' eyes.

But Lyle seemed to have a better idea. He picked up Erik as if he weighed nothing, tearing at his pants even as he bent him over the blood and brain (presumably their father's) splattered sofa.

Next to Jose so Dad could watch.

Incredibly, Lyle paused in his lust-filled frenzied undressing of him. 'Sick fuck probably fantasized about this. Surprised he never made us do it in front of him.'

Erik smirked.

'Let's give him what he always wanted, huh, baby bro?' Lyle growled in his ear.

Erik stared his dead father in the eye when he'd rarely been able to do that when he was alive and spat in his face. 'Like what you see, fucker? He giggled and turned back in to French kiss his own brother, shamelessly palming him through his pants. Lyle moaned into his mouth and it was the sexiest thing he'd ever heard.

Next thing he knew, he was being spun round onto his front again and Erik could feel Lyle ripping his expensive French linen white shirt from his back. Literally ripping a gaping hole in it. Erik could've care less. He'd already got him out of his navy corduroys and black silk boxers too and Erik squirmed. He was loving the feeling of his heavier and bigger brother pressing down on him, dominating him but somehow making him feel safe.

Always safe.

In response, the younger man hissed in excitement and wiggled his ass provocatively back at his sibling.

Lyle honestly didn't know how he was holding back then. That fired up his desire for his brother even further but he to make sure. Erik was a rape survivor of the worst kind and it was their first time going all the way. They're messed around a little a few times before but Lyle never wanted to take him like a brute the way their father had.

Jose- whom he had both hated and loved.

'Do you really want to do this?' Gone tender all of a sudden, he planted a gentle kiss on his teenage brother's nape.

Erik gasped and squirmed. 'Yes, fuck yes, Lyle, I want you. What are you waiting for?' He asked with an impatient whine in his voice. Again, that butt-wiggle in his face. Lyle was nearly undone then and there.

'If you change your mind, I'll stop if you tell me to.'

'Lyle, I told you already, you don't have to say that.'

'But I always will.'

Erik swivelled back to look at him with love blazing from his eyes and nodded.

Lyle met his gaze with equal adulation. All he cared about then was making Erik feel good. Erasing the physical memory of their father's forced touches from his skin. No wonder he was so determined to touch him everywhere. Lyle didn't even care if he, himself didn't get off as well.

He grinned as he bent down to lick Erik's hole, rimming it before sticking in his tongue without warning. His brother cried out I surprise as he jerked and writhed.

The head of his dick dripped with pre-cum.

Erik wasn't the only one getting aroused - Lyle too just seeing his brother enjoying himself as enough both he deliberately ignored his own needs right there. His dick felt like it was being electrocuted but in the most pleasant way.

'Scream for me, baby.' Lyle jerked his head in their sightless parents' direction. 'And for them.'

Erik did, as loud as he could. Very different sounds from what he'd heard him make with their dad from his room when he was just 9 or 10. That's how Lyle knew Jose was doing it to his little brother.

He shook the pain of that particular harrowing memory.

There were so many.

Lyle was determined to overwrite them like re-recording over a VHS tape.

'Fuck you.' He growled at their father. 'He's mine now.'

'What? Why the fuck did you stop?' Erik protested breathily.

Lyle didn't answer, just went back to work.

His brother, gasping and moaning in pleasure, reached round to touch himself.

'No. Not until I say so.' Lyle ordered. 'Wait.' He'd moved on to using his fingers.

Erik whined needingly but took his hands away. As a reward, his brother kissed the side of his throat. 'Good boy.'

Erik squealed.

'I'm ready.' He suddenly announced.

'OK.' Lyle slid in as slowly as he could. He paused.

'For the love of God, move, Lyle!' Erik panted then added, 'Can I…now?'

'No! I'll do that.' He replied harshly, sounding too much like Jose. And hating himself for it.

Erik whimpered with frustration but he always had to obey his big brother. That much was clear.

Lyle almost reluctantly started thrusting.

Erik sensed him holding back. It was clear that Lyle, even now, was afraid of hurting him and Erik's love for him bloomed even greater, if possible.

'Harder!' He demanded roughly. 'Faster!

Lyle eagerly complied. He'd wanted to, anyway.

Their moans filled the room while their mom and dad watched on lifelessly.

Erik almost sagged in relief back against him and sighed when Lyle reached round to play with him up front so they could arrive together.

'Scream for me, baby.'

Erik did.

After they climaxed, Lyle pulled him down with him in the floor. Both were out of breath, their hearts hammering.

'You did good, baby brother.' Lyle put an arm around him as he slid out and drew him to his chest. He caressed his hair soothingly.

They fell into a kind of contented daze before Erik jumped up. 'Shit! What if somebody heard the shots?'

Lyle laughed. 'We're miles from anywhere. Plus, the estate's huge. And this house is sound-proofed. You know Dad wanted it that way.' His expression grew dark.

'Yeah.' Erik bowed his head as the mood grew sombre.

'Right, pick up the casings and get dressed. Go!' Lyle ordered him and Erik rushed to obey while he cleared up before they made the phone call.