Danny Murillo was just a normal man; he ate pizza three times a day if he wasn't feeling up to ramen. He's broke; his dreams of becoming a singer are slipping away day by day after he was kicked off American Idol. He's single; his girlfriend Theresa left him for her boss. He's unemployed; his boss fired him for singing while filing papers. He's friendless; his friends all left him when he was kicked off American Idol. And as of last night, he's homeless too. But then he met the Hollywood Undead gang in a night club, and made a deal with them. If he became their fuck boy, they'll let him join their band. Danny hesitantly agrees, even though he never thought in a million years that he would be attracted to men. He packs his stuff and goes to live in the Hollywood Undead household. The gang treats him well during the day just as band mates that have known each other for years would, but at night Danny became their slave, their toy, their fuck boy, and they took every single opportunity to use him.

George Ragan hates pop music. But more than that, he hates the people who make it. One singer in particular earned his hatred ever since he first came onto the radio: Jordon Terrell a.k.a Charlie Scene. If he ever met the over-groomed singer, he'd have it out with him. But that's not exactly how things went when their paths actually did cross. Warning: Strong language, mentions of abuse, self harm, BxB sexual content *this is my first fanfiction so i apologize in advance if it sucks*