A/N Alright my Lovelies.....@-StrawberryPoptart- (Not sure if the tag worked, my computer is being weird) asked for a wedding scene like in my fic The Wedding only with the roles reversed, so here it is. It's Mycroft and Greg's wedding and Greg is determined to get John and Sherlock to dance. Enjoy <3 

The ceremony had been beautiful, lots of tears from everyone. Now they had all gathered in the ballroom of a hotel for the reception. Greg stood next to his new husband, grinning up at him as the MC announced the first dance. They walked out to the centre of the dance floor and Mycroft took the DI in his arms. The older Holmes sibling moved them smoothly along the floor, smiling down at Greg.

"So, when are we allowed to leave?"

"Mycroft, its our wedding. We can't just leave early."

"Why not? As you said, its our wedding."

"Because, all these people came here to celebrate with us, it would be rude to leave before that can happen."

"We have an open bar correct?"

"Yes Dear."

"Good. I think I will be needing scotch to get through the night." Greg chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to his new husband's lips. He caught sight of John and Sherlock standing near the bar, chatting and laughing. Greg had been hinting at John all week that he should ask Sherlock out. Mary was out of the picture since Magnussen was killed and he was so clearly in love with Sherlock, but John kept insisting that Sherlock was uninterested in such things.

"I'm going to get John and Sherlock together tonight."

"Greg."

"They have been dancing around each other since they first met! It needs to happen. I'm sick of trying to deal with them when they are both so-"

"I am begging you, please don't use the words 'sexually frustrated' to describe my little brother."

"Well they are. They both need a good shagging and I think they could help each other with that."

"Please don't."

"Too late, I have been hinting at John all week."

"Fine, but don't come crying to me when my brother shoots him down."

"Sherlock wouldn't-"

"Greg."

"Fine." Greg rolled his eyes and kissed his husband again as the song ended. The guests applauded, and the pair left the dance floor, instantly surrounded by people wanting to chat with the newly weds.

It was nearly an hour into the dance portion of the evening before Greg finally got to talk to John. He found him sitting at the head table, sipping a beer and looking a little sad.

"What's up man?" Greg dropped into the seat beside his Best Man, feeling the exhaustion of the day starting to set in. John looked at him and forced a tight smile onto his face.

"Oh, you know, just enjoying the music."

"What's wrong? You seem a little down."

"I hate weddings. Reminds me of what I could have had."

"You could still have that you know."

"Nah, Mary has made it perfectly clear-"

"I'm not talking about her."

"God, please not this again. I told you Greg, Sherlock has no interest in romantic relationships. Especially not one with me."

"But you admit you have feelings for him?" John was blushing furiously, fidgeting with his tie and glass.

"I never said-"

"Come on John! Stop hiding from it! You have been in love with Sherlock Holmes since day one."

"Say it louder, I don't think the man in the back corner heard you."

"John, ask him to dance."

"No."

"Why not? And if you say you aren't gay I swear to god I will hit you over the head with a brick."

"Well I'm not." The doctor grumbled, pursing his lips and rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. "I don't want to get shot down by him again. If he wants to dance with me then he can ask. I won't go through that again." Greg grinned, a new plan forming in his head. Excused himself and went to find his husband.

Mycroft found his younger brother, looking rather uncomfortable chatting with their parents. They were no doubt asking him why he wasn't dating someone yet. He fought the urge to leave him there to suffer. Greg had pulled him aside and begged him to talk Sherlock into dancing with John, even going so far as to threaten him with no sex if he didn't. He rolled his eyes at his own baser instincts and grabbed Sherlock's elbow. He excused his brother and dragged him over to the bar.

"Thank you Brother Mine, it was getting rather uncomfortable over there."

"Do you have feelings for John Watson?" Sherlock choked on his drink, sputtering and coughing.

"W-what? Where in the hell did that come from?"

"Just answer the question Sherlock." Sherlock flushed and looked around the room, blinking rapidly. "You do, don't you?" Mycroft was astounded. How could he never have seen that? The color on Sherlock's cheeks darkened and he tried his best to look as though he didn't understand what was being asked. "Sherlock."

"Fine! There is a slight chance that what I think of John doesn't exactly line up with what friends would think of one another. Why does it matter? I am not in the mood to hear you tell me how dangerous-"

"Ask him to dance."

"-feelings are- Wait, what?"

"Ask John Watson to dance." Mycroft saw the confusion on his younger sibling's face and felt a spark of pain in his chest. He had been wrong about love, and now his teachings were keeping his younger brother from being happy.

"I-I don't understand."

"Are you really that dense little brother? What about my statement is confusing?"

"What about the whole 'romantic entanglement is dangerous' thing?"

"Sherlock, I just got married to a bisexual Detective Inspector, I think that negates that opinion." Sherlock pursed his lips and glanced over to the head table where John was sitting. The brothers were quiet for a while, both lost in their thoughts.

"I-I don't know how." Sherlock whispered, sounding terrified. When Mycroft looked back at the younger man, he saw Sherlock as a timid young boy, looking as scared as he did the day Mycroft left for college.

"Just go up to him, and ask him if you could have this dance. Then, take his hand, and lead him out to the floor. I know that you know how to dance."

"What if he says no?"

"Something tells me he won't." Mycroft patted Sherlock on the shoulder, offering him an encouraging smile. Sherlock smiled nervously back, pushing off the bar and taking a deep breath.

"Mycroft?"

"Yes, brother dear?"

"I'm happy for you." And with that, Sherlock made his way across the floor.

Sherlock was trembling. He was going to ask John to dance. John. He had been in love with John since his friend had shot the cabbie. This was a bad plan, John isn't gay. He took a deep, steadying breath and prepared for the impending rejection. John looked amazing, dressed in a well-cut suit with royal blue accents. The colors brought out his eyes. He approached his friend and tried to remember how to speak.

"John?"

"Oh, hey Sherlock. Didn't see you there. What's up?" Sherlock felt his throat close at the sweet smile John gave him. He cleared his throat before speaking.

"W-will you- I-I mean-" He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, trying to ignore the fear that was quickly rising in his chest. He held out his hand and steeled himself. "Dance with me?" He saw the shock register in his friend's eyes and instantly regretted asking. He sputtered his apology and turned to run, a dark blush creeping along his neck.

"Sherlock?" He froze at the sound of his friend's voice. He slowly turned to see that John had risen from his seat and was stepping closer to him. "I would love to dance with you." Sherlock felt his knees go weak at the charming grin the shorter man sent him. He took John's hand and led him out to the dance floor.

He took John in his arms and started to lead, his friend following along with ease.

"I can't believe you asked me to dance." John said, causing Sherlock to blush.

"I can't believe you said yes." John laughed, a deep, velvety sound that Sherlock hadn't ever heard directed towards himself. That was the laugh that John used to flirt with women.

"Let's try this, again shall we?" Sherlock was confused, did he want him to ask him to dance again? "So, do you have a girlfriend?" Realization struck the detective as he remembered their first dinner at Angelo's. He had panicked when he realized John was hitting on him and shut him down. That was one of his biggest regrets.

"No, not really my area." John's smile turned to something different, something Sherlock had only ever seen leveled at the opposite sex.

"Oh? Boyfriend then? Which is fine by the way."

"I know its fine."

"Good, so do you have a boyfriend then?"

"Not currently, though I am interested in someone."

"Oh? And is she here?"

"Its not a she."

"Really? Well then, is he here?" John's tongue swiped along his bottom lip and Sherlock felt his pulse race. How did John do this so effortlessly?

"Yes, as a matter of fact, he is."

"Tell me about him."

"He is smart-"

"Not half as smart as you I'd bet."

"And handsome-"

"He probably pales in comparison to you." Sherlock flushed, John Watson was hitting on him.

"He is the greatest man here." His words caused John to flush this time, finally, Sherlock had the upper hand. "What about you? Anyone catching your eye here tonight?" John chuckled, pressing ever so slightly closer to Sherlock.

"Yeah, one person, but I don't think he is interested in me."

"Oh, so it is a he? What makes you think he isn't interested?"

"He told me once. Married to his work and whatnot." Sherlock felt his heart break. John had been asking him out that night. His panicked thoughts had ruined everything.

"Well, I'm sure that if you asked him again, he would have a very different answer." Sherlock could hear the tremor in his voice as he spoke. John looked hopeful, as though he was praying that Sherlock wasn't just kidding.

"You think?"

"No, I know he would." John grinned, blushing as he considered Sherlock's eyes, his own being bluer than ever.

"Would you really say yes?" He whispered, those perfect eyes filling with tears as Sherlock nodded, unable to trust his own voice. John worried at his bottom lip for a moment before adjusting his hands, placing one on Sherlock's waist and the other on the back of his neck. Sherlock felt John pulling him down and let the shorter man guide his lips to meet John's. It was gentle and timid, but it was fire and love. They pulled apart, both breathless even though the kiss had lasted less than two seconds.

"John." Sherlock whispered, feeling overwhelmed and overjoyed.

"Yes Love?" John was whispering as well, and Sherlock felt a spark of happiness at John's use of the word.

"Can we go home now?"

"Oh, God yes. I hate weddings."

"I couldn't agree more." John chuckled and kissed Sherlock again, more confidently this time.

"See! I told you Mycroft." Greg's voice cut through the fog that was slowly taking over Sherlock's mind. John pulled away and sent a glare towards his friend.

"You told Mycroft about this?"

"Of course, I told Mycroft! Who do you think talked Sherlock into asking you to dance?"

"Mycroft?"

"Well god knows the idiot wouldn't have done it himself!"

"I am not an idiot!" Sherlock sounded whiny, and John tried to fight the chuckle that rose from his chest.

"I-I- well-"

"You're welcome." Mycroft spoke up, smiling proudly at his younger brother. "Now Dr. Watson, I believe my brother wishes for you to take him home. Feel free to take your leave." Mycroft spun away, dragging a cackling Greg along behind him.

"That was amazing! Did you see John's face?" Greg was ecstatic, his plan had worked. He was practically bounding as he followed his husband off the dance floor. He kept babbling about how happy he was as Mycroft continued to drag him through the crowd. He felt the wind get knocked out of him as Mycroft pressed him against the wall of a coat closet and kissed him deeply. He let out a pleased sound against his husband's lips and pulled him closer. "What was that for?" He breathlessly asked when they broke for air.

"Am I not allowed to kiss my husband?"

"Kiss? Yes, that is encouraged. But snogging in the coat closet? That's a little out of character." Mycroft chuckled, kissing Greg again. "Seriously, what's going on?"

"Thank you."

"Under the circumstances, I believe it should be me thanking you, but I'll go with it. What did I do to deserve such gratitude?"

"You saved my brother."

"We had this conversation ages ago Love."

"I mean tonight. I didn't realize how negative my teachings were until tonight. I really hurt Sherlock, and you have given him the strength to love something." Greg blushed, pulling his husband in for another kiss.

"Babe, you don't need to thank me. You taught Sherlock everything he knows, you didn't hurt him, you made him who he is. Now, its really killing my vibe talking about your brother." Mycroft laughed and kissed his husband again.

"Thank god, that was far too much sentiment for me."

"You cried while reading your vows."

"Shut up and kiss me."

"Gladly."