Warnings: Johnlock slash (Rating could go up), beta'd now, I'm not British,

Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock.

Special Thanks: Anne, my lovely Beta, who stuck with me until the very end. You have truly been exceptional!

The next morning, the sun shown lazily through the windows in Sherlock's bedroom. After a long and emotionally taxing day, the two lovers fell into bed in an exhausted heap, but not before a loving kiss and whispered endearments. Now as the sun shines on John's face, he blinks awake slowly. A besotted, happy grin spreads across his face as he takes in Sherlock's relaxed and peaceful features.

As if sensing John's eyes on him, Sherlock awakens with a groan and stretches his long limbs. When Sherlock finally lays eyes on his loving blogger, a slow smile spreads across the detective's face. Sherlock's voice is deep as he rumbles out, "Good morning, John." The doctor leans forward and places a loving kiss against his threadmate's mouth as he whispers a, "Good morning, my love."

Sherlock smiles broadens and again captures his threadmate's lips with his own. Sherlock's voice get's impossibly deeper as he says," You know, John, tomorrow we'll be married." John, who was half hard already, quickly hardens completely when these words are spoken. The amateur detective then quickly trails searing kisses to his cheek, down to his neck, across his chest (taking the time to kiss, lick, and suck at John's nipples resulting in an answering gasp and moan from the aroused blogger). "I keep thinking about being yours forever and the fact that you'll be mine." The kisses continue down his abdomen and then the detective places sucking kisses on John's hipbones. "Will you take me, John?" Sherlock places lingering kisses against John's straining erection through the cotton, red pants, "Will you make love to me?"

The blogger groans out an, "Oh, God yes," as Sherlock grips the waistband of John's pants and tugs downward. Sherlock locks eyes with his beloved threadmate as he slowly slides John's cock into his mouth. The good doctor gasps and slams his head against the pillows as inch by inch, his prick disappears into his soulmate's mouth. The brilliant detective begins a slow rhythm up and down and on every upward glide, a clever tongue laves against the weeping slit, tasting the pre-cum that gathered there.

To keep from grabbing Sherlock's luscious curls, John's hands grasp the sheets at his waist. As Sherlock makes another slow descend downward, he doesn't stop until his nose comes into contact with John's golden pubic hair. After making eye contact with John again, he quickens his pace, sucking, licking, and reveling in the doctor's delicious moans. "O-Oh, Sherlock. Love, I'm going to come…" At this, the amateur sleuth brings his hand up and lovingly fondles his mate's testicles, and with one final hard suck, John comes undone by Sherlock's clever hands and tongue.

When John can finally catch his breath, he finds his gorgeous mate quickly fisting his own aching erection. John's sentences are broken up as he pants out, "Oh, my love. You look so beautiful… I can't wait to make love to you. You're so clever… Won't you come for me? Please come for me, Sherlock." With a skillful twist of his wrist, Sherlock moans out his own release.

"God, Sherlock. Where in the world did you learn that?!" The detective suddenly becomes bashful as he replies, "I've been practicing, John. Was that alright?" John giggles and gently takes his threadmate's face in his hands and says between kisses, "Like it? Sherlock, love, that was incredibly sexy. I loved it and I love you." Sherlock lets out a relieved sigh, "Good. I love you too, John.

"I'll never get tired of hearing that." John smiles briefly before diverting his eyes to ask, "Oh, by the way, do you have anything on today?" The detective tilts his head in consideration before saying, "No. I don't think so. There are no cases on, the wedding details have been finalized, and I have no experiments in a critical state at this time." Sherlock's eyes narrow slightly, "Why?"

Under the detective's scrutinizing gaze, John fidgets and drops his own gaze to the floor, "I just…want to make up for yesterday, love. I never meant to hurt you. I just love you so much and I never meant to make you feel as though I'm ashamed of you. I'm so proud of you. You're so smart and generous and compassionate. You love me for me—scars and all—and I don't deserve you, so I want to show you that you are my entire world." John moves from his position on the bed and crawls over to his soulmate and straddles his thighs, "So, please, let me make this up to you, my love." The good doctor kisses his detective sweetly, "Please let me show you how much I adore you."

Sherlock whimpers and John kisses him deeply. "Fine, fine. Whatever you want, John, but shut up so I can kiss you again," Sherlock gasps out against John's mouth. John grins and whispers into Sherlock's ear, "With pleasure."

The day was filled with all of Sherlock's favorite things. John had called Molly ahead of time to procure an entire corpse for Sherlock's experiments; he only had to pick it up later. When John told Sherlock this, his entire face lit up with excitement. He had so many experiments in mind for the decaying body. Next, they stopped by New Scotland Yard to pick up all the interesting cold case files. Due to Lestrade's absence, Ms. Donavan spat freak whenever she was in earshot of the connected pair. Just as John decided to say something to the hateful woman, Sherlock smiles at his threadmate, gives him a look that says, 'Thank you', and they make a silent decision to leave.

As they leave Scotland Yard with the remaining case files, the detective stops in front of sergeant Donavan to whisper something to her. Sally's mouth hangs open in shock as Sherlock straightens his coat and leaves. When John catches up to his mate, Sherlock beams down at him while taking the doctor's smaller hand in his larger one. John looks up at his mate for a moment before hesitatingly asks, "So…what did you say to Donovan?"

Sherlock laughs and responds, "I told her she should stop wasting time on Anderson because he just found out he has a STD from, once again, cheating on his wife and he has given it to her. I told her since you were a doctor, you could direct her in some topical or oral medication. " John stood for a moment looking utterly shocked until he tried, and failed, to look stern as he tries to hide his laughter, "Sherlock!" The devious detective places an angelic look on his face, "What's the matter, John? I was only looking after a colleague's well being!" Both men giggle at the blatant lie.

Sherlock magically produces a cab out of thin air to take them back to Baker Street. During their cab ride back, John retrieves a small wrapped gift out of his pocket and silently gives it to his soulmate. Sherlock takes the little box and turns it over in his hands, but before he can deduce what is inside, John smiles enduringly at his mate and tells him to: "Just open it already!" Inside the decorative paper, the amateur detective finds a box of his favorite microscope slides.

Sherlock smiles down at his mate and he sincerely states, "Thank you, John." The besotted doctor leans forward and places a chaste, lingering kiss against his detective's cheek, "You're welcome. I love you."

"I love you too."

Later that night, after much cuddling and sweet kisses, a knock and mumbled conversation drifts up the stairs to 221B. Two sets of feet casually walk up the steps and behind the door, there's a brief pause and a whispered argument until Sherlock audibly groans in annoyance and utters a petulant: "Mycroft." The annoyed sleuth gets up from his cozy position beside John, takes several large steps, and throws open the front door. He takes one look at his older brother and Gregory and knows why they're here. "No," Sherlock plainly states as he goes back to sit beside his confused threadmate.

The now agitated amateur detective sits beside his mate once more to envelope him in a possessive cuddle. Mycroft smirks at Sherlock's futile efforts before declaring, "It's tradition, Sherlock. The Holmes family has practiced this particular tradition for over 100 years. You can't break it now."

Sherlock, without relinquishing his hold on John, all but growls out, "I can and I will! I am not some blushing maiden. I don't want to do it." After this, the Holmes brothers wage a silent war that no one else seems to be privy to. John, having grown tired of the vague situation, states, "Now, hang on. What are you talking about, Mycroft? What the hell is going on?"

Greg finally steps forward with a sigh, "John, you apparently have to come with me. There's this Holmes family tradition that states that a soulbonded couple getting married has to be separated the night before their wedding day. John looks shocked only before he grumbles out, "What the bloody hell for?"

The D.I. turns to the British government and sighs, "You see? I told you that they wouldn't agree." Mycroft smirks, "Oh, I knew that they wouldn't agree, however, Sherlock should know that Mummy would be very disappointed if she knew that he broke tradition. We both know that we can't let Mummy down. Plus, " here Mycroft grins haughtily, "you owe me, Sherlock. We don't want John to-."

Sherlock's eyes widen, "Yes, yes. You've made your point perfectly clear. There's no point in dragging John any further into all of this. Do shut up, Mycroft." John opens his mouth to argue (that he can take care of his self, thank you) until Mycroft cuts in: "Excellent! Now, Sherlock, go grab a few things, and then we will be off." As Sherlock reluctantly goes to comply, John follows him into their bedroom.

"What the hell is going on?!" He asks the detective as he packs away clothes while blatantly ignoring the blogger. Said blogger become irate and grabs his mate by the wrist, halting his movements. "Seriously, Sherlock. Why didn't you say anything? What's going on? Why do you have to leave?"

Without turning around, Sherlock states, "As much as it pains me to say, I owe Mycroft a favor. I was stupid to assume that he would do what I asked solely because it mattered so much to me. I am in debt to him, and normally, I would be able to refuse his demands, but I must pay this debt."

John's confusion only grows with these words and, growing steadily annoyed form being kept in the dark, he turns his mate around to look at the doctor. Sherlock's demeanor has changed. His shoulders are slumped in defeat, and a small pout splays itself across cupid bowed lips: "I don't want to be away, but Mycroft is right. I don't want this any more than you do, but it's only for one night." Something behind the detective's eyes shifts as he says, "I'll see you in the morning…won't I? You'll be there, right?" The blogger would have laughed at the thought of being anywhere the detective wasn't, but that all dies when John sees the vulnerable look hiding just below the surface. "Sherlock, I'll be there. I'll always be there when you need me. I love you," John lovingly proclaims.

"I love you too." Sherlock says as he smiles. They lovingly embrace. John sighs and looks up at his love with a soft smile, "It's just one day, right? We can do this. I'll see you tomorrow, love."

The detective looks his soulmate with unmasked adoration and love as he replies, "Yes, I'll see you tomorrow." They share one last kiss and separate. Sherlock squares his shoulders and walks back with John to the living room. Mycroft looks up and says, "Are you ready to go?" Sherlock tersely nods, turns to John, places a sweet kiss against his cheek, and then he is gone. Lestrade smiles at John apologetically, "I'm sorry, John. You know how the Holmeses can be." John laughs, "Eh, that I do, and no worries. We can make it one night."

Sherlock and Mycroft retire at the government's posh flat. For the first few hours they remained relatively silent. Sherlock lay on his brother's couch in his signature thinking pose. Mycroft had just sat in his favorite chair with a piece of cake when the silence is finally broken.

The distressed amateur detective begins pacing and his words are rushed as he frantically lists out his worries to his older brother, "Myc, what if he changes his mind? What if he decides he doesn't want to get married anymore?" Here he turns pained eyes, wide with fear, on the British government.

Mycroft now understands. His heart, that he was often told was inexistent, twinges painfully for his little brother as he remembers a younger Sherlock, barely the age of 8, tearfully question what was wrong with him, and why he didn't have a red thread of his own. Perhaps that is why Mycroft stands and gently grabs Sherlock's arm to comfort his little brother. The British government speaks softly as he says, "Brother mine, John loves you. He has loved you for a long time. I have seen it before you fell and every day after. Tomorrow, you will get married and he will be there. You are his entire world. You must see that."

Sherlock had. He saw it in the way John made him eat or sleep. He saw it when John looked at him and he felt it when they kissed. The ebony haired man blinks several times from the new information Mycroft gave him. When he finishes, he realizes he has let fear of losing John cloud his logic.

Sherlock's face contorts into brief embarrassment from revealing so much to the other man. As he stutters out a reply he blushes under Mycroft's uncharacteristic caring expression: "Um…Thank you… That thing you did was… um… good." The care finally leaves from Mycroft's face as a natural air settles along his facial expression. However, the British government can't help but fondly squeeze his brother's arm as he says, "Anytime, brother."

"Greg, what if he changes his mind? I can't lose him a second time. He is my everything. I can't do it again," John says frantically. The good D. I. smiles at the ludicrous statements leaving John's mouth.

Greg chuckles, "John, trust me, mate, you have nothing to worry about. Sherlock is different with you. We all can see it. He is so much happier with you around. Yes, he is still occasionally scathing, but it's different when you're there, you know? You make him a good man. He loves you with all he has. Please tell me you've seen that."

John feels instantly foolish, because, yes, he has. He sees it in the way Sherlock smiles his 'just for John smile,' or the way his eyes still light up after every 'Extraordinary' and, 'Brilliant!' He feels it when Sherlock looks earnestly at him to say, 'I love you,' or when they kiss. John smiles at this new realization: "You're right, of course. I know he loves me. It's really nice to know that someone else sees it too, though. Thanks, Greg." The greying detective smiles as he says, " Don't mention it, mate."

The morning dawns quickly and four men get ready for this important day. When each man has put on their special suits, Mycroft and Sherlock head down to Baker Street to pick up their separate threadmates. When the wedded pair sees the other, two sets of gasps can be heard.

In John and Sherlock's shared opinion, they had never seen anyone more beautiful. The detective was wearing a fitted, black, bespoke suit, which clung to his skin in just the right ways. Underneath the black material lies a striking white shirt and deep purple vest, which was finished off with a matching purple bow tie. John, on the other hand, wore the same stylish black suit, a crisp white shirt, but with a bright blue vest along with his own matching bow tie. The soon to be wedded pair meet each other in the middle and embrace. John says into his threadmate's chest, "I missed you very much." Sherlock rests his head on top of the blogger's sandy blond hair: "I did not anticipate the effect one day would have, but I must confess that I missed you, too."

When the pair withdraws, Sherlock's bowtie was, once again, askew. The consulting detective's face was set in a firm scowl as he moodily repositions his bowtie for what seemed like the hundredth time that morning. "I hate these horrid things," Sherlock grumbles. John walks up to his moody fiancé and gently places a chaste kiss against his cheek and whisper, "I think you look beautiful, love."

The besotted ebony haired man blushes and brushes a kiss against John's forehead, "Thank you, John. I think you look very handsome, too." Mycroft, who has been looking at his watch throughout the soon to be wedded pair's display of affection, decides, at this moment, to break up this adorable scene: "We have an appointment to keep, everyone. We must leave now if we are going to get there in time."

The two pairs of threadmates each climb into one of Mycroft's cars and then they are whisked away to the Register's office. When they finally arrive, the four men walk into the building. The ceremony was performed by a civil Marriage Officer, a professional looking man with a kind smile, and after all the correct paper work was filed, the proceedings were finished off with a loving kiss shared by the enamored pair.

The red threads connecting the two mates glowed brilliantly, and in that moment, the enamored pair could almost feel the crimson chords solidifying. It was as if the pair could physically feel the connection between them, as if the chords were drawing the pair irrevocably together. When the moment ended, the feeling seemed to stay, to Sherlock's surprise. Both men loved feeling that connection to the other.

After the two men were officially married, the four men make their way to Angelo's for the Reception Party. Once there, Sherlock and John link hands and walk through the door to greet their friends and family. To the newly wedded couple, the applause that greeted them was near deafening. Matching grins appear across two faces as they look at each other with unmasked adoration and love.

Mummy Homes rose with an air of elegance as she greeted the newly weds with a warm smile: "Sherlock and John Watson-Holmes. Congratulations!" The answering smile on both men's faces were genuine. The classy woman kisses her son on the cheek and moves to envelope John in a warm hug to whisper in his ear, "I'm so happy for you both. He has loved you for a long time, John. I'm so pleased to see it reciprocated." John's choked out reply conveys sincerity as he says, "Thank you Mrs. Holmes. I do love him too."

As she withdraws from the elated doctor, she grabs the recently wedded pair's hands and with tear filled eyes, she joyfully exclaims, "I'm no proud of you two. You've found your way together despite all the obstacles in your way. I wish you a life full of happiness and many years of love and laughter."

Both men beam with pride as John says, "Thank you, Mrs. Holmes. I can happily say, that I don't expect any less. Sherlock and John eventually move away to meet a few more well-wishers and after a few more loving hugs and claps on the back, the newly sit together at their signature table and everyone else files in around them. A waiter appears from the back to adorn the Watson-Holmes table with a single candle. John smiles and reaches across the table and takes his husband's hand, "I am so happy that you're mine. Thank you for today."

The detective smiles at his blogger as he says, "I will always be yours. I have enjoyed today. I quite enjoy married life so far." Sherlock leans forward and gently kisses his threadmate and when he withdrawals he whispers against his lips: "I love you." John chuckles and plants another kiss against cupid bowed lips: "I love you too."

The food is brought out and quickly devoured. Lestrade finds himself in front full of people to deliver his speech. Greg takes a deep breath and begins: "First of all, I want to congratulate Sherlock and John on their new marriage. We all knew, before your Red Threads appeared, that something was there between the two of you. Sherlock has always been a great man. The smartest guy in any room, the man with all the answers when no answer could be found, but with John Watson, he became more. They thrive together. They work flawlessly together. Sherlock fixed John, and John fixed Sherlock. They complete each other in a way that no one else could."

Here Greg pauses for a moment and then says, "Many of you know that I've been a part of the Holmes family for a long time. I remember the first time I met Sherlock. He was a pompous git who read me in seconds. I will admit that I didn't like him at first. But he has this ability to make you care about his well being despite all of that. He quickly became the brother I never knew I wanted." Sherlock smiles and Lestrade continues, "John, when he met you I was so relieved. I thought to myself, 'Finally, someone who understands,' because no one outside of the Holmes family would try, but then you came limping in and I've never seen him happier."

Greg audibly swallows and continues a little choked up, "I want to thank you, John. I've worried for years about this wanker because he deserved love just like everyone else and now, I can finally stop because he has you and I know you will take care of each other." the D.I. raises his glass, "To Sherlock and John. I hope you have many long years of playful bickering, late night crime scenes, and years of protecting each other like you always do. Congratulations you two."

Glasses are raised and cheers are heard throughout the room as the guest toast the newly weds. After the guests have calmed down, Sherlock stands, reaches inside his coat pocket, and pulls out cue cards. John looks quizzically at his threadmate but remains seated. Sherlock takes a deep breath and bares his heart to his threadmate: "All emotions — in particular, love — stand opposed to the pure, cold reason I hold above all things. A wedding is, in my considered opinion, nothing short of a celebration of all that is false and specious and irrational and sentimental in this ailing morally compromised world, at least, that's what I used to think. Today is the most important day that I've been through. Today I married the love of my life, my partner," he looks straight at John, "my threadmate, and my friend.

"When I asked you to marry me, John, I was terrified that you would say no. As you all know, I am a rude, obnoxious, and an all around arse that you could ever have the misfortune of meeting. The point I'm trying to make is that I know I am hard to live with. I am dismissive of the virtuous and uncomprehending in the face of the happy. So if I didn't understand that this man could ever want someone like me, it is because I never expected to be anybody's best friend, let alone anyone's soulmate, and certainly not the threadmate of the bravest and kindest and wisest human being I have ever had the good fortune of knowing. John, I am a ridiculous man, redeemed only by the warmth and constancy of your friendship and love. But as I am apparently your best friend and your threadmate, I cannot congratulate you on your choice of a lifelong companion.

"I know how lucky I am. You, who are good and kind and honorable, chose me! Now that I have the prospect of the rest of our lives with you, John, I hope I can show you how much I love you and how much I am grateful for you." He raises his glass to propose one final toast but this is where John stands and grabs his arm. Sherlock, finally turning to see his mate, quickly becomes panicked when he sees the tears in John's eye. Sherlock frantically inquires, "Not good? I tried really hard to say the right things. Did I do it wrong? I'm so so—." John silences his flustered soulmate with a deep kiss, "You're an idiot. You are brilliant and wonderful. I am so happy that you are mine. I love you very much."

A bright and happy smile spreads across Sherlock's face as he leans forward and kisses his mate once more. The crowd erupts in cheers and when they separate, several attendants step forward and move the tables to the side to allow the wedding goers to dance. Sherlock takes John's compact hand in his own and leads his sturdy blogger out onto the makeshift dance floor for their first dance as a married couple. The amateur detective draws his doctor close and then both men are swept off into a beautiful waltz around the room. Soon, other couples were stepping in time with the music. When the song ends, Sherlock and John share happy smiles and a brief kiss.

At one point during the night, the British government approaches John and Sherlock and hands the doctor a white envelope. When John opens it, he finds two airline tickets to Turin, Italy, an activity pamphlet, and two train tickets from Turin to Rome. John looks up, speechless, and Mycroft smiles, "My wedding gift to you. I hope you have a good time." Sherlock's eyes narrow in suspicion but Mycroft cuts any refusal short by saying, "You won't owe me any favors. I have no scheme. Greg and I both agreed that this would be a good thing for the both of you. Enjoy it, brother mine." Sherlock takes a look at his threadmate's shocked, but pleased, expression and grudgingly concedes with Mycroft's offer and mumbles out a quiet, "Thank you." Mycroft smiles in return and leaves to find Gregory.

Much later, after many of the guests have gone, Sherlock and John return back to Backer Street to pack their belongings. Once everything was packed, the honeymooners boarded a plane to set off for Italy.

During the plane ride, John sat by the window, looking out at the vast horizon. Outside, the sun is setting. The sun casts oranges, yellows and bright light across the sky, and beside him, sat his gorgeous husband. Sherlock was dozing lightly after the taxing day. A permanent smile was stitched across his face all day since the moment John saw Sherlock earlier this morning and it was still there as he gazed at his beautiful threadmate. John leans across the seats to place a gentle kiss against the detective's ebony curls. The blogger smiles as his snoozing soulmate only burrows instinctively closer to the elated doctor.

John suddenly realizes how perfect this scene is. The light of the setting sun highlights his sleeping husband's face in a way that makes him look so peaceful. John's right hand is currently clasped in the detective's left, and ever so often; Sherlock's grip would subconsciously tighten as if to make sure that John was still there. He is on his way to Turin, Italy to celebrate his marriage to this dazzling man. The blogger can't help but smile at this ideal scene.

Before Sherlock, John's life had been missing something. Everything was dull, life was grey, and nothing had true meaning. Then, suddenly, the unprepared ex-army doctor met this whirlwind of a detective who turned his life upside down. Everything was brighter, life was exciting, and he felt as if he could finally breathe. When the detective fell, John had no reason to live. Life was once again so meaningless, but after two long years of separation, Sherlock came back, and after time had past and anger spent, the all-encompassing sense of joy enveloped John along with the idea that he could finally be with his threadmate for forever.

When John was sent back home from the army, threadless and hopeless, he thought that life was over. He was depressed and if he hadn't ran into Mike Stamford, he would have ended it all. Life with his eccentric detective is exciting and worthwhile. 'No, my life is not over,' he thinks with a smile and another kiss against the sleuth's forehead, 'my life has only just begun.'

The lanky detective wakes up with a soft groan as he stretches his long limbs and turns sleepy eyes on his beloved and he whispers out a warm, "Hello, John." The blogger answers with his own whispered greeting against his husband's lips as he places loving kisses on soft cupid bows. Sherlock withdraws and pulls out one of the pamphlets Mycroft had given them.

Sherlock turns excited eyes toward his bemused soulmate. The excited detective's face lights up as he explains the tours they would be taking and of a crime that he had been keeping an eye on. As he finished his eager speech, he realizes that honeymoons are about relaxing and sex. While Sherlock smiles at the last thought (having decided he is quite ready to give himself fully to his husband) but fidgets anxiously as he comes to the conclusion that going to crime scenes would be far from relaxing.

John only smiles at his threadmate and gently takes a larger hand in his own to bring up their joined hands to place loving kisses against the amateur detective's pale digits. The blogger looks at him evenly, smiles, and says, "Could be dangerous. Tell me about the scene." The amateur detective takes a moment to thank a deity he doesn't believe in that he has met and fallen in love with John Watson. The ebony haired genius takes a deep breath as he begins to rattle off the details of the crime scene.

The contented blogger settles back into his seat as the enthusiastic sleuth gestures and fires off details with rapid succession. John leans over and places a loving kiss against dark curls, 'I'm so lucky to have this gorgeous man in my life.' The red threads between them glow brilliantly as John thinks to himself, 'And I wouldn't have it any other way.'

Notes: And this concludes this story! Thank you to the ones who stuck with me to the end! You've been wonderful! I've got another story in the works. I wanna write a Disney/Sherlock crossover. I'm getting excited about it. I think I'm only going to post that one when I finish it, though. I'm a freshman in college now. It's going to be hard to find time to write, but I hope you will like it! Again, I thank you all from the bottom of my heart.

Also: my beta told me that I was too repetitive with their names, however, I was afraid I was being too repetitive with everything else... so, hopefully this is a little better? Also, I've gotten a review that kinda bummed me out. Do you all still like this story? Are you guys still there?

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